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Continuation of a series of Luke Skywalker avatars, starting with the flight to Cloud City and the first half of the duel. These are all 500x, feel free to use them as you see fit, whether as an icon or for your own personal safe keeping.

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Cloud City: Part Two & Finale

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“Luke,” Leia snaps, “how many days has it been since you’ve slept? Since you’ve had an actual meal that’s not just caf?” “I’m sorry,” is all that Luke is able to whisper is response

Leia slid onto the bench to sit opposite to her new friend and reached over the table, covering his hands with her own. His fingers curled around hers. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, echoing him, “I didn’t mean to snap. I guess we’re all tired.”

Luke lifted his head, taking his eyes away from the cup of caf on the table between them. He was pale; the tan of Tatooine, fading fast and his eyes were red rimmed and heavy with fatigue. Leia could smell the staleness of him, of his body and dirty flight suit. Like all the pilots, and they got fewer every day, Luke simply had not had the time to wash and change between the Imperial attacks on the fleet. They had been jumping system to system and still the Empire bore down on them within a few minutes.

Leia sighed, “Command is convinced we have a traitor in our midst. It’s the only explanation for them being able to pinpoint us so soon after each jump.”

Releasing a hand from her’s Luke rubbed at his neck, scratched at the tiny pin pricks speckling the skin there.

“How many stims shots have you had?” She asked with concern in her voice. She’d had five herself in the last few days.

Luke pulled his collar up, shrugged, “I lost count after eight,” he told her, reaching with a trembling hand for his cup of caf. “I couldn’t sleep right now, even if I wanted to.”

“You should eat something,” she motioned with her head toward the counter at the other other end of the mess.

Luke shook his head and his usually light locks of hair, now dark and sweat plastered around the base of neck, didn’t bounce as they had when they first met aboard the Death Star. “No appetite,” he told her. It was an after effect of the stim shots.

They still held one hand across the table. The fingers of Luke’s free hand was wrapped around a cup that he had yet to drink from. Leia glanced around them and saw other pilots, all sitting like Luke, hunched over and quiet. She locked eyes with Wedge Antilles and he nodded in acknowledgement before going back to study the plate of food in front of him; he had yet to lift his fork.

Squeezing Luke’s hand she said, “Luke, I...”

“All pilots. All pilots. Report to your ships. Hyperspace reversion in ten minutes.”

The mess suddenly erupted into movement and noise as the pilots rose and called to each other.

“Heads up, guys!”

“Let’s go!”

“Time for more pay back!”

Luke stood, hand pulling away from Leia’s leaving her feeling suddenly bereft. He grabbed his helmet from the bench beside him and she glanced up at him. His eyes were alive, shining with something she couldn’t name; excitement? Fear? Anticipation?

“Look alive, Red Five!” Wedge called as he jogged passed.

Luke smiled at Leia, nodded and turned to follow his wingman.

“Luke!” the Princess called and he glanced around at her while still walking away. “May the Force be with you!”

And he was gone.

ooOOoo

Initially I was going to go with a post Bespin scene, but this happened instead.

I’m still trying to work through all the Asks!

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