unpopular onion time but a good solid 75% of legends is bad with the old republic stuff and the thrawn trilogy being the crown jewels of legends, and im glad that theres a new canon so shit like Lu’uke Skywalker or chewy being destroyed by a fucking MOON can never happen again
tell something’s wrong the second he steps in the war room. Sure, everyone’s
been a little stiff around him, and sure, Threepio’s always a little stiff.
particular brand of stiffness is exceptional, though. He patiently waits for
the droid to turn around and face him.
Threepio refuses to turn for a couple long minutes, Luke clears his throat.
a sort of disgruntled harrumph and does not turn around.
been on the Resistance base a day, but already people have made their feelings
known. Leia’s glad to have him back but affectionately pissed at him, Rey’s
just enthralled, Poe Dameron’s torn between his respect for Luke and his
loyalty to his General. The young pilot resorts to grudging admiration and
leaving the room quickly whenever Luke appears.
you’re awake, right?”
he can hear C-3PO sniffing haughtily.
“I am operating at full capacity,” he assures Luke, and then adds, “Sir
on, don’t call me that.”
what, Sir Skywalker?” Threepio continues, still obstinately facing away.
designation is C-3PO,” the droid
reminds him in a clipped tone. And Luke had expected the chewing out from,
well, Chewie, but to hear it from Threepio is a bit of a shock.
sighs, giving in. “C-3PO. I got you a present.”
turning around. “Leave it on the table on your way out.”
my name, Sir Skywalker.”
Skywalker’s not mine,” Luke says, old and bitter and, dammit, missing his
friend. “Alright, fine. I’ll… see you.” As he steps out, he sets his gift down
on the circle table.
It chinks against the surface, piquing
Threepio’s interest. He’s careful not to peek before Luke’s gone, and then he
whips around so fast he may snap a joint.
it is, glistening and glorious and golden. A new arm, shinier even than the
rest of him. Weighing the pros and cons of accepting a present from the man he’s
supposed to be mad at, his red arm feeling heavier and heavier as he does, he
hurries to the table and grabs for the arm.
perfect. The right weight, the right balance. It feels so right that for a moment
he considers trying to replace his arm by himself.
passes quickly. After all, he’s a sensible sort of fellow.
Threepio tucks the arm under… his arm and starts to leave when he notices the
note that came attached.
Sorry about the arm, but hey… we’ve all been there!
hesitates, Luke takes the opportunity to spring back into the room. “So?”
“Master Lu- Sir Skywalker, you really
shouldn’t jump out from behind corners in such a way,” Threepio criticizes,
turning his back to Luke once more. “Really,
this is a warzone. You could startle someone.”
“Startle someone?” Luke says, folding his arms. “Or
freezes. For the millionth time, he wishes he hadn’t ever involved himself with
so many humans. When it occurs to him that this would leave him with no one to
interact with but Artoo, he swiftly rethinks his wish. “It will perform
adequately, I’m sure,” he says of the arm, and he doesn’t need to turn around
to know that Luke’s making a face.
for your contribution to the Resistance—”
for the Resistance, it’s for you,” Luke says, running an irritated hand through
his beard. “Because you’re my friend,
friends don’t abandon friends!” C-3PO snaps. “Friends do not run off alone and
then show up again behaving as if nothing has happened. Or so I have come to
understand it, that is. It seems I’m… rusty about the mechanics of friendship,
“No, you’re right,” he admits. “I messed up. I’m sorry, Threepio.”
scratches his beard again. “I know the arm doesn’t make up for it,” he tells
Threepio, “but I did miss you.”
Threepio shuffles his feet. “The Princess— the General missed you as well.”
says, trying to hide his smile. “I’m sure she
Resistance can use your help.”
Luke says, full-out smirking now. “Well, it’s really good to see the Resistance again. And I hope that the Resistance knows that it’s been rough
without the Resistance around to tell
me all the different ways I can die in space. And I want the Resistance to remember—”
afraid you’re just speaking jibberish, Master Luke.”
thing Threepio knows, Luke’s come up behind him and thrown his arms around him
in a backwards hug. It’s not necessarily unpleasant but it is, as many things
Luke Skywalker does, exasperating.
to see you, Threepio,” Luke says, and gives him a little kiss on the side of
Threepio says, “well.”
him with the new arm and walks toward the door, passing Artoo on his way out.
laughs inwardly when R2-D2 zaps Luke’s ankle, well, no one has to know.