Girl!Luke WIP
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valarltdWe often talk about the Girly!Luke convention. Well, what if he had been born XX?
The crowds lined the streets of the Grand Boulevard of Alderaan, jostling and genial. Han had been shifted to the front of the crowd somehow, and was barely behind the flimsy scarlet cordon. He shuffled boredly, wanting only for this to be over so he could continue on his way to the archives, and find Luke or Chewie.
The parade rolled slowly by. A couple of bands, a few marching units, and a cheer went up. Han realized his plans had changed.
Seated atop a snow white Bantha, the largest he had ever seen, was Chewbacca. He rode tall and proud, his gleaming pelt set off by the gleaming weaponry and snowy hat he wore.
Behind him was a small howdah, looking remarkably like a cage of gems, in which rode two women. The loud-speaker on Han's block announced, "The Princesses Leia and Lucia Organa, Night and Day of our world!" A resounding song went up from a thousand throats as the women waved from their jeweled enclosure.
Han craned for a better look. Leia was all in white, her long dark hair arranged in curls and braids. Lucia was fairer, her black gown setting off the light blonde hair that was piled high on her head. He staggered as if hit by a stunner. In this reality, Luke had been born female.
A set of blue rings aimed at the bantha and its riders caught his attention. Reflexively, he dropped and drew, taking down the stun-gunner without harming any other merry-maker. One of the rings hit the bantha, and it staggered. Chewbacca leaped nimbly off its back, and Han was at his side before the spectators could think to shut their mouths.
Together they managed to get the Princesses out of the howdah before the bantha collapsed completely, to lie snoring on its side. The squadron of palace guards came to a halt, and the parade dispersed down side streets.
"Captain, we are returning to the palace on foot. Father will hear of both your incompetence in preventing this attack, and the courage of Chewbacca and this stranger in coming to our aid."
Han hid a smile. Leia hadn't changed a bit in this reality. Little spitfire was as ready to take on the foot-taller soldier as she had been the Empire. Luke, Lucia, he reminded himself, hung back quietly taking it all in.
"Han Solo, captain of the Millennium Falcon, at your service, your Highnesses." He bowed to them.
"Follow us please, Captain. Chewbacca, please precede us."
"Yes, Your Highnesses." Han was astounded to hear Basic come from Chewbacca. Very accented, true, but undeniably Basic. Wookiee vocal structure was not made to speak the language. Very few ever acquired it, and only with great effort and pain.
He followed the women to the Palace almost a klom away. They walked as if making an entrance into a grand ball, never flagging, never even slumping. Han was feeling the stone of the formal walkways through his boots by the time they arrived at the great hall. The princesses swept into the great hall, seemingly oblivious to the vaults and delicate entwined columns. They curtseyed deeply before the man on the throne at the end of the hall.
"Daughters, I am pleased to see you both safe and well." Bail Organa's stiff formality surprised Han, given the way Leia had always spoken of him.
"Thanks only to the timely action of Chewbacca and this man, Captain Solo," Lucia said, her tone as formal as her father's.
Organa motioned the servants and guards to leave and the doors of the hall shut behind them. Once they were alone, he took the stairs at a leap and swept the girls into his arms. Han saw that his hands were shaking.
"My dears, I thought I'd lost you." He held them a moment more and then released them to offer his hand to Han. "Captain, I am eternally in your debt. My jewels are all I have left of their mother.”
“Father,” both girls began at the same time, and together they pulled him aside. “We would like to reward him, if you agree.”
“Of course, my dears. It is only right you do so. Offer after dinner tonight.” They turned back to the spacer.
“Captain Solo, we would welcome your company for as long as you wish to stay,” Bail Organa radiated his joy at having his daughters safe. “However, if you choose indefinitely, we shall have to put you to work as a bodyguard for my girls. Now, if you’ll go with Chewbacca, he’ll show you to our guest suites.”
Chewbacca bowed to the royals, and beckoned Han to follow. He led Han through miles of corridor. “Here is your room,” he said in Basic.
“Come in and talk to me a minute,” Han said. “I understand Wookiee, even if I don’t speak it.”
Chewbacca sat down on the big bed, the only piece large enough for his bulk. *I must return to the princesses soon.*
“I know. Do you know who I am?”
*You’re a dead man returned to life. I was captured by Imperial slavers. A brave human tried to rescue me and some other Wookiee slaves. He died in the attempt. You are he. How is this possible?*
“I’m from a different universe.”
*There are many in the multiverse, yes?*
“Many. In mine, I saved you, you swore a life-debt and we’ve been together ever since.”
*So why are you here?*
“I had a lover named Luke Skywalker. He died fighting the Empire. He made it possible for the Rebellion to triumph, but I lost him. I’m trying to find a universe where I died and he didn’t.”
*I do not know the name. So you sail across the Ocean of Space, entering other universes searching for this man? Where is he likely to be in this one?*
“That’s just it. Here, he’s not a man. He’s the Princess Lucia. A simple chromosome addition, and my beautiful boy is a beautiful girl.”
*Do you like girls, cub?*
“Sure. But I love Luke, regardless of his shape.”
*Say nothing to the Princess about this for now. I will tell her when the time is right. She is not the heir, but her father will still not approve of a common spacer for a permanent match."
The crowds lined the streets of the Grand Boulevard of Alderaan, jostling and genial. Han had been shifted to the front of the crowd somehow, and was barely behind the flimsy scarlet cordon. He shuffled boredly, wanting only for this to be over so he could continue on his way to the archives, and find Luke or Chewie.
The parade rolled slowly by. A couple of bands, a few marching units, and a cheer went up. Han realized his plans had changed.
Seated atop a snow white Bantha, the largest he had ever seen, was Chewbacca. He rode tall and proud, his gleaming pelt set off by the gleaming weaponry and snowy hat he wore.
Behind him was a small howdah, looking remarkably like a cage of gems, in which rode two women. The loud-speaker on Han's block announced, "The Princesses Leia and Lucia Organa, Night and Day of our world!" A resounding song went up from a thousand throats as the women waved from their jeweled enclosure.
Han craned for a better look. Leia was all in white, her long dark hair arranged in curls and braids. Lucia was fairer, her black gown setting off the light blonde hair that was piled high on her head. He staggered as if hit by a stunner. In this reality, Luke had been born female.
A set of blue rings aimed at the bantha and its riders caught his attention. Reflexively, he dropped and drew, taking down the stun-gunner without harming any other merry-maker. One of the rings hit the bantha, and it staggered. Chewbacca leaped nimbly off its back, and Han was at his side before the spectators could think to shut their mouths.
Together they managed to get the Princesses out of the howdah before the bantha collapsed completely, to lie snoring on its side. The squadron of palace guards came to a halt, and the parade dispersed down side streets.
"Captain, we are returning to the palace on foot. Father will hear of both your incompetence in preventing this attack, and the courage of Chewbacca and this stranger in coming to our aid."
Han hid a smile. Leia hadn't changed a bit in this reality. Little spitfire was as ready to take on the foot-taller soldier as she had been the Empire. Luke, Lucia, he reminded himself, hung back quietly taking it all in.
"Han Solo, captain of the Millennium Falcon, at your service, your Highnesses." He bowed to them.
"Follow us please, Captain. Chewbacca, please precede us."
"Yes, Your Highnesses." Han was astounded to hear Basic come from Chewbacca. Very accented, true, but undeniably Basic. Wookiee vocal structure was not made to speak the language. Very few ever acquired it, and only with great effort and pain.
He followed the women to the Palace almost a klom away. They walked as if making an entrance into a grand ball, never flagging, never even slumping. Han was feeling the stone of the formal walkways through his boots by the time they arrived at the great hall. The princesses swept into the great hall, seemingly oblivious to the vaults and delicate entwined columns. They curtseyed deeply before the man on the throne at the end of the hall.
"Daughters, I am pleased to see you both safe and well." Bail Organa's stiff formality surprised Han, given the way Leia had always spoken of him.
"Thanks only to the timely action of Chewbacca and this man, Captain Solo," Lucia said, her tone as formal as her father's.
Organa motioned the servants and guards to leave and the doors of the hall shut behind them. Once they were alone, he took the stairs at a leap and swept the girls into his arms. Han saw that his hands were shaking.
"My dears, I thought I'd lost you." He held them a moment more and then released them to offer his hand to Han. "Captain, I am eternally in your debt. My jewels are all I have left of their mother.”
“Father,” both girls began at the same time, and together they pulled him aside. “We would like to reward him, if you agree.”
“Of course, my dears. It is only right you do so. Offer after dinner tonight.” They turned back to the spacer.
“Captain Solo, we would welcome your company for as long as you wish to stay,” Bail Organa radiated his joy at having his daughters safe. “However, if you choose indefinitely, we shall have to put you to work as a bodyguard for my girls. Now, if you’ll go with Chewbacca, he’ll show you to our guest suites.”
Chewbacca bowed to the royals, and beckoned Han to follow. He led Han through miles of corridor. “Here is your room,” he said in Basic.
“Come in and talk to me a minute,” Han said. “I understand Wookiee, even if I don’t speak it.”
Chewbacca sat down on the big bed, the only piece large enough for his bulk. *I must return to the princesses soon.*
“I know. Do you know who I am?”
*You’re a dead man returned to life. I was captured by Imperial slavers. A brave human tried to rescue me and some other Wookiee slaves. He died in the attempt. You are he. How is this possible?*
“I’m from a different universe.”
*There are many in the multiverse, yes?*
“Many. In mine, I saved you, you swore a life-debt and we’ve been together ever since.”
*So why are you here?*
“I had a lover named Luke Skywalker. He died fighting the Empire. He made it possible for the Rebellion to triumph, but I lost him. I’m trying to find a universe where I died and he didn’t.”
*I do not know the name. So you sail across the Ocean of Space, entering other universes searching for this man? Where is he likely to be in this one?*
“That’s just it. Here, he’s not a man. He’s the Princess Lucia. A simple chromosome addition, and my beautiful boy is a beautiful girl.”
*Do you like girls, cub?*
“Sure. But I love Luke, regardless of his shape.”
*Say nothing to the Princess about this for now. I will tell her when the time is right. She is not the heir, but her father will still not approve of a common spacer for a permanent match."
