[It's late, Han just got back from ferrying people from one place to another, and he is bored. He also has access to the comm and a best friend to pester.
So it's really not a surprise that this shows up:]
so what if I challenge your old man to a race
sure he's the only human podracer I've ever heard of, but I've been here longer and I know the vehicles better
[Right after this mess, at an uncharacteristic ten PM:]
Luke, I've got a son. [Han's tone is freaked out, to say the least. Giddy, certainly, about having a son, but horrified and heartbroken as well. And maybe a little bit panicked, because Han does not actually know how to be a father.] I have a kid and he's older than I am and he hates me, what do I do?
[ He wanted to make a sarcastic quip about asking his own father, but he doubted Skywalker brand sarcasm would be appreciated at the moment. Luke let out a breath instead, shaking his head even though Han couldn't see. ]
I know. I saw; I've been trying to talk to him as well, but...
[ He ran away. That smug Imperial jerkface said that to him as well, so he was sure he retreated at some point, but it didn't sound like him to just give up. There had to be more to this story than their point of view. ]
...I honestly don't know what to do. I'm still trying to figure out how you have a Force sensitive son.
[ It was more of a mental whisper, the whisper of his name. She wasn't saying it out loud, Leia was thinking it. Over and over and over. The subconscious call of Luke Luke Luke— The unchecked emotions that came with the calling were more of something else entirely. Anger, frustration— she was in disbelief all over again and so very helpless to all of it.
At this point, she wanted nothing more than to go back home. To erase the talk she'd just had with Anakin; this was someone she had zero interest in knowing, only the urge to hurt him the way he'd hurt her. ]
Edited (WHO NEEDS TO BE SPECIFIC.... Not I......) 2017-09-24 18:00 (UTC)
[ Luke let out a faint noise, distracted from his work by the faint whisper in his head. He made up a lame excuse to end the session early, but he was so obviously completely distracted that he barely remembered the escort the family he was currently working with out before he closed and locked the door to his office. ]
[ Of course he knew it was Leia. Of course he figured she had some Force sensitivity -- she had heard him at Cloud City, after all -- but it seemed... out of control, here? Perhaps the porter did something when she was brought here, heightened her powers; or maybe she was just that distressed. ]
[ He sat down at his desk, letting out a deep breath and trying to focus on his own calm, trying to follow the call of her voice and push it out her way. It probably wasn't very successful; if she was right next to him, maybe, but farther away was much harder when coupled with his lack of experience. ]
[ ...is he hearing a pout in her voices? He's not sure; there were times where she was good at hiding what she was feeling. ]
Father does? I'm not so sure about that. The basics are probably fine, but...
[ He trailed off, frowning slightly. He was less worried about Dark Side rhetoric slipping in, and more worried about trying to figure out what being a Jedi really meant. ]
we havent really talked but hello! i made some thanksgiving food if you want! its all in the fridge theres turkey and a small ham and greens and potatoes and stuffing and i made a pumpkin pie i bought a can of cranberry sauce too but i didnt open it i wasnt sure what your plans were but i didnt want people here to not have thanksgiving so thats it thanks!!
[ There’s a long pause as Luke starts to type in several things. That he’s angry about what happened. That the depth of that anger scared him. That he could understand now why attachments were so bad for Jedi because even knowing Obi-Wan would be back isn’t enough to keep him from wanting to hunt down the people that did that to him. That he’s more like his father than he gives himself credit for and he’s not sure if that’s a bad thing. ]
[ But he deletes all of that and settles for: ]
It’s been a difficult couple of days. Hopefully he’ll be back soon.
[ She hasn't moved yet from the chair she'd dropped herself down into, still trying to make sense of the hollow sensation in her chest. If Luke had left her, would it feel this way? ]
[ That probably didn't help to hear, but there was no point in pretending to be surprised. He had sensed it the moment it happened, and he didn't doubt Leia did too. ]
Hey, Master Skywalker. This is Kanan Jarrus. I've heard you around on the network a bit, but we've never really spoken. I know it's a little out of the wild for me to just be contacting you like this, but I do have a reason for it, promise.
First of all, your roommate, Joshua, seems pretty eager that we should talk. He's a nice guy, seems to think you might want more people to talk about - well, the Force with. Jedi stuff. I hear you've been training with Master Kenobi.
Just as a head's up: Han and Leia's commlinks have gone down. I don't know whether you knew already [ Can the Force do that? Lando has no idea. ] but it looks like they've both been ported out.
...Ben is gone too. And it's... hard, every time someone leaves. It's like a giant hole opens up to take them, and then even the hole disappears. We're just... left behind. With nothing.
bad news: I'm outside of Cape Canaveral because they don't trust my power not to turn their van into, and I quote, "a barely-operational shitheap with a terrifying arsenal".
sorry I was out a couple of days. the Porter thought it would be real funny.
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