Some Rescue — Star Wars & Jetko

Star Wars and Jetko. Oh lawd. It started out as a joke, but come on guys. Han!Jet. Han!Jet. These are interconnected drabbles with a vague continuity, written with little to no planning. Sorry in advance if you were hoping for something with actual thought processes involved. :/ Feel free to drop us an ask! Fabulous sidebar art by Katie.

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And Dumber

Zuko stared through the observation window at the scrap heap of a starship. If that was their getaway, they were fucked.

"There she is," Jet drawled with obvious pride. Zuko turned over his shoulder to look at him. 

"You came here in that thing?"

Zuko snorted, smirking slightly. "You're braver than I thought. And dumber."

The other man scoffed and turned on his heel. Katara kept talking into her comm link, but Zuko didn't pay too much attention. She'd let them know if it was important. Instead he looked down at the ramshackle, mismatched little ship. Really, he was surprised pieces of it weren't falling off.

He tried not to think too hard about her captain or about that moment they'd shared in the trash compactor. Zuko didn't like owing debts, least of all to men with questionable motives, but something about Jet put him all off-kilter and out of step with his pulse racing for no good reason.

"Nice," Katara turned toward him. "Okay, let's go. The droids are in the hangar, we just—"

"There they are! Blast them!"

Red lasers bolted past them. Zuko grabbed Katara's arm and pulled her behind him before he realized he was the only one of them who didn't have a weapon of his own, and the hallway was too narrow to bend without hurting one of his rescuers. That and his depth perception was extremely skewed because of the bandage covering his burned eye.

Jet jumped in front of both of them, shooting anything in white armor and yelling like a banshee.

"Get back to the ship!" He shouted before running headlong toward the remaining storm troopers.

"Where are you going?!" Katara called back, pushing Zuko away and toward the other door. Longshot gave her a look that said something like get to the ship, we'll meet you there or I have no fucking clue before starting after his captain.

Zuko blinked, a little dazed by all the smoke and yelling. 

"He certainly has courage," he murmured, staring down the hall Jet had disappeared. "I'll give him that."

Katara gave a high-pitched snort of derision. "Hah, and what good will that do us if it gets us himself killed?" She tugged on his wrist sharply. "Come on."

Zuko just hummed, still bemused by the quick turn of events and the echo of Jet's holler wandering back to them.

"Come on, Prince Zuko, we gotta run."

He shook his head to clear the fog from his mind and sprinted after her.

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oh lord i am unworthy, so, so unworthy. (defers all readers to the true works of the senpais)

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Fucking asteroids. Zuko huffs, biting on the dull tips of his fingernails and watching Katara and Jet move about the cockpit, shifting between systems. He’s still stuck on the fact that Jet willingly navigated them through a field of asteroids and have steered them into a dense, dark cave.

“We’re going to have to shut — ” Katara makes a subtle noise towards Jet, jerking her thumb backwards. Zuko stands up straight for a moment, eyes widening, but hears the nervous buzz beside him.

Right, he remembers, H-4RU.

“No, we need Haru,” Jet shuts down the engine, turning to the droid and giving him a once over. “There’s something fucking with the hyperdrive, and — ”

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Princely Advice

Once safely out in the hallway, Jet started chucking off the blasted storm trooper uniform.  Smelled like fucking shit.  It was probably going to take weeks of scrubbing to get this infernal smell off his body.  Out of the corner of his eye he could see Katara doing the same.

The prince’s lips thinned out into a scowl and Jet jerked his eyes away from them, before he started getting ideas.  Again. 

They really needed to get out of here so that Jet could have time to figure out exactly what he wanted to do about these wandering thoughts, for a fucking prince of all things.  Spirits damn it all.

Wiping down her hair, Katara only snorted and rolled her eyes.  “Yeah, yeah, let’s get moving.  Come on.”

Longshot was still staring intently at the door to the garbage compactor and suddenly there was a large racket from inside as a tentacle reached out into the hall, searching for a new victim.

With a sigh, he faced the door and yelled, “Move out of the way!”  As he raised his blaster to shoot, he could see Zuko rushing at him in a huff.

“Stop!  They’ll hear us!”

Too late, the shot was already ricocheting down the hall and the tentacle fled back into the safety of the trash.  It wasn’t that loud.

Okay, maybe it was, but it was hardly a big deal.  Idiot, know-it-all princes, he grumbled to himself.

Zuko was in his face now, sneering at him and waving his hands.  “Listen.  I don't know who you are, or where you came from, but from now on, you do as I tell you. Okay?”

Feeling his jaw drop, Jet watched in shock as the prince turned and stalked away.  Oh hell no, Jet did not take orders from any royalty.  Even if they were right, which Zuko clearly wasn’t; Jet had everything perfectly under control, thank you very much.

“Look, Your Worshipfulness, let's get one thing straight!  I take orders from one person!  Me!” he growled, chasing after the prince.  Bastard walked like he had a stick up his ass and he couldn’t help but snort when he noticed.  Not that he was looking at his ass, because he wasn’t, at all.

Zuko only rolled his eyes and huffed more at this.  “It’s a wonder you’re still alive.” 

Glaring at the prince’s back, he saw Katara laughing mockingly at him and snapped at her exasperatedly, “No reward is worth this.”

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This is so brill, I'm losing my ability to can. Really hope you update soon, amazing and creative writer (writers?).

Hello friend. Thank you so much, we sure do enjoy dabbling in this universe. And yeah, authors, there are three of us permanently, but the submission box is open if you want to try your hand at a scene or four, too. It's a lot of fun. :D

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Star Wars and Avatar? This is brilliant.

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Will this be Jetko or Zutara or Jetkotara?

We have to choose? 

Don't forget Jetara, either.

Uh, right, actual answer: Han!Jet and Leia!Zuko means Jetko endgame. But there are lots of opportunities for any and all of the aforementioned ships, so... We're just gonna have fun with the possibilities. Hopefully you will, too, anon.

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Snowball

Clean the droids, Uncle Pakik said. Waste time with your friends later, he said.

"Ugh," she groaned, cutting the droid off. "Yue's right, I'm never gonna get off this planet!"

"Is there anything I might do to help?" The droid asked ever so politely.

Katara sighed, grabbing a set of pliers to start cleaning up the T0 unit. "No, not unless you can alter time, speed up the harvest, or teleport me off this snowball."

"No, I'm only a droid," it answered almost sadly. "And I'm not very knowledgeable on such subjects. Not on this planet anyway. As a matter of fact, I'm not even sure which planet I'm on."

"Well, if there's a bright center to the universe, you're on the planet it's farthest from. Literally. You caught us during good weather, what with having the sun out right now." Katara squatted down in front of the smaller droid, trying to twist off the compliance module.

"I see, misstress."

Katara giggled, getting up to grab a different tool. "You can call me Katara."

"I see, Misstress Katara."

She full on laughed this time. "No, really, just Katara."

"Oh," the droid sounded a little put off. "I am H-4RU, human-cyborg relations. And this is my counterpart, T0-F0."

Katara grinned at the T0 unit. "Hello."

She swore the little green droid leered at her as it squawked in response.

"But we have been called Haru and Toph by our former master."

"Okay, thanks Haru." Katara scraped at particularly rough patch of metal along the dome of the T0 unit. "Toph, you've got an awful lot of carbon scoring. Looks like you two have seen a lot of action."

Toph let out a series of smug-sounding noises.

Haru pointedly ignored them, acting like he was sniffing primly. "With all we've been through, I'm amazed we're in such good condition as we are, what with the rebellion and all."

Katara jumped to her feet. "What? The rebellion against the Empire?"

Haru nodded. "There's not much to tell, I'm afraid."

Katara exhaled, blowing at a loop of hair. "Oh, okay then." She squatted back down, and she growled at a piece of metal or something jammed between Toph's head unit and body. "Well, my little friend—" an indignant squawk "—you've got something jammed in here real good. Were you on a Starcruiser or—"

A jolt of electricity shot through the screwdriver and up her arm, knocking Katara back on her rear. She heard static, and Toph projected the image of a man in a dark red cloak with gold edging. Katara swallowed back her own indignant squawk and crawled closer to him, trying to hear what his low voice kept repeating.

"Help me Pakku Apaka, you're my only hope."

"What is this?" Katara breathed as the transmission repeated itself. She heard the droids talking to one another, but she was mesmerized by the man as he splayed his hands open, begging for help. Her heart gave a funny lurch. It was hard to tell, but he looked incredibly handsome, with pale skin, high cheekbones, and dark, dark hair. Katara had never seen anyone like him before. "Oh my."

Haru's tinny voice brought her back to the present. "She says it's nothing, mistress. Just a malfunction. Old data; pay it no mind."

"Who is he?" Katara couldn't peel her eyes away. "He's just—wow."

"I'm afraid I'm not quite sure." Haru made that sniffing noise again. "I think he was a passenger on our last voyage, probably of some importance. Our cap—"

"Is there any more of this recording?"

Toph beeped and blipped rapidly. Haru whacked her lightly. "She says the message is for her master, a Pakku Apaka who is supposed to live around these parts. But really, our last master was Captain Fong—"

"Pakku Apaka?" Katara murmured to herself, ignoring Haru's prattling again in favor of watching the image of the man. "I wonder if he's the same as Old Man Pakk."

"I'm sorry, mistress?"

"Hmm, oh, I don't know of any Pakku, but Old Man Pakk lives out in the glaciers. He's kind of a strange old hermit, but apparently he was a renowned bender back in the day." She glanced at the projection again. "It sounds like he's in trouble."

Katara swore Toph was leering at her. She wasn't sure how a pint-sized droid with no humanoid features managed it, but the leer was definitely there.

"I better play back the whole recording." 

Toph let out a squeal. Haru translated. "She says it's the restraining bolt. It's short-circuited her recording drive."

"Well, I guess I can take that off." She gave the T0 unit a small grin, kneeling down to pop the bolt off. "It's not like you're gonna run away on me are you?"

Three hours later, Katara realized she shouldn't have tested the spirits so blatantly. Toph had disappeared, no where to be found.

"…Shit."

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Hi, wondering when you will next update? I love this so much. :)

Hiya, Hota here. First off:

Thank you for the love anon, ilu2. Threepio is me spazzing out over your love.

Second: Uh, as far as an update... I know I have a draft that needs to be revised. I'll do my best to get it up by the end of the weekend. :D

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"Some Rescue" — Hired

Katara braced her elbows on the scuffed table and met the man's narrow eyes, wary of giving anything away with her too-expressive face. She'd never really had cause to mask her true feelings before now, so she doubted she was doing a decent job of this. 

"So." Jet—his name was Jet, or at least that's what he went by—braced his elbows on the table in a mirror of her posture and worked a piece of straw between his carved lips. "I hear you need an escort." 

Katara folded her hands together, laced the fingers tight, and convinced herself not to leap up and run. Pakku would be ashamed of her, if she just fled like the little girl he'd accused her of being in that condemning voice of his. 

"What's the cargo?" Jet asked her, briskly, breaking her out of her sour thoughts. 

Katara shifted around, smoothed her face into her best impression of a blank slate. "Just me, a companion—and two droids. I'd appreciate it if you, ah, did your best to avoid any imperial...entanglements on the way there."

He continued to gnaw away on that piece of wheatgrass and kicked back in the booth, clasping his hands behind his head of scruffy hair. "That'll cost you extra." A pause to think, to calculate. In the ensuing silence, Katara studied his face and decided that he was handsome, in a rough sort of way. Her stomach jiggled up and down, briefly, before she quelled it.

Bounty hunters and conmen weren't her type, no matter how handsome they may be. 

"Ten thousand silver pieces."

"Ten thousand?" Katara blurted, her voice emerging on a shrill note. 

"Unless you want to pilot it." The way his voice lilted, the way his brow arched (he had stupid eyebrows) implied that he doubted she could steer so much as a cart. 

"I can pilot just fine, thanks! In fact, I'd be just fine on my own!"

"Oh, then I guess you won't be needing my services, sweetheart."

"Don't call me—"

A beam flashed by her head, grazed her ear. Katara went still as the stone pillars around them, before slowly creaking around to eye the man with a coin-sized hole in his collar bone.

The man in question reeled, coughed, and fainted dead away. 

Jet holstered his blaster and shot Katara disdainful look. "Fucker had his blaster drawn. You should be thanking me. Not gaping like a fish." 

Katara trembled all over and struggled not to faint herself. 

"What was that about being fine on your own, kid?"

Katara pursed her lips and bit back a vicious curse. "You're hired." 

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Closing In

When the walls started closing in on them, Jet was ready to shoot that stupid pout right off of the prince's face.  This was just fan-fucking-tastic.  Really, this day couldn't get any better.

"Are they?  I hadn't noticed!" Jet retorted.  He was so, so done with these idealistic idiots.  How the fuck had he ever let himself be talked into this?

The prince began to yell, "Don't just stand there!  Try to brace it with something."

Well, maybe his holiness wasn't completely useless; although this was all his damn fault anyway, and Jet had no intention of forgetting that.  Groping through the foul muck, he searched for whatever steel pipes or other pieces of metal he could find; but with each squelching footstep that seemed to suck his feet farther and farther down, he felt his anger and frustration grow.

The compactor rolled through the metal they jammed against it so efficiently, creaking and banging along with no problems whatsoever, and the filth just kept crawling higher and higher up his chest.  They were completely fucked.

And he didn't even have his stalk of grass to chew on anymore.  How the hell was he supposed to concentrate on an escape plan?

Glancing at Zuko from the corner of his eye, Jet seethed while he watched the prince huff and frantically throw whatever he could at the wall.  Oh yes, if they survived this, he was going to shoot that mouth right off.  Or something.  Something involving that mouth.  Dammit Jet, focus.  Now's not the time to be thinking about pouty, huffy princes with perfect mouths. 

That thought probably wasn't helping either.

Katara began to bang on her comlink, desperately trying to get in touch with t0f, as the walls slowly crept closer.  Furiously running through any possible means of escape, Jet looked back over at Zuko. 

Fuck.

The prince was being pulled down into the sludge, steam rolling off his body while the liquid around him began to boil.

“Get to the top!” he shouted down at the other man, who only glared back. 

“I can’t.  I would if I could, but I’m stuck!” Zuko huffed, flailing his arms around and accidentally setting some sort of gunk on fire.

Reaching down, Jet grasped the prince’s hand roughly, yanking him up as hard as possible.  Damn, he really was stuck.  Looking into the wide, gold eyes staring back at him, he felt something lurch deep inside of him and, setting his mouth into a firm line, he heaved with as much force as he could muster.

They were all getting out of this alive, dammit, if only so he could figure out what the hell that clenching feeling in his stomach was.

Finally, finally, the prince jerked free of the debris holding him down and barreled straight into Jet’s chest.  Quickly wrapping an arm around the other man’s waist, Jet secured the prince with him at the top of the pile.  When he felt the hot breath panting into his neck and slim hips pressing into his own, he couldn’t stop himself from flushing.

Oh. 

Well then.  They were definitely surviving this; anything else was just unacceptable.

By this point the walls were so close, they had to begin using their own bodies to brace against them.  With a tense smirk, he quipped, “One thing's for sure. We're all going to be a lot thinner!”

Somehow Zuko managed to huff out a laugh, grabbing onto Jet’s hand and groaning at the pressure ripping through his body.

When Katara was finally able to reach t0f and get them out of there, Jet didn’t think he had ever been more relieved in his life.

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"Some Rescue" — Stinking Mess

"Garbage chute. Really wonderful idea." Jet glared at Zuko. "What an incredible smell you've discovered!"

The prince just huffed and crossed his arms. Typical, stuck up royalty of some dumb system.

"Let's just get the hell out of here." Jet fumbled around for his blaster, picking it up delicately from the pile of shit it landed on. "Longshot, get away from there." 

Longshot turned away from the door and gave him a look I really don't think you should do that, boss. Katara and Zuko both started to yell something at him, but Jet wasn't going to listen to those idiots again. That's how he wound up in this mess in the first place. So he jutted his chin out at Longshot to say I do what I want.

Jet fired his blaster at the door.

The laser rebounded. Everyone ducked, smushing down into the reeking muck. Jet smelled something burning, so he opened his eyes to see a lick of flame crawling up the stem of the grass stalk clenched between his teeth.

"Fuck!" He spat it out. It sank into the bilge with a sizzle. Jet whipped around to scowl at the other two. "Dammit! You two are useless."

Zuko scoffed at him, but Katara just shouted at him. "If you had listened, I was telling you we already tried that. It's magnetically sealed, jackass!"

Jet sloshed forward, waving his blaster at her, but Zuko cut him off before he could retaliate properly.

"Put that thing away, you're gonna get us all killed!"

Jet managed to turn on his heel. Oh, hell no.

"Oh, absolutely, your worship," Jet sneered at the prince. "Look, I had everything under control until you led us down the fucking garbage chute. It's not gonna take them very long to figure out where we went. Spirits, don't you think things through?"

Zuko gave him the sourest of looks, pursing his lips and exhaling a trickle of steam from his nose. Jet let out a mental whoop of victory. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Longshot trying to tell him that now really wasn't the time to be flirting. Jet waved him off. He wasn't flirting, he was educating these never-left-their-fucking-systems-before, ass-backwards yokels.

"Well it could be worse," the prince replied primly.

The whole room shook, and something metal shrieked loudly. Jet and Zuko both looked to Katara. All three of them looked back at Longshot. His friend shrugged, saying something like don't look at me, I didn't do anything.

A metal crate rolled down one of the piles of junk, splashing all four of them with muck. Katara groaned, wiping whatever that was out of her ridiculous hair.

Jet glared at Zuko again.

"It's worse."

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Into the Chute

Summary: Prince Zuko's been busted out of his cell, but Jet and Katara never thought about how to get him off the station. Whoops.

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She was shit with a blaster. And that was all that really counted.

Longshot gave Jet his look that meant oh fuck, and Jet gave him one back that said yeah no shit, and Katara just glared.

“There isn’t any other way out,” She yelled, glaring at Jet, who continued to fire his blaster at the advancing troops. Jet tried not to roll his eyes at her, backed against a wall, and tried to hold them off. But there were so many of them, and his arms were getting tired. He told Katara this.

“I can’t hold them off forever!”

Zuko continued to huff about.

In the time he had known him, which wasn’t incredibly long thus far, Zuko had managed to do two things- huff, and pace. Oh, and complain. You aren’t tall enough. You aren’t quiet enough. You aren’t rescuing me well enough. It was really extremely  annoying, and Jet was starting to consider dumping him on Katara and just leaving; surely the girl would be okay with that, it wasn’t like she hadn’t been constantly ogling him ever since they busted him out of his cell.

“This is some rescue,” he complained, pacing back and forth. “When you came in here, didn’t you have a plan for getting out? Didn’t you think this through?”

Jet didn’t care for being scolded by a prince, no less a Fire System prince, so he kept his back to him and kept shooting, nodding his head to Katara. “She’s the brains, sweetheart.”

Jet nailed another stormtrooper in the head, and Zuko yelled. “Don’t call me that!”

Katara, like Jet, elected to ignore Zuko and turned to look her companion, who was steadily backing further down the narrow hallway. Shit, this was getting bad. Even Longshot seemed pretty worried about it. 

With a great, royal and obviously practiced huff, Zuko stormed up between them and grabbed Katara’s blaster. He shot at the grate and then turned around to look at the two of them like why the hell did no one think of that before, you idiots.

“What the hell are you doing?” Jet asked him, even though he knew exactly what the prince was doing- being a hothead. Typical of someone like him.

“Someone has to save our asses,” he snapped, and shoved Jet towards the chute. Jet nearly gave him a comment about how he didn’t care to be handled, but Zuko had already slipped through the grate. Jet looked at Longshot.

I think it’s our best option, he said with a look, and Jet slapped his forehead.

“Just get in there,” he said, pushing his friend toward the chute. “I don’t care what  you smell.” Longshot looked at him like I was already going to go in, I don’t know what you’re talking about, and Jet nudged him with his foot.

“Great guy, the prince,” Jet said to Katara, covering her as she clambered into the opening. “Either I’m going to kill him, or I’m starting to like him.”

“I’m so glad you’re coming around,” she deadpanned, ducking a blast and making a face.

“Get in there!”

She did, and Jet picked off one, two, three more troopers before finally getting in himself.

He just loved to see those fuckers drop.

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"Some Rescue" — Cut Short

Katara ran down the corridor, scanning each door for the right number. No. That wasn't the prince's room. Just a few more.

A figure swathed in a long white robe lay on a metal bench. His dark hair was loose and unkempt, spilling out messily along the edges of something wrapped around his head. He rolled over, revealing a bloodstained bandage covering the left side of his face. The one eye she could see pierced right through her.

Katara's heart jumped into her throat.

The prince (spirits, she hoped he was the prince) sat up slowly, rubbing the right side of his nose.

"Aren't you a little short for a storm trooper?" His voice rasped like he'd been yelling recently. It was soft and hard and turned her insides into mush all at once. Oh boy, she was in big trouble.

"Huh?"

He frowned. "And… girly?"

"Oh!" Katara pulled her helmet off, shaking out her hastily braided hair. "I'm Katara Icewalker, and I'm here to rescue you!"

"…you're who?"

"Katara. I'm here to get you out of... well, here," she repeated, raising an eyebrow. "You are Prince Zuko, right?"

His reply was lost as Jet yelled something down the hallway. Blasters zapped and a flash of red zipped past the doorway. Katara ignored her fluttering heart and grabbed his hand.

"Come on, let's go!"

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“But if she says, ‘I love you,’ and I say, ‘I know,’ it’s beautiful and it’s acceptable and it’s funny,” he pleaded. “The point is, I’m not worried about myself anymore; I’m worried about her.” Harrison Ford about the “I know” line in Episode V: The Empire Strikes Back.

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Hota should not be allowed to use photoshop ever again.

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