Fandom: Star Wars
Category: Gen. Luke Focus.
Time Frame: Pre-ANH.
Spoilers: General Star Wars Knowledge Only, and Barely So.
Summary: Sometimes, the risk is worth it.
Word Count: 325
Note: Written for the random prompt of “race.”
Luke was grounded.
Both figuratively and literally.
He wasn’t supposed to leave the house, and his T-16 was on lockdown.
But it’s not like he’d never snuck out before, and he certainly could bypass his uncle’s codes on the skyhopper, so he was tempted to just blow out of there in a blaze of glory. It’s not like anyone could stop him.
But his uncle didn’t know about that particular skill yet, and if Luke fired up the T-16, there was no way he wasn’t getting caught. So he dismissed the fantasy of sticking it to his parents and settled on what, to him, was a much more reasonable plan.
Because this way, he stood a chance of maybe not getting into more trouble.
Not a great chance, but a chance, and he’d take what he could get.
So he sent a message to Tank.
Twenty minutes later, he climbed quietly out his window and hiked to the rendezvous point. Tank was waiting as planned.
Luke climbed into Tank’s landspeeder and grinned.
“Right on time,” he said.
Tank nodded back. “You know it,” he answered. “But I’m surprised you took me up on the ride. Aren’t you going to get in trouble?”
“No more than usual,” Luke grumbled.
Then he grinned. “And only if we get caught.”
Tank shrugged. “Your funeral, buddy.”
Then he hit the accelerator and the landspeeder took off .
As it did, Luke looked behind him briefly, a worried look on his face. Because Tank was right. He was seriously in for it if he got caught on this one.
But it was too late to worry about that now, so he turned back around a moment later and his expression changed to one of anticipation and excitement.
Because while he couldn’t afford his own ride for an event like this yet, he’d spent months helping Biggs get ready.
And there was no way he was missing this pod race.