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.]