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far_far_away2020-12-01 05:23 pm
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Luke Skywalker Open Prompts
Who: Luke Skywalker, and OPEN
Where: Various places - and more can be added!
When: Several points in his EU canon
What: A couple of potential prompts for Luke at various points in his canon - if you have an idea, or need an adjusted one, timeline-wise, drop me a message.
Warnings: Will add if needed.
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Prompt A - Shortly post Return of the Jedi/Truce of Bakura
He held up his hands again, trying to get the Aqualish merchant to calm down.
"Look, I'm sure they weren't trying to insult you," he said, in his most reassuring tones. "They were just asking questions about the price, that's all." For your junk. That you're overcharging for, but is very much needed.
He gestured over at the freighter they'd come in on.
"Look, I can guarantee you regular business when we come in here - we just want the price to come in a little lower. I'm sure we can come to a reasonable arrangement."
Before the local garrison realized they were there and showed up. He really had no desire to tangle with Stormtroopers right now, but without parts, the ship wouldn't fly - and if the ship wouldn't fly, then there'd be a firefight on the run to the local Rebel safe-house. And these days, he was proving to be uncomfortably recognizable.
He glanced over at the person with him, giving them an emphatic look on the theme of 'chime in.'
Prompt B - Academy Era
Sometimes, he liked to cook. He wasn't particularly good at it. But it was...well, not exactly relaxing. But it provoked a calm steadiness, required it really, in order to be done well. After everything his young Academy had been through, he could do with the simplicity of it. And so he found himself awake, in the kitchen, the new Grand Master of the Jedi Order - hair tossled and with a blanket half-thrown over his shoulders.
It was later than it ought to have been. But sometimes the urges were there, and so he worked on a savory stew. A bowl for him, the rest put away for everyone else to enjoy. Presuming Chewie didn't find it in the night, in which case people would only get to enjoy the lingering smell.
He finished mincing the meat, casting it into the cast iron pot, watching it swirl and rise and fall with the bubbling as he mixed it in.
He wasn't that good at it. But it was peaceful. And you found peace where and how you could.
Prompt C - Post 'Hand of Thrawn'
He leaned back in the seat, turning it away from the console. He felt enormously tired. The missions kept coming, didn't they? At some point, wasn't life supposed to slow down into a sort of routine? Some days, he'd give anything for the peaceful routine his Uncle Owen had possessed, all those years ago. The honesty of it, the sense of having done a good days' work.
Without anybody shooting at you, or diplomatic consequences, or the fate of something hanging in the balance.
"What are the odds," he said, listening to the thrum of the ship's engines, "that I could just change my name, grow a beard, and disappear to somewhere with nothing but prairies and raise crops for the rest of my life?"
Where: Various places - and more can be added!
When: Several points in his EU canon
What: A couple of potential prompts for Luke at various points in his canon - if you have an idea, or need an adjusted one, timeline-wise, drop me a message.
Warnings: Will add if needed.
[Unknown site tag]
Prompt A - Shortly post Return of the Jedi/Truce of Bakura
He held up his hands again, trying to get the Aqualish merchant to calm down.
"Look, I'm sure they weren't trying to insult you," he said, in his most reassuring tones. "They were just asking questions about the price, that's all." For your junk. That you're overcharging for, but is very much needed.
He gestured over at the freighter they'd come in on.
"Look, I can guarantee you regular business when we come in here - we just want the price to come in a little lower. I'm sure we can come to a reasonable arrangement."
Before the local garrison realized they were there and showed up. He really had no desire to tangle with Stormtroopers right now, but without parts, the ship wouldn't fly - and if the ship wouldn't fly, then there'd be a firefight on the run to the local Rebel safe-house. And these days, he was proving to be uncomfortably recognizable.
He glanced over at the person with him, giving them an emphatic look on the theme of 'chime in.'
Prompt B - Academy Era
Sometimes, he liked to cook. He wasn't particularly good at it. But it was...well, not exactly relaxing. But it provoked a calm steadiness, required it really, in order to be done well. After everything his young Academy had been through, he could do with the simplicity of it. And so he found himself awake, in the kitchen, the new Grand Master of the Jedi Order - hair tossled and with a blanket half-thrown over his shoulders.
It was later than it ought to have been. But sometimes the urges were there, and so he worked on a savory stew. A bowl for him, the rest put away for everyone else to enjoy. Presuming Chewie didn't find it in the night, in which case people would only get to enjoy the lingering smell.
He finished mincing the meat, casting it into the cast iron pot, watching it swirl and rise and fall with the bubbling as he mixed it in.
He wasn't that good at it. But it was peaceful. And you found peace where and how you could.
Prompt C - Post 'Hand of Thrawn'
He leaned back in the seat, turning it away from the console. He felt enormously tired. The missions kept coming, didn't they? At some point, wasn't life supposed to slow down into a sort of routine? Some days, he'd give anything for the peaceful routine his Uncle Owen had possessed, all those years ago. The honesty of it, the sense of having done a good days' work.
Without anybody shooting at you, or diplomatic consequences, or the fate of something hanging in the balance.
"What are the odds," he said, listening to the thrum of the ship's engines, "that I could just change my name, grow a beard, and disappear to somewhere with nothing but prairies and raise crops for the rest of my life?"
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Luke has told her that she doesn't resemble Cray any more than a cousin would have, but she's not sure she believes it. To be sure, she looks more like Cray than her own old self. Many of these people were Cray's friends, and it's hard to tell what's worse - being looked at and addressed as if she is Cray, or her suspicion that they despise her for walking in the dead woman's flesh.
Callista's path leads her to the kitchen and she finds herself wanting to back out and avoid Luke, which is an impulse that startles her. He's all she has and he's been through a lot. She should be glad when she sees him, and enjoy making him happier.
She wraps a too-large robe more tightly around herself and asks, "What are you making?"
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"Wookiee stew," he replies, casually. "Well, a version of it." He added a few more of the vegetables, then moved to the side somewhat to retrieve some spices from a rack. Quite a few spices, actually.
"We had this quartermaster once, back before Endor. This old Wookiee named...what was it...Warriwoth, that was it. And we were all eating processed ration packs back then. Except, this once, he made this stew in secret. Must've traded a hundred favors to get all the ingredients."
He starts to liberally spice the mixture.
"I've changed it a little, but it was one of the best things I ever ate. He was nice enough to give me the recipe. In exchange for my help getting some equipment requisitioned. I always wonder where he ended up."