tatooine_doofus: (Luke: *whines*)
"Artoo, I swear that if you play Luke Skywalker and the Dragon of Tatooine one more time, I will lock you in a room with Threepio and tell him that you want to hear his list of six million forms of communication," Luke snapped, looking up from his computer.

Artoo let out a low whistle.

"No, you can't sell copies to my friends, either," Luke replied.

Which reminded him...

To: [usual suspects]
From: farmboy@holonet.com
RE: About that retirement thing...

About a month back, I resigned my commission from the Rogues, figuring I could do more good restoring the Jedi if my time wasn't being taken up being a snubjockey for one the most annoying squadrons in the galaxy (I say with love, Jaina and Gavin. Not so much love if you've hacked into my communications, Janson...). Turns out that I wasn't exactly resigning from the military as I'd planned.

They promoted me. I'm now General Skywalker, in charge of the New Republic (we have a new name! How spiffy are we?) Rapid Response Task Force.

AND ALL OF THE OTHER GENERALS THINK I KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT BECAUSE I'M A JEDI AND I SOOOOOO DON'T.

So. How are you all?

--Luke

PS: If Artoo tries to get you to buy one of several (sigh) movies that have been made about me, DON'T DO IT.
tatooine_doofus: (Luke: very serious)
Luke finally had a chance to catch his breath -- evacuating bases was always a little busy -- and spun around in his office chair (the door was closed so the rest of the Rogues couldn't see him acting like a kid) before firing up his datapad for the first time in a couple of days.

He typed out a quick message.

Written transmission, yay! )

Five minutes after his email conversation with Jo began, another email went out:

To: The usual suspects
From: Luke Skywalker <farmboy@holonet.com>
Subject: GROUNDED

I HAVE A KID AT THE SCHOOL NOW AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME? GROUNDED. ALL OF YOU.

[ooc: If you think you got them, you did!]
tatooine_doofus: (Luke: being sullen)
Luke was putting the last of his belongings into bags and boxes and trying not to be too upset about leaving Fandom forever tomorrow morning.

Outside his alcove, Artoo was selling copies of Fandom's Greatest Humiliations over the last two years for what he felt was a very reasonable price.

Whenever the melancholy threatened to overwhelm Luke, he'd look over at the little droid who'd begin to whistle "Doe, a Deer."

Artoo wasn't big on feeling sorry for yourself.

[OOC: Luke's farewell post! Come say goodbye :(]
tatooine_doofus: (iharthdarth fonk)
After being woken up by Amy at entirely too early in the morning, Luke had fled to his room retreated to his room to study and change.

This was going to be a loooong weekend.

It was about to get longer. )
tatooine_doofus: (Luke: weetiny thinking)
"And AND AND I flew off of a horse! And off of a table! And my bed! And we tried to get on the shuttle to give cookies to Yoda but this lady stopped us and now Yoda will be green forever! Oh! AND Gavin called me a girl."

Luke had been babbling into his comlink for ten straight minutes.

There was a long pause from the other end. "Okay, who is this really?" Leia asked.

"'s Luke," Luke replied. "Still."

There was another pause, then a prolonged laughing fit. "Is Artoo taking holos?" she asked.

"Yes," Luke said, "and now I have to go. I'm gonna call Daddy and Daddy's fancy in Connect-the-cat."

Leia was still laughing when Luke ended the call and called Anakin.
tatooine_doofus: (Luke: fixing things)
After an interesting conversation with his father early in the morning, Luke had gone for a long run.

And then an even longer session alone with the punching bag.

And then he'd tried some meditation.

Now? He'd spread parts to a small droid out all over the floor, back carefully turned away from the half of the room that was supposed to have a Z in it, and fiddled around with electronics.

Loud Corellian rock was blaring from his stereo and out through the open door.

If you asked him? He was fine.
tatooine_doofus: (Luke: emo lukey)
It had been a long, long, long few days.

After getting Anakin back home--he'd absolutely refused to stay near "that cot or that damn Jedi one second longer"--Luke finally returned to his room, closed the door softly, then turned out all the lights, curled up in a tight little ball on his bed and burst into tears.

[OOC: Mostly establishy, and eventually a link drop.]

Bell, Book and Candle - Eddi Reader
tatooine_doofus: (Luke: arms)
Luke was lounging awesomely on his bed--still shirtless--with the door open as he named all of the girls in the pictures on the wall.

With the exception of Dawn, he had all of their names wrong.
tatooine_doofus: (Luke: summertime)
Manly, the World's Most Awesome Stud (did you wake up with two hot chicks yesterday? Did you? No. He didn't think you had.), strutted down the hallway shirtless.

Not because he couldn't find his shirt, mind (although he couldn't), but because you should be so lucky to see his awesome body. Because it was awesome.

Pay no attention to the part where the jeans he was in seemed to be meant for someone almost a foot taller than he was. Manly certainly had.

[locked to someone in particular, then open, open, open.]
tatooine_doofus: (Luke: bright eyes)
Luke had decided that since he'd been in his room for a year, it was time to finally put up evidence that he lived there. Since he didn't have stuff, that took the form of photographs and holos of friends: he, Han and Leia right after the first Death Star, he and Wedge drunk later that same night, he, Rikku and Dawn looking giggly and high on sugar, he and Jaina, he and Rory, he and Tori...he and Z.

There weren't any photographs of him and his father (those were stuffed into a drawer at the moment) and he kept taking down Artoo's offering of a holo of him and Gavin believing they were Siegfried and Roy.

Corellian rock music was playing and the door was open. If he was caught staring off into space, well, he might've been reliving parts of last week's date with Jo.

[OOC: Open like a thing that is not closed.]
tatooine_doofus: (Luke: I get it now!)
After spending some time removing onion dip from Artoo’s internal systems—Force know how that had gotten there—Luke finally reached for his comlink and made a long-delayed transmission.

Leia answered immediately, and Luke chattered happily on about his workshops—and Tori— and some of the new students he’d met, including Bigg’s cousin—and Tori—and why getting bit by a gremlin had been a terrible mistake.

Leia laughed for a solid minute once Luke explained who Siegfried and Roy were. “It sounds like you’re settling right back in,” she said.

Luke nodded, then took a deep breath. “There’s something I need to tell you,” he said quietly. “I shouldn’t have taken this long to do it.”

“What happened to the shuttle?” Leia asked immediately, eyebrows flying up.

“Nothing,” Luke said, “but when I came back to Fandom, I wasn’t alone.”

Then he told her who’d been with him.

Leia’s momentary silence was the dangerous calm of the Tatooine desert before a wind storm kicked up.

He’s WHAT?! You WHAT?! You waited how long to tell me?!” she exploded, her voice loud enough to be heard down the hallway.

Artoo moaned and rolled into Luke’s closet.

Luke chewed on his lower lip. “I was wrong,” he said quietly.

“’Wrong’ doesn’t come close to describing this, Luke Skywalker,” Leia spat, her image going in and out of his view as she paced. “He stood there on the Death Star and did nothing as Ald…he put Han into…He’s alive?!

Her eyes finally focused on Luke’s and the anger in them made him flinch backwards. “I’m coming to see him,” she said, every inch the icy royal. “I’ll be there on Friday. We’ll talk about this more when I arrive.”

Her image shut off abruptly and Luke let out a deep sigh.

“I have a bad feeling about this,” he muttered.

From the closet, Artoo wibbled his agreement.

[OOC: Leia was loud, ya'll. Feel free to knock on the door.]
tatooine_doofus: (Luke: toy ships)
The door to his room was open and Luke was lying on his stomach typing out a quick transmission to Leia. He wasn't exactly sure what planet they had ended up on after fleeing Yavin, but he was sure the message would get to her somehow.

Besides, she'd told him to keep in touch and he'd never break a promise to her.

Coded transmission to Leia )

He hit send on the transmission, then rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. Was he supposed to be going to Caritas tonight?

[OOC: Open!]

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