As You Were
The sequels had - um - problems. But one of the things I really loved was seeing the people we'd first known as sexy young heroes turning into grizzled, careworn old warhorses still trying to fight the good fight. So I wanted to get some kleyshi in that.
For the theme: "somebody's got to tell people"
As You Were
Kleya had been sitting too long, and when she got up at the end of the meeting, her hip twinged unmercifully.
Leia noticed her wince. "You all right?"
"Oh, fine," Kleya sighed, steadying herself on the table and swinging her leg a couple of times to loosen the joint. "Just an old injury, letting me know it's there. You know, I take the meds and I do the exercises, but there's only so much doctors can do about time."
"Tell me about it," Leia said, swirling the tea in her mug. "It's my gut for me. You know, back in the Rebellion days, I always thought Mon had so many ulcers from stress, but now I think it's the caf we all guzzled."
Kleya covered her eyes. "Don't talk to me about the caf."
They laughed wearily.
"Don't mind us," Leia said to the ridiculously attractive young man who had come in during their conversation and was waiting respectfully inside the door. "Just two old ladies grousing about their aches and pains."
Poe Dameron shot them a dazzling smile. "I don't see any old ladies," he said. "Just two beautiful and capable women, taking a well-deserved break."
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