Their Lady Adyé [Star Wars]

Breaking the News

She didn't entirely know why, but listening to L4 chattering happily away with Artoo on the Flame's bridge brought a smile to Athara's face. It brought her back to her days as Tamara, for sure...save Artoo's presence, of course. That was new. Her smile widened of its own accord. Newish, at least.

Satisfied that the Flame was happily hurtling through hyperspace, Athara pulled herself from the pilot's seat, perfectly comfortable leaving the ship in the two droids' capable...err, hands. So to speak, of course. They'd be approaching Naboo in the near future and she trusted both of them to notify her in plenty of time to return to the bridge. They were all old hands at this by now, after all, their little group having spent the last several years crossing the Galaxy searching for scraps and traces of Jedi lore to incorporate into their plans for an Academy. It wouldn't be long now, she reassured herself with satisfaction, and they would truly be starting at their calling of rebuilding the Jedi Order.

Well, more than they had been so far, she mused wryly, her thoughts turning automatically to the new generation of Skywalkers Luke and Leia had provided.

With Han's and her help, of course.

She grinned as she stepped into the sitting area of her and Luke's quarters—set up as a workroom, of sorts, given that they had the whole ship to themselves—catching sight of her Farmboy engrossed in his task of maintaining his lightsaber at the table.

He didn't even look up. But she knew that, though he didn't look it, he wasn't as oblivious to her presence as he might have been once. She shook her head fondly. A little part of her missed those days...

So, seemingly unaware or not, it was hard to startle him anymore. Sure enough, before the door had even hissed shut behind her, he was looking up from the lightsaber he had just finished putting back together. Leaning back into the curving, booth-like seat, he held out an arm to her, his invitation clear.

Without hesitation, she accepted, settling herself on his knee, wrapping her arm around his shoulder as his free arm wrapped around her waist.

"What are you working on," she asked quietly after stealing a quick kiss. In answer, Luke absently lifted his hand to Force-call a small resistor from where it had lain on the table. Catching it, Athara peered at the faintly scorched part, her practiced eye immediately recognizing what he'd been doing.

"You burnt out another one?" she teased lightly, setting it in his waiting palm. He huffed petulantly, fingers digging briefly at the sensitive area he knew lay over her ribs. She stifled a giggle, squirming.

"Hey, watch it," he chided playfully back, grinning himself, "or when you need to swap out the one in yours, the box will be mysteriously missing." His bright blue eyes twinkled up at her. She dismissed the threat with an absent gesture.

"The Force is handy for that sort of thing, you know..." she quipped. He chuckled, reaching around her to set the part down and, with a steady wave of his hand, started packing away the tools he'd had strewn about back into their small kit with the Force.

Athara leaned into him as he focused on the light task, placing a few small kisses against his neck. He huffed faintly when one of the microspanners wobbled in midair halfway to its destination, his arm tightening around her waist at the distraction she was causing. Athara pulled back with an impish grin as he chuckled and poked gently at her ribs, wrinkling her nose dramatically. But she took pity on him despite her fun, and instead settled for carding her fingers lightly through his hair as he sent the kit back to its place in the cabinet across the way, her hand coming to rest on the back of his neck.

Once the cabinet door had clicked shut, he turned his attention wholly to her. Athara smiled as he leaned forward to nuzzle her neck, fighting back another giggle at the way his new beard tickled; she was still getting used to it, though she still couldn't understand exactly why he felt he needed to grow a beard at all.