wannabe: star wars reader insert

unexpected adventure

-half-way-ish through the movie
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'ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴛᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ? ꜱᴏᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴘᴀꜱꜱ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ꜱᴀꜰᴇ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴀʀᴍꜱ...'
-ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇꜱᴛ, ᴀɴɴɪᴇ ʟᴇɴɴᴏx

(Y/n) stared dumbly at Han. He had already dug his grave by answering a call from a few levels down below, and with each word he sprouted, it got deeper.

"Uh, uh," he stammered, "there was a...weapon's malfunction." Sweat trailed down his forehead. "But, uh, everything's perfectly fine now. We're fine. We're all fine here. Thank you." If Fives were here, (Y/n) would have laughed at Han with him, but he wasn't. And he wouldn't ever because he was dead. The thought kept tugging in her mind like a bird that refused to stop chewing at seeds in a garden. 

It was like he was there yet not at the same time. The empty space at her side said to forget him, but she couldn't. Not after all she and him had been through. Not after the way he died. It wasn't with honour on a battlefield--it was plain murder.
Han sucked his teeth in annoyance. "Uh, how are you?" (Y/n) returned her attention onto the man as he sheepishly smiled. She had never face-palmed so hard in her life. 

"We're sending a squad up right now." 

Han went rigid as a board. "Negative! Uh, negative. We...have a reactor leak here, uh, now. I uh, I mean...uh, give us a few minutes to lock it down." He paused. "Large leak. Very dangerous."

"Who is this? What's your operating number?" 

Han grabbed his blaster and (Y/n) almost lost her cool. He gritted his teeth and shot at the panel like there was no tomorrow. Sparks flew from the mangled scrapes of wires and plastoid as smoke bellowed from the burnt material.

"That was a boring conversation anyway." Han threw the blaster on the ground with a tired sigh. (Y/n) shook her head to bring her thoughts back to the ground. She had to remind herself not to think about her men either, who were probably waiting for her back on Kamino with the younger cadets. 

They were probably sent to another wasteland to rid the planet of Seperatist forces while the cadets trained away in the facilities. Without (Y/n) around, they probably got little breaks. (Y/n) wondered if her Master went out looking for her in the dark streets, or if Anakin had already summoned his men for a searchparty. Maybe word hadn't gotten around that she had been kidnapped, and everyone just thought she was a criminal instead.

"Luke, hurry up!" cried Han. "We're about to have company!" The numbers above the lifts quickly rose, increasing so fast that (Y/n) could barely up with it. She frowned. Since when did the lifts go so fast? And since when did the control panels look so...advanced?

"Get behind me!" shouted Han. With a quick swoop of his arm, he shoved (Y/n) behind him and snatched his blaster off the ground. 

The doors on the lifts swished open. There was no warning from either side, only blaster fire. Some lasers bounced off the walls, into control panels, or onto the camera overlooking above.

(Y/n) never fully realised how lucky she was to be incredibly gifted in the Force until now. If it weren't for her sensitivity, then she swould have long been subject to all the smoke and blaster fire erupting from both sides. Han was a surprisingly good shot and kept her safe from harm, but he had to practically tango and shimmy to avoid getting hit.