The Third Skywalker

Trouble

"Is something funny, America?" Mrs Higgs asked, grinning wickedly. The smiles immediately sank off our faces.

"No Ma'am." Mer said, her face a violent shade of pink. "Nothing was funny at all."  Mrs Higgs tutted, skinning on her heel and storming away. Mara grinned. I rolled my eyes.

"I saw that, Skywalker."

Oops...

Our next stop on the tour was the hangar. I had been there several times before, as my father kept several old fighters in there, which I liked to fix up and examine. As usual, I found several C model TIE fighters stirred in one corner of the large room. Grinning, I made my way over to them, picking through the maze of spare parts and tools I had previously scattered.

I ran my fingers down the side of a particularly old model, gazing at the shape and size of the wings, trying to calculate the type of engine parts I needed to fix its currently fried thruster. The hyperdrive also needed fixing, I noted, as did the landing gear on the right.

"Lani Skywalker, what did I say about touching!"

Mrs Higgs rounded the corner and I jumped, nearly slipping on the tools. She slapped my hand away from the fighter, granting me by the collar and dragging me out of the room. "I told everyone not to touch anything. Yet you decide that, like always, Lani Skywalker is to cool for rules. You should be glad Lord Vader didn't catch you." I zoned off after that part of the lecture. My Dad wouldn't care. He'd probably think it was funny if Mrs Higgs dragged me up to him, going on and on about how I had touched the fighter.

We rounded a corner, and, as fate would have it, ran straight into my father. I think Mrs Higgs paddled several shades and went weak at the knees.

"Lo.....Lord Vader, I just saw this girl touching one of your expensive fighters. I'mremoving her from the tour right away...." My teacher hunched her back and lowered her shoulders as if she was going to polite right through the sith lord.

"I will take it from here." He said. He grabbed my shoulder and pulled me inside my office.

The second the door snapped shut I burst into laughter. "Did you see her face?" I asked, grinning. My Dad nodded, sitting down behind his desk.

"Lani, you need to be more careful."

I froze.

"I was only touching the TIE fighter, barely. I was figuring out how to fix the engine, and I noticed the hyperdrive was missing a well. And then Mrs Higgs came in and scolded me. She hates me, I can tell."

I leaned against my chair, my arms crossed. "It wasn't really my fault, honest!"

That's when I heard the soft chuckles coming from my father.

"Dad!" I cried. "Not funny!"