What Could Have Been

Part Ten

^^^Just though I'd share this awesome Ahsoka fan art I found!

me: some-
*force-blasts door open*
Me: -BODY ONCE TOLD ME   
That I haven't updated in forever. Sorry guys.

"Everybody brace yourself!" Han yelled as the Millennium Falcon spiraled out of control towards the small planet. "Chewie, fire up the thrusters!" The Wookie stumbled across the ship, doing as Han told. The ship made a spluttering sound, the engines straining to stop the ship from crashing. The Falcon slowed in its decent, before crashing on the rocky surface.

"Leia!" Luke groaned, shaking his head as the dust settled. "Are you alright?" The teen became nervous as his sister remained silent. The crash could have injured her further. Luke coughed, climbing out of the seat he was in, making his way over to Leia. His breathing quickened as he saw his sister lying on the floor. He scrambled to her, grabbing her gently.

"Luke?" Leia moaned, her eyes fluttering open. "Are we still alive?" Luke smiled in relief, assessing her injuries.

"Barely." Han said, cutting in. "We need to make repairs, but we don't have enough of the proper parts. Both the engine and the communications are damaged beyond use." Luke cursed under his breath. "So unless we somehow manage to find a supply shop on this dustball, we can just plan to never get out of here." Leia sat up slowly as Han continued to complain about how no amount of money was worth all this trouble. Luke took a deep breath, letting the Force pull him into a trance. He stretched out his consciousness, searching for any sign of life.

Bingo. Luke's eyes shot open, glancing at Leia. She nodded, understanding what her brother's expression meant. "Han." Leia attempted to cut in. The young man ignored her, or at least didn't hear. "Han!"

"What?" He snapped.

"Luke knows where we can find some other life on this rock. Or... well, at least he thinks so." She muttered that last part so the man couldn't catch it. The smuggler's eyes lit up, before his expression clouded back over.

"How?" The twins hesitated, unsure of how much information they should disclose to this stranger. "I'm not leaving until you can give me real proof." Leia sighed.

"He used the Force. We're Jedi." Han let out a sharp laugh. "What's so funny?"

"Yeah, right. Like I'm going to believe there's some 'mystical energy' thing that has some control over my life!" Leia simply rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, well, we're going with or without you!" Leia said, crossing her arms. Luke's eyes widened.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! There is no 'we', Leia." Luke said. "You are staying here and resting." Leia opened her mouth to argue, but was cut off by her brother. "That's final. You will stay here with Chewie, while Han and I find some help." Both Han and Leia began to argue now. Luke waved them off, ending the discussion.

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Luke waved to Leia as he and Han headed off the ship. "I still can't believe you convinced me to come with you in this fool's errand." Han muttered. The rolled his eyes, taking the lead. The two walked in silence in the direction Luke felt was right.

"Would you rather stay on the ship for Force knows how long with Leia?" The young Jedi retorted. Han snorted, but stopped his complaining. "That's what I thought." Luke whispered to himself triumphantly. "We're less than half a click away now." The two picked up their pace, a large obstruction appearing within sight.

        "Is that a tank?" Han asked incredulously. Luke nodded, silent. They cautiously came closer to it. "How did you know?"