[for kitty] force witches? you're kidding, right?

[morally_cryptic]

[ following this]The fight over who drove the speeder had been short-lived and...somehow...Anakin lost. He comforted himself with the idea that he'd gone easy on her, injured hand and all. And of course, the injured hand had meant he could just bundle her straightaway over to the medkit when they got on board his ship

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[prydeful]

"I told you that you should have let me drive," she scowls.

[morally_cryptic]

Anakin blinked at her. "You don't know where we're going."

Pause.

"And the ship still would have broken any-"

He shakes his head. Not important. "Two choices: I can try to fix it up here...or we can land and fix it on the ground." The ship's computer still hadn't given him a name for the planet nearby, but it had at least helpfully informed him that it was both temperate and inhabitable for humans.

The only plus to landing was in case some pirate or other outlaw came along, at least they wouldn't be drifting in space just asking for it. Then again, Force only knew what was down on the ground.

[prydeful]

Dry, "Well, you are the driver, mighty Jedi, what do we do?"

[morally_cryptic]

"You don't even know what that means," he mutters as he turns back to the instrument panel. That is, what being a Jedi really means. Except for the few things he's told her.

He also sets in a course for the planet, figuring this looks to require more effort than a simple quick fix and at least they'd be able to get out and stretch their legs, if needed. Or something. And, mental note, have a word with the Temple techs.