invisible string~luke skywalker

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Greyson was leaned up against one of the walls of the ship when a familiar droid rolled past.

"R2?" The small droid turned around after hearing his name called. He rolled over to the posing bounty hunter, careful not to spill any of the drinks he adorned.

"R2, it's me buddy, Greyson." She whispered quietly, assuming he wouldn't recognize her with the voice modificator. R2D2 let out a short series of sarcastic beeps, that Greyson took as excitement. She smiled beneath her helmet and took one of the drinks off his tray, despite knowing she wouldn't drink it.

Greyson peered out to the two small shuttles, searching. She spotted Luke and Han, what appeared to be, bickering. She couldn't even begin to imagine what they were saying, but she assumed it had to do with either the plan Luke hopefully had or their impending death. Greyson was not hoping for the latter, that's for sure. She swirled the strange liquid around in its glass before instinctively bringing it to her lips, it knocked against the helmet. Greyson scowled as she wiped the beads off.

Luke stepped onto the plank. "Jabba, this is your last chance." He spoke. Jabba didn't acknowledge this.

"Put him in." Jabba demanded.

Luke jumped off but grabbed onto the plank, not letting himself fall in. He pushed himself into the air, landing back on the shuttle igniting the green lightsaber R2 tossed him.

Chaos ensued aboard Jabba's ship. Running, yelling, Jabba's angry roars. Greyson smiled to herself as she watched her surroundings. After a few moments, she tossed her drink aside, along with her helmet. The blinds had shut, skewing her view of the boys below, she could only assume they were handling themselves well.

Leia had thrown the chain attached to her around Jabba's neck. "Need help over there, Princess?" Greyson hollered. Leia rolled her eyes.

While Leia strangled her captor, Greyson shot at anyone who tried to come near them. She used one of the lightsabers, previously safely tucked away beneath her armor, to break part of the princess's chain. "Come on, we don't want to stick around." She said.

They climbed to the top, the droids in toe, where Luke was. He yelled for Leia to get to the gun, while Greyson had her back to his within seconds. She could feel the heat and energy that radiated off him. Although you didn't need to be touching Luke to feel the sheer determination that flowed through his body. Or the good that seemed to run through his veins and in his heart.

At this point, Greyson was entirely convinced, this man didn't have a single bad bone in his body, not an ounce of hate. Granted, she was wrong, but, it was the thought that mattered.

Leia had pointed the weapon at the main control center. Luke had rushed over to a hanging rope, wrapping his arm tightly around her waist. He turned to Greyson.

"Come on."

"No fucking way."

"I got you, come on Grey."

"You're fucking crazy, there's no way all three of us can-"

Luke put an end to their arguing by swiftly pulling Greyson into his side and jumping.

"I hate you Skywalker, I really do."

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Luke pulled Greyson away from their friends before heading to their separate ships.

"Are you alright?" He asked concerned, placing a gloved hand on her cheek.

Greyson checked nervously to see if anyone was watching them. Luke placed a finger under Greyson's chin and turned her head back towards him.

"Seriously, are you okay?"

Greyson smiled and laced her fingers around the back of Luke's neck. "I am now."

Luke rolled his eyes but smiled as his cheeks tinted pink. "Why's that?"

"Well, you see, I'm finally back with this really amazing guy,"

"Oh yeah?"

"Mhm, he's one of the nicest people I know, very sweet, very funny. Not to mention, very handsome."

"He sounds pretty great, seems the other boys have some competition. This amazing guy got a name?"

"Han."

Luke pushed Greyson away from him, who was laughing loudly. He frowned and crossed his arms across his chest. Greyson took note of this reaction and quickly stopped laughing. She placed her hands on Luke's arms.

"Hey, hey, I'm just messing with you." Greyson said softly, wiggling her way into his arms. Luke held her as close as physically possible, pressing his forehead to her's, their noses brushing against each other. Greyson brought a hand up to trace Luke's lips, pulling his face even closer.

"We agreed not to act on our feelings, Greyson." Luke mocked.

"Asshole." Greyson muttered.

Neither pulled their face away though. They could feel every breath the other took and Luke could've sworn he heard how Greyson's heart was beating.

"I'm heading back to Dagobah." Luke finally said. He could feel Greyson's body language change. First, the drop in her face, then in her shoulders, before she let go of Luke completely, pulling away from their warm embrace. He felt colder already.

Greyson made sure the hurt wasn't evident in her face. "All right. Good luck. I l-" Her breath caught in her throat.

"Hm?"

"I just," Pause. "I look forward to seeing you again."

"I'll be back before you know it, my love."