Luke Skywalker, the Last Jedi, faces his toughest challenge yet. To rebuild the Jedi Order, he must give up his personal hopes and dreams. Every move is critiqued by not only the New Republic Senate but also the Force-ghost Jedi Council of the past...
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The next day Naluma passed the time in hyperspace by reading an adventure novel on her datapad and thinking about Luke. He had spent much of the day by himself in the cockpit. She feared he was avoiding her because of yesterday, because of that kiss.
While her heart wanted to pursue him, and enjoy another sweet kiss, she knew he needed his meditation time. She could feel the edges of his anxiety even through his shielding and hoped she was not the cause.
Earlier that day, the girls had helped her shower. Now, the throbbing of her leg chained her to the bunk. Her pain meds only dulled the pain, not removed it, and she didn't want to risk the Force-visions with anything stronger.
As the tiny cabin's bulkheads pressed in on Naluma, she picked up her datapad again, focusing her thoughts on the story and ignoring the claustrophobia. After the hyperdrive engine engaged with a rough jolt, she felt Luke approaching the cabin. She scribbled a note on her datapad to service the hyperdrive when they reached their next destination.
Datapad in hand, Luke poked his head in. "Mind if I come in?"
"Please do," she said with a shy smile while she made room for him on the bed. She rotated her leg to a supply crate.
After he lowered himself to the bed, she put her arms around him and hugged him. "Missed you all day. What've you been up to?"
When he pulled away from her embrace, Naluma frowned. Is it always going to be like this—one day so close, the next day closed off?
"Thinking ... about a great many things." He pressed his lips together with a short sigh.
Sensing the fear, she kept the conversation light. She unwrapped herself from him and leaned against the bulkhead. "Where are we headed?"
"Four days to Hosnian Prime and then maybe a jump over to Zaxyn. We need supplies for Khalkha. We may have to charter a freighter or something, too." He picked up his datapad. "Would you mind going over this with me?"
She took his list and looked at his calculations. "Well, you've got enough grains ordered, but not enough vegetables. Even frozen would be better than nothing. And we could use more protein."
"I thought we could hunt some of the indigenous wildlife for protein."
"Do you think they're safe to eat?"
"Taznek's files say they are. We could also revitalize that garden he had for greens. Fresh is better."
"Hmm. I'd love to work on that project. I miss the gardens on Felucia," she said as she scrolled down the screen. "Large stock of uniforms. Not bad. I don't know when we'll get to using all those, though."
