Trapped
Am-Chau Yarkona
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me and I make
no profit from using them.
My first reply to the challenges I'm starting to set on the Luke_And_Han list:
this week (2nd September 2003), a five minute fic starting "This
doesn't--"
"This doesn't look good, Luke," Han said, peering at the instruments. "They've got us surrounded."
Luke knew that. He'd made a stupid tactical error.
"Shut up," he said, in a rare attack of bad temper. "Let me think."
"Hey, grouchy," Han said, but then he shut his mouth. Luke thinking usually ended in either dramatic triumph or complete disaster. Lacking a better option, he'd take the gamble.
Leaning forward, Luke flipped the switch that would turn control of the ship over to the co-pilot's seat. Han allowed it, still gambling.
Luke frowned, appeared to come to a decision… and moved.
Red rolled across the screen—they were firing—the ship was moving—the screen was shattering—it was cold…
Han passed out, a curse for Lady Luck still on his lips.