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Title: Don't Dodge
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters: Luke, Chopper, Hera, Jacen, Zeb, Chava
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Star Wars. It's not my toy box and I'm merely playing.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sometimes Jedi training is a droid throwing things at you, and the community that comes with that.
A/N: Written for the Jedi June prompts mischief and humor.
Don't Dodge:
“Are you a Jedi?”
Luke stills, staring down at the scuffed up orange and white astromech. He’s not sure if he’s more shocked by the question or that he understood the question. He really needs to get better at understanding binary. The astromech whirls impatiently at him.
“The person who said they’d teach me died,” Luke manages. He’d like to learn more. He tries to find time to use the training remote and his father’s lightsaber. The Rebellion seems to need pilots more. The astromech says something else, loud and quick. Luke shakes his head. “I’m sorry. I don’t understand.”
The astromech waves his arms, getting louder as he rolls away grumbling. General Syndulla steps out of her office. She’s got Jacen in a sling. She rests one hand on her son’s head and puts the other on her hip. “Chopper! What are you complaining about now?”
“Nothing!” Chopper insists as he continues to roll away. “Nothing.”
She sighs and then turns towards him. She gives him a soft smile and Luke feels himself relax. He knows a lot about piloting, but he's also still got a lot to learn. There are some pilots that treat him as if he's got nothing to learn after the Death Star, but not General Syndulla. She's tough, but encouraging, and doesn't treat him like a hero that can't make mistakes just because he survived and made one shot. It's refreshing.
"Ready to go over your simulation scores?" She asks.
He nods. "Can I hold Jacen?"
As she steps back into her office she turns her attention towards her son. “What do you think Jacen? You want to spend some time with Luke?”
Jacen makes a happy noise and she smiles down at him. She carefully takes him out of his sling and hands him to Luke. He smiles down at Jacen, who just blinks at him sleepily, then burbles. Luke laughs softly. His aunt and uncle never had any children other than him, but the Darklighter’s had a big family, still it feels special every time he gets to hold Jacen.
They get to work and Luke lets the question Chopper asks him go. There’s no point in dwelling on it, not when he’s got so much else to do.
Then he’s coming back from a scouting mission, about to get out of his X-wing, when something pelts him against the back. He startles and yelps. Chopper yells at him. Luke, still trying to calm his racing heart, takes a deep breath and looks down at the flight deck where Chopper is already rolling away. He shouldn’t feel like the astromech is judging him, should he?
“What did he say?” he manages to ask Artoo.
He glances at the still turned on translator in his X-wing.
“He said a Jedi would’ve seen that coming,” Artoo’s tone is definitely judgmental.
He gets pelted three more times before he manages to twist to avoid the small container that Chopper is throwing at him. This gets him a string of cuss words and an accusation.
“What did he say?” Luke asks Artoo.
“He said that was familiarity and not using the Force,” Artoo explains, tone still judgmental.
“I still avoided it,” Luke points out.
“Not the same thing,” Artoo contradicts.
Luke sighs and admits Artoo and Chopper are right. That was familiarity, expectation and knowing where Chopper was likely to fit, not how he feels when he’s working with the training remote.
The next time he lands he takes a moment to breathe, sink into that feeling and awareness he gets when working with the training remote. It’s easy to catch the small empty container that Chopper throws at him in his hand.
Chopper complains loudly. Apparently that’s not what a Jedi would’ve done. Luke sighs, then complains, “Artoo, I caught it, what more can he want?”
He wants to try and have a longer conversation with Chopper about Jedi, but that also worries him: astromechs who know too much tend to get their memories wiped.
“He said a Jedi would’ve have used their lightsaber or stopped it with their mind and the Force,” Artoo informs him.
Luke drops the container and catches the next one that is lobbed at his head.
“Chopper! What do you think you’re doing?” A…is that a Lasat? He hasn’t met Captain Orrelios yet, but he’s heard of him. Captain Orrelios turns to look at him and then he grins, wide and full of teeth. Then he laughs and tosses Chopper another empty container and then another. Where are they getting all of them? Luke manages to catch two more, dodge another, before one pings him right in the center of his chest.
Luke rubs his chest and considers complaining loudly.
“Needs work, Kid!” Captain Orrelios calls out to him. “He’s not going to stop. Best part of Jedi training was always throwing things for them to dodge!”
“You knew Jedi?” Luke asks. He knows General Syndulla did and she offers a story every now and then. It makes her sad so he doesn’t push. Isn’t Captain Orrelios on the same team? Why didn’t he think to ask someone else on her team?
Captain Orrelios sighs. Chopper grumbles and rolls away.
“Guess we should talk,” Captain Orrelios tells him.
Luke thanks Artoo for his help and makes his way down to the flight deck. They make introductions, Captain Orrelios prefers Zeb, as Luke stores his gear. Zeb walks him down to the mess and answers some of his questions. The subject of Jedi makes Zeb feel melancholy, there’s a tinge of grief there, and Luke realizes with a sinking feeling that the Jedi Zeb knew are dead.
Okay, one of them is dead and one of them is missing. The one that’s missing, Ezra, is the same age as him!
“You get that being a Jedi is a religious thing, right?” Zeb asks.
Luke nods. “I’ve researched what I can, there’s not a lot.”
“There used to be a lot of different religions or cultures that centered around the Force,” Zeb sighs. “My people were a bit more matriarchal in regards to religious figures, not that some of my people didn’t become Jedi. I’m sure you know Jedha had it’s own traditions.”
“There were a lot of different traditions on Jedha,” Luke agress. “I’ve talked to a few survivors. Some didn’t want to talk about it so I found other topics, some wanted to share.”
“The Bardottan had their own traditions too, but the Empire did to their planet what they did to mine. I’m not sure how many survivors you’d be able to find,” Zeb informs him, looking contemplative. “I wish you could meet Chava the Wise.”
“Was she a Bardottan or a Lasat?” Luke asks. The conversation turns to the people Zeb knew, the one’s he misses and mourns. Luke’s found it helps talking about the people he misses, it feels like he’s keeping their memory alive.
Chopper continues to throw small containers at him and he continues to catch them. At least he can see them coming?
Then Zeb asks Luke to take a trip with him. Zeb and a pilot are in the cockpit, since Luke doesn’t have the clearance to see where they’re going. Zeb checks in with him. They talk and he answers more of Luke’s questions, but then they’re docking with another ship and a diminutive Lasat hobbles into the room. She grins at him.
Chava the Wise knew many Jedi and is happy to have his attention, to answer his many questions, and to share some of her people’s traditions. She even spends time meditating with him! It’s only a few days, that’s all the Rebellion can spare them for, but Luke feels as if he learns a lot. He always wants every opportunity to learn about the Jedi, to keep their traditions alive, but after meeting Chava he feels more settled in his convictions and his abilities. The future feels bright.
When he steps off the transport Chopper throws a small container at him. Luke uses the Force to catch it before it can hit him. He lets it spin in the air between them.
“You realize he’s going to expect you to do that with several of them at once, right?” Zeb laughs.
Luke grins. “It’ll take time, but I’ll get there.”
He laughs as Chopper throws two more containers at him in quick succession.
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters: Luke, Chopper, Hera, Jacen, Zeb, Chava
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Star Wars. It's not my toy box and I'm merely playing.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sometimes Jedi training is a droid throwing things at you, and the community that comes with that.
A/N: Written for the Jedi June prompts mischief and humor.
Don't Dodge:
“Are you a Jedi?”
Luke stills, staring down at the scuffed up orange and white astromech. He’s not sure if he’s more shocked by the question or that he understood the question. He really needs to get better at understanding binary. The astromech whirls impatiently at him.
“The person who said they’d teach me died,” Luke manages. He’d like to learn more. He tries to find time to use the training remote and his father’s lightsaber. The Rebellion seems to need pilots more. The astromech says something else, loud and quick. Luke shakes his head. “I’m sorry. I don’t understand.”
The astromech waves his arms, getting louder as he rolls away grumbling. General Syndulla steps out of her office. She’s got Jacen in a sling. She rests one hand on her son’s head and puts the other on her hip. “Chopper! What are you complaining about now?”
“Nothing!” Chopper insists as he continues to roll away. “Nothing.”
She sighs and then turns towards him. She gives him a soft smile and Luke feels himself relax. He knows a lot about piloting, but he's also still got a lot to learn. There are some pilots that treat him as if he's got nothing to learn after the Death Star, but not General Syndulla. She's tough, but encouraging, and doesn't treat him like a hero that can't make mistakes just because he survived and made one shot. It's refreshing.
"Ready to go over your simulation scores?" She asks.
He nods. "Can I hold Jacen?"
As she steps back into her office she turns her attention towards her son. “What do you think Jacen? You want to spend some time with Luke?”
Jacen makes a happy noise and she smiles down at him. She carefully takes him out of his sling and hands him to Luke. He smiles down at Jacen, who just blinks at him sleepily, then burbles. Luke laughs softly. His aunt and uncle never had any children other than him, but the Darklighter’s had a big family, still it feels special every time he gets to hold Jacen.
They get to work and Luke lets the question Chopper asks him go. There’s no point in dwelling on it, not when he’s got so much else to do.
Then he’s coming back from a scouting mission, about to get out of his X-wing, when something pelts him against the back. He startles and yelps. Chopper yells at him. Luke, still trying to calm his racing heart, takes a deep breath and looks down at the flight deck where Chopper is already rolling away. He shouldn’t feel like the astromech is judging him, should he?
“What did he say?” he manages to ask Artoo.
He glances at the still turned on translator in his X-wing.
“He said a Jedi would’ve seen that coming,” Artoo’s tone is definitely judgmental.
He gets pelted three more times before he manages to twist to avoid the small container that Chopper is throwing at him. This gets him a string of cuss words and an accusation.
“What did he say?” Luke asks Artoo.
“He said that was familiarity and not using the Force,” Artoo explains, tone still judgmental.
“I still avoided it,” Luke points out.
“Not the same thing,” Artoo contradicts.
Luke sighs and admits Artoo and Chopper are right. That was familiarity, expectation and knowing where Chopper was likely to fit, not how he feels when he’s working with the training remote.
The next time he lands he takes a moment to breathe, sink into that feeling and awareness he gets when working with the training remote. It’s easy to catch the small empty container that Chopper throws at him in his hand.
Chopper complains loudly. Apparently that’s not what a Jedi would’ve done. Luke sighs, then complains, “Artoo, I caught it, what more can he want?”
He wants to try and have a longer conversation with Chopper about Jedi, but that also worries him: astromechs who know too much tend to get their memories wiped.
“He said a Jedi would’ve have used their lightsaber or stopped it with their mind and the Force,” Artoo informs him.
Luke drops the container and catches the next one that is lobbed at his head.
“Chopper! What do you think you’re doing?” A…is that a Lasat? He hasn’t met Captain Orrelios yet, but he’s heard of him. Captain Orrelios turns to look at him and then he grins, wide and full of teeth. Then he laughs and tosses Chopper another empty container and then another. Where are they getting all of them? Luke manages to catch two more, dodge another, before one pings him right in the center of his chest.
Luke rubs his chest and considers complaining loudly.
“Needs work, Kid!” Captain Orrelios calls out to him. “He’s not going to stop. Best part of Jedi training was always throwing things for them to dodge!”
“You knew Jedi?” Luke asks. He knows General Syndulla did and she offers a story every now and then. It makes her sad so he doesn’t push. Isn’t Captain Orrelios on the same team? Why didn’t he think to ask someone else on her team?
Captain Orrelios sighs. Chopper grumbles and rolls away.
“Guess we should talk,” Captain Orrelios tells him.
Luke thanks Artoo for his help and makes his way down to the flight deck. They make introductions, Captain Orrelios prefers Zeb, as Luke stores his gear. Zeb walks him down to the mess and answers some of his questions. The subject of Jedi makes Zeb feel melancholy, there’s a tinge of grief there, and Luke realizes with a sinking feeling that the Jedi Zeb knew are dead.
Okay, one of them is dead and one of them is missing. The one that’s missing, Ezra, is the same age as him!
“You get that being a Jedi is a religious thing, right?” Zeb asks.
Luke nods. “I’ve researched what I can, there’s not a lot.”
“There used to be a lot of different religions or cultures that centered around the Force,” Zeb sighs. “My people were a bit more matriarchal in regards to religious figures, not that some of my people didn’t become Jedi. I’m sure you know Jedha had it’s own traditions.”
“There were a lot of different traditions on Jedha,” Luke agress. “I’ve talked to a few survivors. Some didn’t want to talk about it so I found other topics, some wanted to share.”
“The Bardottan had their own traditions too, but the Empire did to their planet what they did to mine. I’m not sure how many survivors you’d be able to find,” Zeb informs him, looking contemplative. “I wish you could meet Chava the Wise.”
“Was she a Bardottan or a Lasat?” Luke asks. The conversation turns to the people Zeb knew, the one’s he misses and mourns. Luke’s found it helps talking about the people he misses, it feels like he’s keeping their memory alive.
Chopper continues to throw small containers at him and he continues to catch them. At least he can see them coming?
Then Zeb asks Luke to take a trip with him. Zeb and a pilot are in the cockpit, since Luke doesn’t have the clearance to see where they’re going. Zeb checks in with him. They talk and he answers more of Luke’s questions, but then they’re docking with another ship and a diminutive Lasat hobbles into the room. She grins at him.
Chava the Wise knew many Jedi and is happy to have his attention, to answer his many questions, and to share some of her people’s traditions. She even spends time meditating with him! It’s only a few days, that’s all the Rebellion can spare them for, but Luke feels as if he learns a lot. He always wants every opportunity to learn about the Jedi, to keep their traditions alive, but after meeting Chava he feels more settled in his convictions and his abilities. The future feels bright.
When he steps off the transport Chopper throws a small container at him. Luke uses the Force to catch it before it can hit him. He lets it spin in the air between them.
“You realize he’s going to expect you to do that with several of them at once, right?” Zeb laughs.
Luke grins. “It’ll take time, but I’ll get there.”
He laughs as Chopper throws two more containers at him in quick succession.
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