TRIAD ~ OT trio short stories

| Friendship ceremony

Summary: Han has his unique ways to show a friend his affection... Leia is just mentioned, but as I said these short stories will include not only the whole trio, but also one-to-one relationship between two of its members.
Genre: humour
Warnings: none

For KaitoDetective1412 because she sounded like she needed some humour. This is an old one shot of mine I translated, and the original style was quite difficult so forgive me if I made many mistakes. I still hope it can bring a smile on your face (-:

It was late evening in the Red Squadron's dorm of the Yavin IV base, and Luke Skywalker, as he surely deserved, was comfortably minding his own business.

The majority of his companions had decided to have a beer together in the lousy coffee bar on the ground floor, but he hadn't ever appreciated that kind of drink - how he missed his blue milk! This was why the huge, usually crowded room was now all for him. A little moment for himself actually didn't feel bad to Luke, who had settled in his place on the third bunk bed with a good holobook and the enjoyable warmth of the blankets.

However, obviously, something had to go wrong.

The boy was in the middle of a very interesting chapter when the dorm's door opened, revealing an unusually cheerful Han Solo who was happily humming an off-key motif.

"Hey there, kid!" the smuggler exclaimed joyously.

"How many times did I tell you that I don't like being called like that?" Luke muttered.

"That doesn't matter. Come with me, kid, I have to show you something".

"What?".

Han grinned and patted the base of the bunk bed, which scrunched dangerously. "You have to come" he said. "It's important".

Luke rolled his eyes and shifted in the blanket. "Can't I come tomorrow?" he begged. "I'm exhausted, I've been on patrol all day and...".

"Come on!" Han interrupted. "It's a honour! After careful considerations I've come to the conclusion that you are a friend of mine. Not everyone can become friends with Han Solo, we have to celebrate... with something I can only share with my friends".

At these words Luke couldn't help but soften: his smuggler friend (who had been considered such by the younger man for months) wasn't used to showing his feelings so openly.

"Alright" he surrendered. He sighed and picked up from the foot of the bed a jacket to cover the huge T-shirt he used as a pajamas.

"This is what I wanted to hear!" Han exclaimed. "Come on!". He stood on his tiptoes, reached the third bunk and pulled the boy down, too excited to give him the time to get properly dressed.

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After a few minutes the two friends were already by the Millennium Falcon, with Han that couldn't wait for whatever he was planning.

"So, are you gonna tell me what you want to share or not?" Luke asked, now feeling definitely curious.

Han didn't answer; he simply opened the ramp and walked inside the ship, immediately heading for the galley.

The younger pilot couldn't do anything but stare in horror as his friend started to rummage in the different compartments of the kitchen: Han threw on the floor various plastic containers, a few knives, gloves and pot holders, a tin of marinated fish, forks, a few empty bottles of beer and even a small embalmed mammal.