"You gonna hurry up, kid?" Han gave her an annoyed look.
She held her hands up. "Chill, old geezer." Seeing the pilots had lifted her spirits.
"First of all," Han scowled. "I am not an old geezer. Second," He raised up two fingers. "Are we going to do what I came and missed my breakfast and what I put with cramps for?" He pressed his fingers to the scanner. (Ever noticed that Star Wars never tell you how the (un)lock/start the engines?)
Rika rolled her eyes. "Wonderful, Han. We now know you can count." She walked up the ramp.
She crouched by the engines and dropped to her knees. Rika winced when she saw the broken glass. She gathered up the scattered tools and broken pieces of the cylinder she was working on. She frowned, she should be able to fix it... Then she remembered what she was here for. She rummaged around in the box, then her hand enclosed around something else round, something else silver, something else that was like the very weapon strapped to the belt on her waist. She ignited the lightsaber.
A ray of brilliant green shot up and Rika almost collapsed in relief. So different. Her mind whispered. So different to Kylo Ren's red one.
"Well?" Her thoughts were interrupted by the even more annoyed tone (if that's possible) of Han Solo, who was currently standing at the entrance, the former tapping his foot impatiently and the latter who kept adjusting his weapons.
"I found it!" She shouted back.
Han came in a flash. He stopped dead as he saw the green blade. Rika misunderstood and deactivated the blade and Han protested then grabbed the lightsaber--
And pointed the tip at his face. Rika paled and slammed her hands onto her eyes, then opened her fingers as she had not smell, nor hear the sound of burning flesh or of anguished screams. Instead, Han returned to turning the smooth silver around in his hand. But then he once again pointed it at his face and almost ignited the lightsaber again.
"How do you this thing anyways?" Han frowned and kept fidgeting with the lightsaber.
"Don't!" Rika squealed with protest as he almost activated it. "Give me it!" She snaps, "You're going to hurt yourself with it!"
Han crossed his arms. "I'm a big boy now, and I'm pretty sure as hell that I don't need a girl that's, like, fifty years younger than me to take care of me -- Jedi or not."
"I am not fifty years younger than you!" She squawked.
"Is!"
"Is not!"
"Is!"
"Is not!"
"Is too!"
"Enough!" Someone snapped, Rika and Han spun around only to be greeted with the exasperate, but almost amused face of Leia.
"Thank God!" Rika cried with relief. "Save me from him! Your husband is insane!"
Leia nodded. "I agree." She sniggered.
"I told you! I am not insane!" Han glared.
Rika sighed.
So much for getting this done as soon as possible.
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"Oh my God!" Rika snapped as she slipped off her shirt. She could not believe what the two older (and both insane) couple had dragged her into. "A mud fight!" She huffs. "Of all the things! A mud fight!" Then tent suddenly flapped open, and let out a small scream, she spun around, clutching her chest.
"Well, not exactly what I was expecting." Poe says while she scowled at him. Then he smirked at the same time. "But all the more welcomed at the same time."
"Let me put on my shirt." Rika crossed her arms tighter around her chest.
"Oh come on." Poe tucked her head into his shoulder, with her arms still crossed. "I've seen the top... And under that too."
"Stop it." Rika groans. "I just had a shower, you're getting me dirty again."
"I heard you made quite the scene in the Hangar today." He mummers, his voice was rougher and Rika looked up to see that his eyes darkened, she followed his gaze to her chest, which she obviously covered less, much, less than before.
"Oh come on." Yet still, she couldn't bring herself to pull away from his grip: dirty or not.
"Come on. We'll take a shower together."
"Why do I date you again?"
"Because you love me."
"Yeah, and I wish I didn't."
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I have decided to grace you with this chapter. You must be special. But anyways, report cards season is coming up -- while I'll still be as active as I'll ever be on Wattpad, I won't be updating twice each week anymore. But you should be able to get at least one each week.
But anyways, I've written a new Anakin fic that I hope you'll check out. Now, be honest with me. If I re-continued all of my other book or/and started an Obi-Wan or any other Star Wars or other fanfic, would you read it? Please answer this question!
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