Day 5: Fic: Star Wars Original Trilogy, Wedge Antilles & Luke Skywalker
Fandom: Star Wars Original Trilogy
Title: Baby, It's Cold Outside
Author:
drabblewriter
Rating: G
Words: 246
Prompt: cold outside
Disclaimer: Star Wars isn't mine. Everything belongs to George Lucas/Lucasfilm/Disney/etc.
Summary: Luke is in for a shock when he and Wedge first arrive on Hoth.
Everything on Hoth is so dazzlingly, blindingly white, Wedge is honestly surprised he and Luke manage to find the hanger entrance and get their X-wings inside without incident on the first try. His eyes are still adjusting to what seems like a vastly reduced amount of light inside the building as he pushes the release for his canopy and hears from across the room, “Sithspit, it's freezing in here!"
Wedge laughs as he jumps to the ground, though he's already entertaining fond memories of the climate-controlled bubble of his canopy himself. “We did know it was an ice planet,” he reminds his wingmate as Luke approaches.
The other man is shivering, his arms clamped tight around himself. “Yeah, but I didn't think it would be this cold!” Trundling along behind him, R2-D2 beeps lowly in agreement.
Wedge shakes his head fondly. “Poor desert boy. How will you ever survive here?”
Luke makes a pouty face that only gets him another chuckle.
“Hey, if we don't like it, at least we know the Empire isn't exactly clamoring for this real estate.” Wedge claps Luke on the shoulder as he leads the way deeper into the base. “Besides, maybe we'll get used to it?”
“I doubt it,” Luke grouses. “But at least they did promise to issue heavy cold-weather gear. We should get on that."
“Plus there's always sharing body heat,” Wedge adds with a twinkle in his eye, just to see the way Luke sputters in response.
Title: Baby, It's Cold Outside
Author:
drabblewriter
Rating: G
Words: 246
Prompt: cold outside
Disclaimer: Star Wars isn't mine. Everything belongs to George Lucas/Lucasfilm/Disney/etc.
Summary: Luke is in for a shock when he and Wedge first arrive on Hoth.
Everything on Hoth is so dazzlingly, blindingly white, Wedge is honestly surprised he and Luke manage to find the hanger entrance and get their X-wings inside without incident on the first try. His eyes are still adjusting to what seems like a vastly reduced amount of light inside the building as he pushes the release for his canopy and hears from across the room, “Sithspit, it's freezing in here!"
Wedge laughs as he jumps to the ground, though he's already entertaining fond memories of the climate-controlled bubble of his canopy himself. “We did know it was an ice planet,” he reminds his wingmate as Luke approaches.
The other man is shivering, his arms clamped tight around himself. “Yeah, but I didn't think it would be this cold!” Trundling along behind him, R2-D2 beeps lowly in agreement.
Wedge shakes his head fondly. “Poor desert boy. How will you ever survive here?”
Luke makes a pouty face that only gets him another chuckle.
“Hey, if we don't like it, at least we know the Empire isn't exactly clamoring for this real estate.” Wedge claps Luke on the shoulder as he leads the way deeper into the base. “Besides, maybe we'll get used to it?”
“I doubt it,” Luke grouses. “But at least they did promise to issue heavy cold-weather gear. We should get on that."
“Plus there's always sharing body heat,” Wedge adds with a twinkle in his eye, just to see the way Luke sputters in response.