REWRITE: 'BORN TO GAZE INTO NIGHT SKIES' UP ON MY ACCOUNT
𝙉𝙄𝘾𝙆𝙉𝘼𝙈𝙀𝙎 | ❛ i'm going to kill han solo ❜
in which a young mechanic
decides shes got a thing for
idiot passengers from tatooine
OR
in which a young mechanic
decides she's got a t...
UH SO IDK WHAT HAPPENS IF YOU GET INJURED LIKE THIS SO LET'S JUST PRETEND THIS IS ALL GOOD AND CANON OKAY?
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i do not! :: penny
The walls are moving. They're moving. They're moving in. Holy shit, they're going to crush us.
This is it. This is how I die.
Fuck.
After I finally snap back out of my panic, I find Leia and Han unsuccessfully holding up large metal rods in an attempt to stop the walls from crushing us to dust, and Luke yelling into comlink from C3PO.
I don't really know what to do, so I start to panic again, this time, closer to Luke.
The room just keeps getting smaller, we're not going to make it out of here. Whatever pulled Luke down is gonna use us to write letters to its family.
Everyone's yelling, the walls are closing in, and I feel like I'm going to pass out. Han, Leia, and Chewie are trying to get to the top of the trash, but Luke and I have given up. Almost sinking into the piles while he screams and pleads for his droids. At some point through all of this our arms found their way around one another, and now we sit here, holding each other, close to death, when suddenly,
"Are you there, sir?"
Luke and I stand up straight, pushing away from each other.
"3PO!" He grins.
"We've had some problems-"
"Will you shut up and listen to me? Shut down all the garbage mashers on the detention level, will you? Do you copy?" No response. "Shut down all the garbage mashers on the detention level." Still nothing. He repeats it again, and a few moments later the walls stop.
Holy shit, we're saved.
Luke wraps his arms around me, squeezing me tight. "3PO, we're all right! We're all right, you did great!" He hugs me for a few more moments before rushing to see where we are. "Hey...hey, open the pressure matinence hatch on unit number...where are we?"
"326827," Han answers into the comlink.
And then Luke's hugging me again. A few hours ago I wanted him out of my sight, and now I'm hugging him in a trash compactor with butterflies in my stomach.
