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Mara Jade ([personal profile] un_handed) wrote in [community profile] a_universe2021-12-29 02:57 pm

Blast from the past (1950's Star Wars AU)




Summer 1952, it was just starting and shaping up to be a beauty. Most kids were getting that antsy feeling of the nearness of vacation and the want of freedom. But there were still three more week of school before that bell rang and let the kids free for the next three months.

Idyllic towns like Havencrest were almost too perfect this time of year. With their well-manicured lawns and pretty picket-fenced houses. The same could not be said of Bleakburn, just one set of train tracks over but a whole different world. The houses were not so quaint and the colors not so cheery.

Mara lived in Bleakburn, her family had for three generations now. She went to Bleakburn High School, or BBHigh as they called it, home of the Imperials. They had a reputation, as many towns that were not as well off as their neighbors, of being rough. That suited Mara just fine, she wasn't the sort of girl who felt like she needed any particular favor with the people of Havencrest and certainly never did anything to seek it out.

There were scuffles often enough between the rival schools but nothing, as yet, had been too bad. Street races, pranks, the occasional party was crashed but things remained a fairly constant level of general dislike between the towns. Both of whom claimed the one place that was any sort of fun, Moe Isleys. A diner that used the wide white back wall of the joint as a screen after dark and doubled as a local drive-in and hang-out. Sometimes they'd clear the parking lot and hold mixers there but more often than not it was used to watch the newest (that Moe could get his hands on) schlock film making rounds.

Mara had been there enough times to be recognizable, not just for her flame-red hair but also because she rode a motorcycle. Something she always grinned about when the 'Cresters looked at her with gaping mouths and dropped jaws. Keep staring, squares. In three more weeks she'd graduate and then she'd hit the road and leave both these towns behind her. She wasn't sure where exactly she'd go but the hell out of dodge sounded good to her.

That's why she was out here tonight, making some early goodbyes to friends she wouldn't be seeing again before she left because of this or that. So, like most bored kids in both towns, she headed to Moe's. Jeans rolled up over engineer boots, a black leather jacket and a black t-shirt beneath she could have been mistaken for a boy riding up. But when she parked and took off her helmet it was very clear she was anything but. She straddled her bike and hooked her helmet to the back and waved to a few people she recognized.



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[personal profile] from_twin_suns 2021-12-30 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
It could often be said that not only did nothing ever happen in Havencrest, nothing ever had happened. Extreme weather seemed to go around it - heck, the Civil War had gone around it. The local statue in honour of the local kids who'd gone off to swell the ranks of the Union was so generic he often suspected it'd just come from a catalogue. It was the sort of place that had never minted a local historian, was the point. He'd be happy to leave. There was a much larger world out there, and he intended to explore it completely.

He lived with his Aunt and Uncle on a farm just on the outskirts - any further, they'd technically be the next county over. He'd excelled at school, though more strongly at English, History - he'd even taken a swing at Latin. The classes he liked were the ones that took him far away from Havencrest, to far-off places that were or never were. Maybe that was why he ran, too. High school could have some tough lines, but he'd defied them - his photo was in the yearbook for chess club, debate; but he'd earned his letter jacket for cross-country running. The school had also never produced a better fencer, which for some reason seemed to make his Aunt and Uncle uncomfortable and proud at the same time.

But he sure did look like a square, sitting on the stool at Moe's. Letter jacket over checked shirt and slacks, sneakers completing what might be called a 'look'. And, naturally, a malt in front of him. He'd stayed out of the stuff with Bleakburn as much as he could - didn't avoid anyone, but didn't go out of his way to make friends with the hostiles, as it were.

But he sure did notice that motorcycle. Because the last thing worth knowing about Luke Skywalker was his predilection towards tinkering with machinery - he himself had pulled up in a 1940 Streamliner that he had gotten restored and running himself...though the paint was still faded and mismatched. He couldn't settle on a red or a blue. But his room - over the garage, naturally - was a menagerie of posters and schematics, models of everything from WWII fighters to the brand new F-86 Sabre that his friend Begley "Biggs" Darklighter swore he'd be flying a year from now.

So he regarded that motorcycle with great interest, recognizing it instantly. Wow.

Then the rider pulled off her helmet. Wow.

Lots of reasons for an aw shucks farmboy to stare just a little more than he rightfully ought.
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[personal profile] from_twin_suns 2022-01-02 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
Pretty was one way to put it. It was from an era of art deco masterpieces of engineering. One of those times that people sat down and decided to match art to the best engineering they could.

Her response was, perhaps, to be expected, but it didn't dampen his enthusiasm any - and she had said 'pretty boy', which parts of him might remember more actively later. He stood from his spot, moving a bit closer, managing a sheepish smile.

"Sorry, don't see anything this pretty around here," he said, belatedly remembering he should gesture at the motorcycle when he said it. "She's a beauty - how long have you had her?" Then, a beat later, he gestures at the seat next to her. "Mind?"
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[personal profile] from_twin_suns 2022-01-02 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)
It helped, he found, when you didn't think about type. Old Man Ben had always talked about people just being people - and he'd always listened.

He sat down next to her, listening intently.

"Pretty sweet deal, sounds like," he responded, attention swinging from the bike to her. "If you need any help with her, I'd love to take a swing at it - I've got a '40 Indian I'm working on, myself. Not as pretty as yours, but."

He shrugged, then offered a hand.

"I'm Luke. Luke Skywalker. You new in the area, or...?"
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[personal profile] from_twin_suns 2022-01-11 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
"Scout," he replied, brightening a little bit more. "Pretty sure she was army surplus - just figured out her original paintwork and am trying to restore that."

His own return grip was much the same, but the smile? Was pure farmboy.

"That's an interesting name. French extraction, maybe?" He doesn't rise to what he should realize is obvious bait, in the tracks comment - his uncle might, but he doesn't.

"It's a pretty big county, that's for sure. I swear sometimes they just drew it in on the map because you can't have that much space without anything in it."
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[personal profile] from_twin_suns 2022-01-12 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
"Fun mix," he responded, with a chuckle. "Me, I'm pretty sure my people sort of...blew into Kansas on the wind one day and never left."

He was distracted from her one interesting comment by her question, gesturing over his shoulder.

"Yeah, that jalopy over there. I'm a fan of anything with moving parts, really. Not quite finished with her, she'll get me where I need to go."

He gestures to the staff when they come back.

"Hey, can I get some fries?"

Which rather indicates he plans to stay on the stool next to her.
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[personal profile] from_twin_suns 2022-01-20 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
He shrugged a bit at that, looking off into a distance not at all part of the diner.

"I dunno," he said, "I've got a scholarship coming to Georgetown, so I'd be heading there, but...part of me wants to just go for the Air Force Academy, you know? See about getting my hands on one of those new F-86 Sabres, seeing how far and how fast I can go."

"Ever been flying?"
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[personal profile] from_twin_suns 2022-01-21 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
He looked enthusiastic suddenly, turning back towards her again as his own food was placed in front of him.

"Oh, well, my uncle has an old cropduster he's used for ages - if you want, maybe one day I could take you up - not all that fast, but there's nothing like it!"

He clammed up, suddenly, looking a bit sheepish. Right, too much enthusiasm. Aunt Beru told him that all the time.

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[personal profile] from_twin_suns 2022-02-16 04:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Maybe, he thought, she’d just been proving something. At least, that was what he told himself as the days stretched by with no sign of her. Though if asked, he would have denied thinking about her.

Probably the embarrassing amount of it, at any rate - he kept coming back to, well, everything. His friends at school certainly attributed his new slate of distracted moments during classes to her - and they weren’t wrong. Some good laughs had been had at his expense, certainly.

And word has very definitely gotten around. In a town where little happened, gossip and drama were like a flame through dry underbrush. The girls at the diner had spread word faster than a Korean War dogfight, and now suddenly it seemed there were question marks about him. Apparently the sudden cold front from Sally Dean, the head cheerleader, was owing to that. According to gossip, he’d been supposed to ask her to the upcoming formal, but now “the ginger hussy” or whatever stupid terms they used was in the picture.

And since they knew nothing about Maureen, they just made things up, many of them wildly contradictory. It was exasperating. And all news to him, since he found Sally Dean about as interesting as watching paint dry. The boldest thing she’d ever done was try spaghetti, he reckoned. He’d always ignored the social order, but now? Now it was rearranging itself against the intruder. He was, he was told by his friends, to beware of all this.

So why was it that every time he left the school he hoped to see a flash of red-gold hair atop a motorcycle?

So he tried not to get his hopes up. Maybe she just had some hand grenades to lob at Havencrest society. But he kept coming back to her eyes, that tumbling of hair, that kiss…

At the moment, he was 9n the sledge under his car. The nearby radio was turned up, blaring An episode of You Bet Your Life as he worked away.
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[personal profile] from_twin_suns 2022-02-16 05:21 pm (UTC)(link)
She might, might hear him banging his head on the undercarriage trying to look up when he heard her voice. He slid out quickly, wiping his hands on his coveralls and hoping his hair was in some semblance of order. And also thanking the unseen forces of the universe that he’d remembered to shave on a day off.

A pity, then, really, that he forgot about some of the grease spots on his face.

“Good advice,” he said, sitting up on the cart. “Though I seem to remember…”

He hadn’t minded the boldness, thought. Not. At. All.
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[personal profile] from_twin_suns 2022-02-18 09:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah," he replied, with a theatrical sigh. "I can't cook to save my life and look terrible in pearls. But oh did you ever. It's not the Red Menace anymore, it's the Redhead menace in some circles."

He stood to scrutiny as she did that, only rolling his eyes a little. And hiding the slight blush.

"Heh, thanks."
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[personal profile] from_twin_suns 2022-02-18 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"So people tell me," he said. "Stupid people, mainly."

And that moment felt like an eternity. What did he say in such a moment? What did he want to do? Other than his first instinct, which was to kiss her again, though that was - oh, good, she solved it for him.

"Uh, right, yes, um - not much to see, but..." he gestured at the car, "not mine, but fixing it for the Reverend down the road. Mine's in the barn. So, umm..." Oh, there really wasn't much to it, was there? Well, she was going to determine he was a country rube at some point or another. Best to get it out of the way.

"Workbench is over here, so's the bike - would you like a coke?"
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[personal profile] from_twin_suns 2022-02-19 08:13 pm (UTC)(link)
The 1940 Indian was a symphony in reds and whites. He was very proud of it, really. He crossed to the small fridge at the back, pulling out two cokes before heading back towards her.

"I do love her," he said, with a slight sigh, offering her the coke. "How long have you had yours?"
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[personal profile] from_twin_suns 2022-02-20 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
That wasn't a term he'd heard much, but he assumed she meant a father or grandfather - and didn't interrogate it further.

"I wouldn't think so. Them and the Vincents aren't exactly regular arrivals. You did pretty amazing work on her!"

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