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[#011] Remote (Star Wars: The Force Awakens)
Theme Prompt: # 011 – Handle With Care
Title: Remote
Fandom: Star Wars: The Force Awakens
Rating / Warnings: PG – No warnings apply.
Bonus: No
Word Count: 590
Summary: Han Solo tries to teach Finn the basics of a lightsaber.
* * * *
"Okay, look," Han said, grimacing at Finn across the deactivated holochess board, "I'm not saying you don't know how to handle yourself in a fight, and I'm not saying I'm any kind of expert, but you just don't go flailing around with a lightsaber." He sighed. "You're lucky you've still got both ears and both hands, kid. Could've been a lot worse."
"I-I know," Finn replied, looking down at the empty board and trying to focus on the Millennium Falcon rumbling beneath him as it hurtled through hyperspace. "You said you've got something back here that can help me get a better handle on it?"
"Yeah," Han said, holding up a battered sphere of gray metal that Finn recognized from his recent attempts to find bandages for a less-than-enthused Wookiee. "Seen one of those before? It's a remote. It'll try and zap you, but you can use the lightsaber to bounce the bolts away from yourself. It's a good way to learn precision handling."
"Yeah, I've seen remotes before," Finn said, taking a breath before rising to his feet and mustering up his confidence. "Not one this old before, though. You sure it still works?"
"No," Han admitted, but he flipped a switch on the sphere and watched as it hovered into the air, a little shaky, but still functional. "Looks like it does. I don't think it's had its settings changed since that crazy old man –" He caught himself. "– okay, it'll react as soon as you power up your saber, and it'll stop shooting when you power it down."
"Right," Finn said, nodding as he brandished his lightsaber. "I think I –" The remote immediately shot him in the elbow, causing him to jerk one hand back and flail the saber a little too close to the instruments on the wall immediately behind him.
"Careful!" Han said, wincing as the heat of the blade made a long scorch mark on the plastics of the wall. "You could cut a hole in the ship with that damn thing!"
"Sorry, sorry," Finn answered quickly, putting both hands on the hilt again and squaring himself up against the remote, which bobbed from side to side, as if taunting him. He raised the blade, set his hands, and the remote promptly shot him in the knee, making him jump up and down on one foot as the pain of the stun bolt raced up his leg.
"Focus, kid," Han grumbled, "be calm and centered. That's how people do all those insane things with those sabers. Don't let anything distract you, not even me."
Finn had a lot on his mind. As they spoke, the Falcon was heading to the home base of the Resistance, there to see if they could cook up a plan to stop the Starkiller ... and rescue Rey. That meant a lot more to him than blowing up anything, and he was thinking about that when the remote shot him yet again, this time in the hand.
"Still working on the 'calm' part!" Finn yelled, swinging at the remote to get it to back off for a second before he began chasing it around the room, eyes furious.
Han watched with a deadpan expression. Good kid. Don't think he's a Jedi, but his heart's in the right place. Sparks flew from one of the interior walls when Finn got too close to it, almost tripping one of the tool boxes at the base. Even if his feet aren't.
Outside the Falcon, hyperspace continued onwards, bringing fate ever closer.
END.
Title: Remote
Fandom: Star Wars: The Force Awakens
Rating / Warnings: PG – No warnings apply.
Bonus: No
Word Count: 590
Summary: Han Solo tries to teach Finn the basics of a lightsaber.
* * * *
"Okay, look," Han said, grimacing at Finn across the deactivated holochess board, "I'm not saying you don't know how to handle yourself in a fight, and I'm not saying I'm any kind of expert, but you just don't go flailing around with a lightsaber." He sighed. "You're lucky you've still got both ears and both hands, kid. Could've been a lot worse."
"I-I know," Finn replied, looking down at the empty board and trying to focus on the Millennium Falcon rumbling beneath him as it hurtled through hyperspace. "You said you've got something back here that can help me get a better handle on it?"
"Yeah," Han said, holding up a battered sphere of gray metal that Finn recognized from his recent attempts to find bandages for a less-than-enthused Wookiee. "Seen one of those before? It's a remote. It'll try and zap you, but you can use the lightsaber to bounce the bolts away from yourself. It's a good way to learn precision handling."
"Yeah, I've seen remotes before," Finn said, taking a breath before rising to his feet and mustering up his confidence. "Not one this old before, though. You sure it still works?"
"No," Han admitted, but he flipped a switch on the sphere and watched as it hovered into the air, a little shaky, but still functional. "Looks like it does. I don't think it's had its settings changed since that crazy old man –" He caught himself. "– okay, it'll react as soon as you power up your saber, and it'll stop shooting when you power it down."
"Right," Finn said, nodding as he brandished his lightsaber. "I think I –" The remote immediately shot him in the elbow, causing him to jerk one hand back and flail the saber a little too close to the instruments on the wall immediately behind him.
"Careful!" Han said, wincing as the heat of the blade made a long scorch mark on the plastics of the wall. "You could cut a hole in the ship with that damn thing!"
"Sorry, sorry," Finn answered quickly, putting both hands on the hilt again and squaring himself up against the remote, which bobbed from side to side, as if taunting him. He raised the blade, set his hands, and the remote promptly shot him in the knee, making him jump up and down on one foot as the pain of the stun bolt raced up his leg.
"Focus, kid," Han grumbled, "be calm and centered. That's how people do all those insane things with those sabers. Don't let anything distract you, not even me."
Finn had a lot on his mind. As they spoke, the Falcon was heading to the home base of the Resistance, there to see if they could cook up a plan to stop the Starkiller ... and rescue Rey. That meant a lot more to him than blowing up anything, and he was thinking about that when the remote shot him yet again, this time in the hand.
"Still working on the 'calm' part!" Finn yelled, swinging at the remote to get it to back off for a second before he began chasing it around the room, eyes furious.
Han watched with a deadpan expression. Good kid. Don't think he's a Jedi, but his heart's in the right place. Sparks flew from one of the interior walls when Finn got too close to it, almost tripping one of the tool boxes at the base. Even if his feet aren't.
Outside the Falcon, hyperspace continued onwards, bringing fate ever closer.
END.