When the former Padawn turned force user is summoned by her old master and father, Obi-Wan Kenobi. Lynn's life as a foolish gambler and girl who plays her life like it's roulette is changed... forever.
Her story begins on a dirty bar in Mos Eisley...
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Lynn groaned as she gained conciseness. That might've been the worst night asleep she'd ever had and the back of her neck was starting to ache. R2 beeped as she stood, rubbing the sleep from her eyes
Luke was already awake, training with Yoda but Lynn wasn't the same— she needed her sleep, and there was no way in hell she was waking up early to watch him.
"Are they far?" Lynn asked R2 who beeped in response, essentially telling her he had no idea and to go look herself. Lynn rolled her eyes, kicking the droid forcefully.
"You're a real help, R2," Lynn groaned and slumped herself against the nearest tree trunk. She'd probably be waiting a while, on her own with the only company being a droid who had too many sarcastic tendencies.
Her mind ventured back as she waited. To the kiss. Gosh, that was not how she expected her time on this soggy abandonment to go. But it changed something inside of her, the attraction to Luke had always been there— but in a cute, awkward way— now, however, she was insanely attracted to him. In a manly way.
The way he took lead of the kiss, like he'd had all the practice in the world.
Lynn groaned, holding her head in her hands. This was like pure torture.
She hated Luke. He was annoying, and so goddam infuriating.
R2 beeped and zoomed forward, Lynn following after him. This place always had a thick fog covering in the floor, but it seemed more prominent in this area. She got a dark feeling.
Lynn watched Luke set down Yoda off his back as she propped herself up against the nearest tree, arms crossed. R2 beeped and Luke looked tired. He glanced over at the droid, his eyes falling to Lynn, the expression on her face one he couldn't read.
As the boy approached, Lynn couldn't help but glance at the free biceps. Everything, absolutely everything reminded her of yesterday and it was slowly starting to get on her nerves.
Luke looked incredible in her eyes— she'd never see him so intimately before.
He had a tight shirt that cut off on his shoulder, long cargo trousers and thick black boots. Sweat formed at his hairline and muscles and his breaths were controlled.
However, Luke grabbed his shirt that was on the tree next to Lynn, only glancing at her briefly as he shrugged it on. She cleared her throat and stood up straight.
"How was it?" She questioned, cocking her head to find his eyes.
Luke glanced at her as he buttoned it up, his eyes drifting through her features as if he just couldn't get enough of her. Lynn pulled away from his eyes, making her way over to Yoda who was mumbling like a mad-man.
