FLYING SOLO ➳ luke skywalker

NINE! THE REBEL ALLIANCE

APPARENTLY, Luke wasn't all that impressed by Analia's flying skills.

"I thought you said you were a good pilot!"

"I'm an excellent pilot, blondie. Those fighters just caught me off guard, alright? Besides, I'd like to see you do any better."

"I could do so much better."

"Oh please," Analia scoffed. "What, you raced your little speeder in the Dune Sea with your friends on Tatooine? That's cute, Skywalker. Real cute."

Analia just wanted to use the bathroom. She wasn't expecting to be ambushed and violated by Luke as soon as she stepped back out. She pushed passed him, making towards the cockpit, and he hurried along behind her.

Leia was leaving the cockpit when Analia and Luke arrived, and to say she looked furious would have been an understatement. Quite honestly, Analia was surprised that she couldn't see hot steam curling out of the princess' ears.

"Your friend is quite a mercenary," she seethed, her narrowed eyes repeatedly flicking between Han, Luke and Analia. "I wonder if he really cares about anything, or anybody."

Leia stormed out of the cockpit, not so much as glancing over her shoulder to show that she had heard Luke when he promptly responded, "I care."

Analia quirked her eyebrow, giving Luke a scrutinising look. Perhaps she was imagining it, but she was sure she saw the tips of his ears glow red underneath his mop of disheveled blond hair, and he gave a shrug of his shoulders.

Han was lounging in the co-pilot seat. Although, lounging didn't seem to be the correct term. In fact, he appeared to be incredibly disgruntled, and Analia wondered what kind of argument he and Leia must have gotten into to put them both in such sour moods.

Analia nodded towards the pilot's seat, telling Luke that he could take it as she leaned back against the wall.

"So," Luke began, slipping into his assigned seat. "What do you think of her, Han?"

"I'm trying not to, kid," Han grumbled.

Luke gave a slow nod of his head and looked away; suddenly he seemed to find the dashboard much more interesting than Han, and he began to nervously fumble with some broken panels.

"Good," he mumbled, sounding slightly embarrassed.

Analia pursed her lips in annoyance. She shifted on her feet, suddenly finding the position she was standing in to be uncomfortable, and the dull throbbing pain in her wound had returned.

Han glanced over his shoulder, taking in Analia's vexed expression, and his facial muscles twitched ever-so-slightly as a smirk played at his lips.

"Still," he started, his voice laced with mischief, entirely ignoring the glare of warning that Analia was sending his way. "She's got a lot of spirit. What do you think? You think a princess and a guy like me—?"

Luke's voice was snappy and curt. "No."

Analia felt her jaw falling slack and she irksomely began to fumble with her hands, her fingers fruitlessly curling around one another. Her stomach churned, which she hoped would not become her body's regular reaction to discomfort.

As Luke looked away from Han once more, the latter turned to Analia, smiling in a rougish manner and raising his eyebrows. Analia merely scoffed and whipped her head around, discovering that the plain wall was a much more pleasant sight than Han's teasing expression.

"Don't you think we have more important things than romance to be talking about?" Analia snapped irritably. Her narrowed gaze was still firmly fixed on the wall.