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Prompt: Sharp
Crossover: Star Wars and MCU
The knife that skimmed near enough that he could feel the breeze from it was so sharp that it sank up to the hilt in the Trandoshan he’d been facing. It was a non-fatal blow, but it should keep the bounty hunter incapacitated while it regrew the hand it had just lost thanks to Luke. Luke turned, his son at his back as he took a moment to examine the new being in his space.
He couldn’t help but flinch very slightly. The woman who was standing there had a superficial resemblance to Mara, though she was far too young to have been one of the Emperor’s Hands. She had the same bearing, the same bright red hair and green eyes. Even the way she held the knives was familiar, and his wife’s loss was still too fresh for the reminder.
When she spoke, though, it was with a slight accent that he didn’t recognize and that helped separate things. “I hope that I am not intruding.”
“No, it’s a welcome interruption,” Luke said. “Do you mind if we move away before he starts getting any ideas?”
“You’re not going to kill him?”
“It’s a bad idea to kill members of the Bounty Hunter Guild,” Ben added, coming up beside him. “People get all fired up for revenge. A little maiming is all right, usually, and it will make the people who can’t regrow their limbs give matters a second thought.”
Luke ducked his head and smiled. The practicality of it was pure Mara, and it made him happy to see some small part of his wife lived on in their son. “I’ve had a bounty on my head since I was a teenager,” he added. “No one has bothered to seriously try in decades, but they thought that Ben might be an easier mark.” There was a nudge from the Force, and Luke added, “I think we can help you with something, though.”
“I am trying to return to my people,” she said. “I woke up in a desert after I had given myself to save something we needed. The desert was not where I had fallen. And this galaxy is not my home.”
Luke frowned. He was pretty sure that the woman’s first language wasn’t basic and that he was missing some nuance. He reached out to the Force again, sensing an underlying sadness but no sense of malice. “I’m Luke Skywalker, Jedi Knight.” He nodded to Ben, who took a step back and nodded. “This is my son Ben, my student.”
The woman nodded, her eyes serious. “Natasha Romanov. What’s a Jedi?”
It was a good question that didn’t get asked often enough for Luke’s taste. He gestured at Ben to answer. He was curious about what his son would say.
“The easy answer is that we’re servants of the Force, aiming to do good in the galaxy.” Ben grinned. “More complicated answer involves almost total genocide, screams, carnage, and a lot of mystical stuff that most people don’t really want to hear.”
“More importantly for you, I believe that we are meant to help you return. So we’ll do our best to make sure that happens.”
“And if you can’t get me home?”
Luke sighed, because this felt a little like the Force shenanigans he had heard about from some of the clones and there was a chance that he wouldn’t be able to return Natasha to her home. “If we can’t get you home, then we will find somewhere that can become home.”