Drabble #4
Nov. 4th, 2006 09:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
matrilWhew! When LiveJournal pretty much shut itself off to me for the afternoon, I was beginning to wonder if I'd have to post my drabble belatedly tomorrow. I had already written it earlier today, but posting it the next day just seemed to be bending to rules too much. Anyway, all is well. Here's my fourth drabble.
Old Friends
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Chewbacca was absorbed in his work on the Falcon, hearing only muffled snatches of the conversation going on just above him in the main hold of the ship. It was a long way to Coruscant, and he had had enough of getting stranded in the middle of nowhere thanks to shoddy repairs. This time, he was determined to see the Falcon run smoothly the whole way to the capital.
But part of a sentence floated to his ears and made him pause. “...training from Jedi Master Yoda...”
That was Luke. Chewie strained to hear more. Now he heard Leia's curious voice. “Yes, I’ve heard...Father mentioned...leading member of the old Jedi Order...?” Chewie began to climb out of the repair pit, his excitement mounting. Leia’s voice drifted down to him again. “...thought he was killed with the rest of them...”
“No,” Luke said quietly. “He survived the purge.”
Chewie was standing on the main level now, a forgotten tool still in his hand. Luke and Leia were sitting at the table, conversing earnestly. He let out a soft noise, and they looked up. “What is it?” Leia asked matter-of-factly, clearly expecting something about the repairs.
Yoda, Chewie answered. He’s still alive?
Unlike Han, it always took them both a moment to interpret his utterances. Leia responded first, in surprise. “You knew him?” And then Luke, his voice sympathetic and regretful. “I’m sorry, Chewie. He’s gone now.”
Chewie bowed his head, his excitement seeping down into sorrow. Luke stood up and put out an inviting arm. “Sit down, Chewie. We’d like to hear how you know him. And then I can tell you the rest.”
After all these years, Chewie found himself mourning a death all over again. It was almost too much. But – remembering would help. Chewie finally nodded and joined them at the table.
Old Friends
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Chewbacca was absorbed in his work on the Falcon, hearing only muffled snatches of the conversation going on just above him in the main hold of the ship. It was a long way to Coruscant, and he had had enough of getting stranded in the middle of nowhere thanks to shoddy repairs. This time, he was determined to see the Falcon run smoothly the whole way to the capital.
But part of a sentence floated to his ears and made him pause. “...training from Jedi Master Yoda...”
That was Luke. Chewie strained to hear more. Now he heard Leia's curious voice. “Yes, I’ve heard...Father mentioned...leading member of the old Jedi Order...?” Chewie began to climb out of the repair pit, his excitement mounting. Leia’s voice drifted down to him again. “...thought he was killed with the rest of them...”
“No,” Luke said quietly. “He survived the purge.”
Chewie was standing on the main level now, a forgotten tool still in his hand. Luke and Leia were sitting at the table, conversing earnestly. He let out a soft noise, and they looked up. “What is it?” Leia asked matter-of-factly, clearly expecting something about the repairs.
Yoda, Chewie answered. He’s still alive?
Unlike Han, it always took them both a moment to interpret his utterances. Leia responded first, in surprise. “You knew him?” And then Luke, his voice sympathetic and regretful. “I’m sorry, Chewie. He’s gone now.”
Chewie bowed his head, his excitement seeping down into sorrow. Luke stood up and put out an inviting arm. “Sit down, Chewie. We’d like to hear how you know him. And then I can tell you the rest.”
After all these years, Chewie found himself mourning a death all over again. It was almost too much. But – remembering would help. Chewie finally nodded and joined them at the table.
