The Itch
DevBinks/
Steven/Apathetic Fallacy
Luke is struck with something
every pilot dreads during a hyperspace jump... Involves Luke, Siri
Tachi, his X-wing cockpit, and an itch inspired by Palpatine himself.
I do not own any of the characters or the various technology portrayed in this fic. I do own the situation, but the idea to use the Force to scratch an itch is that of Face Loran, who is a creation of Aaron Allston.
The fighter was traveling traveled through hyper-space, the pilot scrambling around in the ejection seat. His feet were slamming into the rudder pedals, his hands were behind his back, one over his shoulder, and the other bent at the elbow reaching back. According to the R2 unit that later related the event to his counterpart it was a comedic sight.
Now why would a pilot risk shutting down his engines, and flying strait into a star? Well it involved a problem, many, many, many pilots had encountered over the thousands of years there were one seat fighter cockpits. He had an itch… Now this was no normal itch, it was one worthy of Emperor Palpatine himself! It felt like there were thousands of ants biting into that one spot, the single spot that every pilot knew well, the exact center of his back, the point were neither of his hands could reach, and there were no seams in the ejection seat for him to scratch against.
"Kriffing itch!" The pilot shouted, slamming his fist into the canopy. "Artoo, you're lucky you don't experience physical pain." The droid whistled and bopped the message showing up on the small translation screen.
'Yes, well we do have to put up with you humans.' was the reply.
"Be quiet or I'll give you a memory wipe." Luke Skywalker said, irritated by the itch. All through their small conversation he had been scrambling to scratch the itch.
"I wouldn't suggest doing that." A blue tinged figure said sitting cross legged on his lap. It was a female figure, probably in her late thirties.
"Who are you?" Luke asked scrambling for the blaster in the shoulder holster.
"Siri, now I wouldn't suggest giving that droid a memory wipe." She just sat there as look aimed the blaster at her, he then realized she was hovering slightly above his lap, and he could see through her, like a hologram. "Put away the blaster, you don't want to risk shooting your controls out."
"Who are you?" Luke asked still holding the blaster at her.
"We've gone over this, I'm Siri Tachi, and I'm a Jedi Master."
"Oh alright." Luke was confused. "Why are you here?"
"Obi-Wan said you were interesting, and that I should talk to you."
"How can you talk to Obi-Wan, he's dead!"
"So am I." She took her hand and waved it through Luke's face. He forced himself back into his seat. Then he realized his itch wasn't gone. "What are you doing?" Siri asked as Luke began reaching again.
"I'm trying to scratch an itch!" He said trying again.
"Use the Force, Luke." Siri said rolling her eyes. "Use the Force to scratch it, just try to focus it into a claw or nail or something, and just scrape it up and down your back. Trust me; I was in situations like this a lot."
"Okay." Luke gave her a strange look but tried anyways, and after a few seconds a look of pure bliss settled over his face. Siri giggled and disappeared. Luke opened his eyes and was surprised when she wasn't there. "Artoo, how much longer?"
'Four more hours. Why don't you waste your time by sleeping instead of talking to yourself.'
"Be quiet Artoo or I will give you a memory wipe."