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Abeja Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 9/2/07 1:19am Subject: RE: Pieces of Air -- ESB-era short story, Luke, Leia & Han -- Updated 21 August
	KnightAragorn posted: ...flying a desk, the Rogues called it, a fate worse than death. That didn’t seem quite so funny now. That were some great sentences- how something that has been so familiar before, twists into something different with a diferent meaning. I enjoyed this part very much. You can write Luke very well- and it is a joy to read your story. Update soon! Abeja P.S: And I am sorry for not replying earlier. -----signature----- e-sister of Rosa-Belle "Give every day the chance to become the best day of your life." http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=27935778&brd=10476&replies=0 Shadow Bird "It's worse than that." - Hobbie Klivian
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Knight_Aragorn Registered: Jun '03	Date Posted: 9/3/07 3:01am Subject: RE: Pieces of Air -- ESB-era short story, Luke, Leia & Han -- Updated 21 August
	Still alive. Sorry about the delay in posts – DRL has been most uncooperative. But I’m here finally. dancing_star: Thank you! More very soon. snowspeeder_gunner: Glad you liked Nakari, although unfortunately she doesn’t have much of a role in this last section. Thanks for the feedback. Jade_eyes: Luke’s not having much fun at the moment, no. Thanks for reading! VaderLVR64: Thank you! Golden_Jedi: Glad you liked it! PonyTricks: As I’m sure Luke and Leia later do, let’s just pretend that never happened. Blue_Milkshake: Luke torture is fun, though. Thanks for reading. DarthIshtar: Thanks for stopping in, glad you enjoyed it. Tatooine_Ghost: Welcome, and will do. StarFighter5: Good thoughts… more on that very soon. Tahi: You’ve nailed what I’m going for with Luke here – that he’s going through a lot, and at the moment he’s finding it hard to express that. He kind of needs someone to point it out to him… Thank you very much for your feedback. Update soon. Angelmine_29: There’s more on the leg pain soon…. And you’re very welcome. Thanks for the reply. dianethx: Hope the vacation was a good one! I’m glad you’re enjoying the story. The conclusion will be posted very soon. JediKaren: Thank you! Great to hear. dancing_star: Well, considering you asked so nicely… Abeja: That’s no problem at all – I’m very grateful to have your reply, whenever it’s posted. Thanks so much for the feedback.
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Knight_Aragorn Registered: Jun '03	Date Posted: 9/3/07 3:29am Subject: RE: Pieces of Air -- ESB-era short story, Luke, Leia & Han -- Updated 21 August - Date Edited: 9/3/07 3:36am (1 edits total) Edited By: Knight_Aragorn
	Last post! Thanks to everyone for reading along the way. I hope you enjoy the conclusion. There was checkup scheduled for the next day. Luke didn’t go. He had paperwork to do, he thought, and chose to ignore the edge of bitterness in his own thoughts. Wedge was off with Rogue Squadron on a mission, escort duty for a supply run through potentially hostile territory. Luke sat in his office, imagining Wedge and the rest of the pilots out there in their X-wings, fingers dancing over the controls, the sureness of flight. He headed to the mess hall for a late meal in the evening. Nakari entered after he’d found a seat and made as though to join him at his table, but Han appeared out of nowhere to take the chair opposite Luke. “Sorry, sweetheart,” he said, with a smirk in Nakari’s direction, “seat’s taken.” Nakari shrugged, unconcerned, and went to sit with her squadron mates. “Han,” Luke said warily. “What are you doing?” “Sorry, kid,” Han said, sounding anything but. “If you were anyone else, I’d say go for it. I know you, though. It won’t work. You’ll just end up feeling worse.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Sure you don’t.” Han surveyed the mess hall, turned up his lip as he often did when faced with Rebels en masse, and stood. “Let’s take a walk.” “I’m eating.” “C’mon.” Han helpfully grabbed Luke’s arm, pulled him up, and led the way towards the west end of the hall, where a thick doors closed on an exterior exit. Han pulled a couple of thick cold-weather jackets from the storage compartment by the door, threw one in Luke’s general direction, and palmed open the heavy doors. Luke pulled on the jacket reluctantly. It was slightly large for him, the sleeves touching his knuckles, the gloves too bulky for his fingers. The air outside was frigid. Luke crossed his arms, blowing out sharply at the shock of the cold. “So,” he said. “So,” Han echoed. The stood in the protected lee of the entranceway, out of the powdery snow that piled up beyond the line of the roof. Luke hadn’t been outside since his recovery. The bitter cold brought back some unpleasant memories, more intense than he liked. Luke concentrated on keeping his breathing even, and sank down into a crouch. Han leaned against the duracrete wall, looking over the snow-covered plain spread before them. “Taken one of the snowspeeders for a spin yet?” he asked. “You know I’ve haven’t been cleared.” “That didn’t stop you from walking when you decided you were ready,” Han said. “That’s different.” “How?” Han was watching him. “Come on, spill. How is that different?” “It doesn’t matter.” “Oh. It’s different, but it doesn’t matter how.” Luke didn’t reply. Han crouched, poking at the powdery snow with his gloved finger. “There’s nothing wrong with being scared to go back up.” “That has nothing do with it.” “Really?” Han glanced at him and shrugged. “If I’d nearly been killed because my ship didn’t work like it was supposed to, I’d be thinking twice about going out again. Be stupid not to.” “I haven’t been cleared to fly. It has nothing to do with whether I’m afraid to.” “Why haven’t you been cleared?” Han rubbed his gloved fingers together. “Because my leg hurts.” “You seem to be walking on it okay. You’ve even lost that limp you had.” “What, am I lying?” Luke came to his feet angrily. “It still hurts.” “Yeah. Maybe you should be thinking about why it hurts.” Luke stared at Han, while Han crouched, still looking at something off in the snow and the ice. Luke turned away, closed his eyes. Against the darkness of his squeezed-shut eyelids, he saw the fire and smoke of the falling airspeeder that plagued his nightmares, the coldness and the helplessness, his ragged breathing, the silence from behind. “There’s nothing shameful in that, you know,” Han said. “I’m just saying.” Luke breathed, in and out, until he could trust his voice. He turned, pressing his gloved fingers to the hard duracrete wall. “I tried to use the Force,” he said. “I tried to use the Force to free myself so that I could get to Pag. It didn’t work. I couldn’t do it.” His hand became a fist, knuckles pressing against the wall until he could feel the cold roughness of the duracrete through the thick glove. “I couldn’t do anything. He died while I listened. I can’t get that out of my head.” “Yeah,” Han said. “I know.” There was a long silence, then Luke heard a rustle of fabric as Han stood. “That’s it, too. All I can say. I know.” “What am I supposed to do, Han?” “I don’t know. Just… don’t hide, okay? Don’t push people away. Keep… doing your thing, I guess.” Han’s hand fell on Luke’s shoulder, squeezed, then dropped away. “You could try talking to Leia. She’s pretty smart, you know.” He was thoughtfully silent for a moment, and then added, “Don’t tell her I said that.” Luke closed his eyes. “Maybe I will talk to her.” He turned. “Thanks.” Han shrugged and looked away. That meant the awkwardness factor was making him uncomfortable: Luke knew how to read the signs. “No charge.” Luke frowned. “Speaking of Leia, what was going on with the two of you?” Han looked suddenly embarrassed. “Nothing. Just… a misunderstanding.” “Oh?” “I… may have jumped to conclusions.” “Really? Doesn’t sound like you at all.” “Yeah, you’re a real funny guy.” Han scowled. Luke smiled and turned, looking at the desolate white of the snow field. His breath fogged before his face. It had begun to snow, flakes drifting lightly on the wind. Luke closed his eyes. “You coming in?” Han said behind him. “Yeah,” Luke said. “I’m coming in.” Luke went to the hangars the next day. There was only a skeleton staff on duty, techs and a few troops on watch, none of whom stopped him as he walked slowly through. He went to his X-wing, standing alone in the middle of the empty bay where Rogue flight decked. He ran his fingers over the fuselage of the fighter. He flown her so many times she was like an extension of his body. He’d come to trust her, as strange as it sounded. He trusted her not to let him down, to fly straight and true and give him her best. He missed flying, Luke realised. Missed it so much it hurt, even while the thought of being up in the air again made his stomach churn. Luke spread his hand against the cool metal of his X-wing’s hull, leaned his forehead forward, and breathed. He went to Leia’s office that night. It was late when he finally made it, but he was unsurprised to find her still there. She looked up at his tap on the metal of the doorway. Her eyes were shadowed in the soft light, making her appear weary. Her hair was tied back loosely. “Can I talk to you?” he asked. She looked surprised for a moment. “Of course,” she said. Luke stepped in. “Han suggested I come to you.” Leia set aside her datapad. “What’s wrong?” Luke paused. “Walk with me?” He indicated the corridor with a tilt of his head. She hesitated in turn. “All right.” She pulled on a jacket, and they stepped out into the shadowed corridor. They had the icy hallway more or less to themselves; most of the base had long since retired for the night. Walking more or less at random, they left the administration area, passing through the darkened living areas, towards the docking bays. Luke put his hands in the pockets of his jacket as they walked. Leia crossed her arms over her bulky coat. He began to talk, starting in the middle, telling her about the Force, how he’d tried to use it, how it had seemed to abandon him, how much that had shaken him. Leia watched him, her eyes on his face, listening without speaking. Somehow he found himself telling her about the guilt he felt over Pag’s death, the cold that never seemed to leave wherever he was, the doubts about his piloting ability that he’d barely even acknowledged to himself. He swallowed when the flow of words finally stopped, and rubbed his face with his hand. His eyes were burning, but dry. “You were powerless,” Leia said. They had ended up in a part of the base that was rarely used, even in the daytime; the air felt hushed and empty, as though they were alone on the planet. “Yes,” Luke said. It came out as a sigh. “Utterly.” “Pag was a willing recruit,” Leia said, after a while. “Maybe he would have chosen to die differently if he had the choice. Maybe not. The malfunction was caused by ice in the drives. You couldn’t stop it from happening. Maybe you could have landed differently, and maybe it would have killed you both. Maybe it would have killed you, and left Pag alive. Maybe you both would have lived. There’s no way to know. You did your best.” “It wasn’t enough. He still died.” “Maybe. It was still the best you could do, though.” Luke frowned at her, then sighed and sank down on a crate, looking at his boots. “Sometimes,” Leia said, “there is nothing you can do. Sometimes you’re powerless.” Luke looked up at her. “I don’t like that,” he said. She smiled, without humour. “No one does.” Luke said nothing. Leia drew a breath, leaning back against the opposite wall. “As for the Force,” she said, “you were injured, badly. It’s no wonder your ability to handle the Force failed. That doesn’t mean that it will fail next time.” She frowned at him. “I don’t know that much about the Force, but it sounds like a matter of faith. Faith isn’t about believing the best only when the best happens. You have to find a way to work around the disappointments, too. You have to believe in the Force, and in yourself.” Luke frowned, then sighed. “I don’t know that much about the Force either,” he admitted. “Maybe you’re right.” Leia looked at him in silence for a while, as Luke stared at his boots. Then she pushed off the wall, crossing to put a hand on his. “I know you’ll recover from this in time, Luke. You’re strong, and your faith is stronger. I admire that about you, you know. A lot of people do.” To hear that from Leia, Leia who was forced to stand and watch while her home was blown to nothing, was something else. Luke shook his head. “It doesn’t feel that way. It… really doesn’t.” “No,” she said sadly. “It probably doesn’t, right now.” Luke looked at her, and forced a smile. “How’d you get so wise, anyway?” Leia didn’t return the smile. “The hard way.” Luke hated seeing that pain in her eyes, though it was often there. He stood and hugged her. She put her arms around him. He didn’t think she was a person who hugged easily most of the time – she was more like Han than either of them realised, in that respect – but she held Luke tightly now, and let him hold her. For a while it didn’t matter who they were, princess or fighter pilot, Jedi or leader. There was pain and loss and hope and faith, and there was the two of them, and the endless silent halls of ice. That was enough. Luke found for the first time since the crash, he didn’t feel cold. Luke took a snowspeeder up a few days later. It felt strange to be running through the pre-flight checks again. He hadn’t been out of a cockpit for such an extended period since he was twelve or thirteen. It was like… being forced by injury not to use a particular limb, Luke decided, and then learning all over again how naturally the use of that limb came to every day life. There were a few extra buttons for the heaters that had been installed in the drive units and cockpit controls. A tech leaning over the edge of the cockpit explained their use in the flight sequence, then leapt back down easily. “Good luck, Commander,” she called, essaying a lazy salute in the style of some of the Mid-Rim worlds. “You’ll find she flies a lot more smoothly.” Luke gave her a nod, and muttered, “I certainly hope so.” He lowered the viewscreen and adjusted the position of his helmet. “You’re clear to go, Commander Skywalker,” reported a voice through the speaker on his helmet. “Copy that, Flight.” Luke ran the flight sequence, drew a breath, closed his eyes and opened them. All systems were in the green. He lifted off. He didn’t breathe easily again until he had reached optimum bearing, cruising high above the whites and greys of the ground below. The snow looked deceptively beautiful from such a height, glittering in the light of the sun. Luke watched for a while, and felt something ease. “Clear skies, Pag,” he whispered. “Clear skies.” Flying felt as natural as it had the first time he’d climbed behind the controls of a Skyhopper as a boy back on Tatooine. As natural and free as breathing, or even more natural than that. Luke took his ship lower to the ground, skimming over hills of ice, dialling back the inertial dampeners so that he could feel the speed, the twists and the turns, the smoothness of the ship’s responses. He drew a breath. “Here goes,” he murmured to no one. Consciously relaxing, Luke reached for the Force as he hadn’t since the day of the crash. It was there as soon as he opened himself, as though waiting for him: it felt clean and sparkling, as beautiful as the ice and snow skimming past below, with none of the latent harshness or cold. Luke laughed in relief and pulled the speeder up into a joyful swing. He wasn’t completely healed, maybe, but he was on his way, and now he felt he’d actually get there. In time, it would be right again. At one with the sky and his ship and the Force, Luke Skywalker felt whole. Han was waiting when he docked, standing watch as Luke swung down and pulled off his helmet. “How’s the leg?” he asked. Luke ran a hand through helmet-flattened hair. “The leg is fine,” he said. Han grinned, and surprised Luke by grasping his hand and pulling him into a rough one-armed hug. “That’s good to hear.” He released Luke, stepping back. “How about some lunch?” “Sounds good to me.” “Might even run into that pretty girlfriend of yours, huh?” “I told you she’s a colleague, Han…” Luke followed, still clad in his flight gear, as Han headed toward the mess hall. -end-
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Jade_eyes Registered: Aug '04	Date Posted: 9/3/07 4:15am Subject: RE: Pieces of Air -- ESB-era short story, Luke, Leia & Han -- Complete 3 September
	I liked that very much. The honesty and caring that Han and Leia showed in their unique ways. Loved this glimpse into Luke's healing journey. Your Luke is always "real." Sorry to see this end... as I always am to see anything of yours come to a close. Hope the bunny bites again soon. -----signature----- E-sib to Mira_Jade, whose yummies inspire & gooify !! We Squee! in tandem Our Nyota/Spock love knows no bounds--we have superb taste in soulmates Have a bucket Cheesecake Squggles!
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Golden_Jedi Registered: Jun '05	Date Posted: 9/3/07 5:21am Subject: RE: Pieces of Air -- ESB-era short story, Luke, Leia & Han -- Complete 3 September
	That was absolutely beautiful. All the characters were perfect and I can't say much more than that. Bravo! -----signature----- New Bespin Café - come visit THE place for H/L fans http://boards.theforce.net/fan_fiction_resource/b10304/29538471 Diving (a H/L intertrilogy AU) http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/27836852
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Blue_Milkshake Registered: Nov '05	Date Posted: 9/3/07 5:29am Subject: RE: Pieces of Air -- ESB-era short story, Luke, Leia & Han -- Complete 3 September
	Huzzah! Wonderful! Fabulous! Luke frowned at her, then sighed and sank down on a crate, looking at his boots. “Sometimes,” Leia said, “there is nothing you can do. Sometimes you’re powerless.” Luke looked up at her. “I don’t like that,” he said. She smiled, without humour. “No one does.” Leia is wise. (And so is our author...) And I really like the "walking off into the sunset" type ending. -----signature----- Not all chemicals are bad. Without chemicals such as hydrogen and oxygen, for example, there would be no way to make water, a vital ingredient in beer. --Dave Barry
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dancing_star Registered: Feb '07	Date Posted: 9/3/07 6:03am Subject: RE: Pieces of Air -- ESB-era short story, Luke, Leia & Han -- Complete 3 September
	This was absolutely georgous! You nailed all the characters. I don't want it to be over! So very well done. Thanks so much for sharing this. Congratulations on a truly brilliant and beautiful story! It was so... real. -----signature----- God bless America and our troops. "The LORD gives strength to his people. The LORD blesses his people with peace." Ps 29:11 ~~~ "Darkest Hours, Brightest Hope" (fic below) http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/29811085/p1/
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Abeja Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 9/3/07 6:24am Subject: RE: Pieces of Air -- ESB-era short story, Luke, Leia & Han -- Complete 3 September
	He didn’t breathe easily again until he had reached optimum bearing, cruising high above the whites and greys of the ground below. The snow looked deceptively beautiful from such a height, glittering in the light of the sun. Luke watched for a while, and felt something ease. “Clear skies, Pag,” he whispered. “Clear skies.” I liked your ending. It was great-written-as always- and no matter how hard it might be, Luke will obviously be okay now, thanks to such good friends like Leia and Han. Wonderful story with a fitting ending! -----signature----- e-sister of Rosa-Belle "Give every day the chance to become the best day of your life." http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=27935778&brd=10476&replies=0 Shadow Bird "It's worse than that." - Hobbie Klivian
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VaderLVR64 Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 9/3/07 6:47am Subject: RE: Pieces of Air -- ESB-era short story, Luke, Leia & Han -- Complete 3 September
	What a perfect story! Sad, but compelling and REAL! Lovely work, as always! Luke said nothing. Leia drew a breath, leaning back against the opposite wall. “As for the Force,” she said, “you were injured, badly. It’s no wonder your ability to handle the Force failed. That doesn’t mean that it will fail next time.” She frowned at him. “I don’t know that much about the Force, but it sounds like a matter of faith. Faith isn’t about believing the best only when the best happens. You have to find a way to work around the disappointments, too. You have to believe in the Force, and in yourself.” Luke frowned, then sighed. “I don’t know that much about the Force either,” he admitted. “Maybe you’re right.” Leia looked at him in silence for a while, as Luke stared at his boots. Then she pushed off the wall, crossing to put a hand on his. “I know you’ll recover from this in time, Luke. You’re strong, and your faith is stronger. I admire that about you, you know. A lot of people do.” To hear that from Leia, Leia who was forced to stand and watch while her home was blown to nothing, was something else. Luke shook his head. “It doesn’t feel that way. It… really doesn’t.” “No,” she said sadly. “It probably doesn’t, right now.” Luke looked at her, and forced a smile. “How’d you get so wise, anyway?” Leia didn’t return the smile. “The hard way.” Luke hated seeing that pain in her eyes, though it was often there. He stood and hugged her. She put her arms around him. He didn’t think she was a person who hugged easily most of the time – she was more like Han than either of them realised, in that respect – but she held Luke tightly now, and let him hold her. For a while it didn’t matter who they were, princess or fighter pilot, Jedi or leader. There was pain and loss and hope and faith, and there was the two of them, and the endless silent halls of ice. That was enough. Luke found for the first time since the crash, he didn’t feel cold. -----signature----- R.I.P John, Alex, Jason, and Christian Never forgotten Soldiers' Angels http://soldiersangels.org/ 2114 soldiers waiting for someone to care
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Bri_Windstar Registered: May '02	Date Posted: 9/3/07 8:01am Subject: RE: Pieces of Air -- ESB-era short story, Luke, Leia & Han -- Complete 3 September - Date Edited: 9/3/07 8:02am (1 edits total) Edited By: Bri_Windstar
	This is one of my favorite OT pieces, I think. I haven't found one I've responded to like that in a while now. When Luke hit his darkest spots, it was easy to see the fear and the frustration, and very easy to relate to. It's an excellent emotional and psychological set-up for his state in ESB. Everything has a gritty quality to it- Luke, Hoth, the base itself, the other Rebels- that physical grittiness translates into the grittiness of the story, if that makes any sense. It feels real. More so than that, though, I just really enjoyed the interactions of Luke, Han, and Leia, whether one on one, or all three of them. The time when they sat next to him against the wall, Han's taking him outstide and making him confront his demons, his talk and hug with Leia. I could go on. It's just something I.... I don't know. I miss it. They'll always be my three favorites, and the current LotF books are just so, well, that's another tangent. This was just really, really nice to read. Thank you. -----signature----- Mediocrity- it takes a lot less time and most people won't notice the difference before it's too late. * OMG! SO RIDICULOUSLY AND AGGRAVATINGLY PERFECT!- Gabri * 11010110101000101011
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snowspeeder_gunner Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 9/3/07 8:39am Subject: RE: Pieces of Air -- ESB-era short story, Luke, Leia & Han -- Complete 3 September
	Such a good ending! I am glad that Luke finally got help from his friends instead of just trying to deal with it alone. “As for the Force,” she said, “you were injured, badly. It’s no wonder your ability to handle the Force failed. That doesn’t mean that it will fail next time.” She frowned at him. “I don’t know that much about the Force, but it sounds like a matter of faith. Faith isn’t about believing the best only when the best happens. You have to find a way to work around the disappointments, too. You have to believe in the Force, and in yourself.” Luke is lucky to have such a good sister! Great story, and awesome job on Luke- he was a very beliviable character. -----signature----- haha! it's like the stars are my icon!
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dm1 Registered: Jun '04	Date Posted: 9/3/07 8:58am Subject: RE: Pieces of Air -- ESB-era short story, Luke, Leia & Han -- Complete 3 September
	Well done! Han really is a great friend, I liked how he told Luke to talk to Leia. She's felt powerless, too, and would really understand. Leia is smart, through harsh experience; don't tell her Han said so! "Clear skies, Pag." That really got me, when Luke was finally able to release his guilt. -----signature----- Internet Mom to HSG! Hey, HSG, watch those explosives, be careful!!
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RebelMom Title: TFF Secretary Registered: Apr '00	Date Posted: 9/3/07 9:55am Subject: RE: Pieces of Air -- ESB-era short story, Luke, Leia & Han -- Complete 3 September
	Excelllent job getting into Luke's head. You really showed the friendship of all these people thrown together in a tough job. -----signature----- Short Story: Pressure Point http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/26961243/p1/?7 Jacen Solo and Anakin Skywalker - as it should have been. TFF: Cheryl
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StarFighter5 Registered: Jul '03	Date Posted: 9/3/07 9:57pm Subject: RE: Pieces of Air -- ESB-era short story, Luke, Leia & Han -- Complete 3 September
	The ending gives the reader the feeling that Luke has come to terms with the fact that sometimes you can't do anything to prevent a tragedy. Survivors guilt is something that can be lived through. I really enjoyed this fic. -----signature----- "I hope I slept with you to get the job. if not, then who the hell was that guy?" - Carrie Fisher "Now that I'm a pez and a lego, I shall want for nothing else." -Jeremy Bulloch "Thank you for going to the movies. Especially mine." - George Lucas
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dianethx Registered: Mar '02	Date Posted: 9/6/07 9:08am Subject: RE: Pieces of Air -- ESB-era short story, Luke, Leia & Han -- Complete 3 September
	I loved the interplay between Han and Luke and Luke and Leia. They really needed each other. I'm so glad he was able to talk to Leia and get all those doubts out. They were crippling him more than the actual injuries. Loved this. Luke looked at her, and forced a smile. “How’d you get so wise, anyway?” Leia didn’t return the smile. “The hard way.” Luke hated seeing that pain in her eyes, though it was often there. He stood and hugged her. She put her arms around him. He didn’t think she was a person who hugged easily most of the time – she was more like Han than either of them realised, in that respect – but she held Luke tightly now, and let him hold her. For a while it didn’t matter who they were, princess or fighter pilot, Jedi or leader. There was pain and loss and hope and faith, and there was the two of them, and the endless silent halls of ice. That was enough. Luke found for the first time since the crash, he didn’t feel cold. Great job. -----signature----- Betrayal - http://boards.theforce.net/s/b1/10935143 updated 11/2/09 jedidas3's Master Merlin - Diplomatic Immunity - http://boards.theforce.net/nswff/b10808/30459852
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