Title: In Which a Flyby Goes Wrong Summary: What starts as two unknowing siblings comforting each
other in the wake of the anniversary of the Death Star’s destruction
turns into a distraction with what should be a short, easy mission to
survey for possible future bases.What trouble can an abandoned mining planet be?
;) May the Fourth be With you, guys~ (the link to the chapter is in the title)
“I’ll just have a look around, Artoo, give me a sec,” he said and
winced as the cockpit cracked open, hot, ashy air swirling in. There
were probably far better places to look for other abandoned structures,
and yet here he was… Artoo blatted a sharp noise, and Luke chuckled, though he felt weirdly tense, still - that sense of unease was thick, now, but that was probably just thanks to the hot, thick air, so dry it felt like it was scorching his lungs.
This place was not
friendly, but that just meant that if there was some place protected
enough to throw up some pre-fab buildings if they couldn’t find anything
abandoned that’d fit the bill, it would be a really good place for a
possible new base.
“All right, let’s see…” The metal clanged
dully as he jumped down from the X-wing, but two steps away from it,
Luke slowed down, growing more hesitant. Then, after another five, he
came to a complete stop.
It felt impossible to breathe.
the air was taking up all the space in his throat but unable to move
any further and now the jangling unease had spread to echo in the Force,
a warning with no clear source or reason.