Secret Rebel base [GFFA]
Luke was absolutely exhausted. He'd been on the diplomatic corps approved PR run for the last few months, making speeches, shaking hands (and flippers, and other appendages) with more world leaders than he'd known existed, kissing more babies (and hatchlings, and tiny aliens with far too many limbs...) named Luke than he was entirely comfortable with.
And now, if he was honest, he wouldn't be able to tell you what planet he was currently on.
He flipped through his email and grinned when he saw the roster that Wedge had put together for the new Rogue Squadron. "Hello there, other Gavin," he said aloud.
Shh, he was tired. He was allowed to narrate out loud.
And now, if he was honest, he wouldn't be able to tell you what planet he was currently on.
He flipped through his email and grinned when he saw the roster that Wedge had put together for the new Rogue Squadron. "Hello there, other Gavin," he said aloud.
Shh, he was tired. He was allowed to narrate out loud.