“Luke, Luke come look at this!” Wedge shouts as he runs toward her, a flimsi held in the hand he has above his head, waving like a flag. Luke looks up from the intelligence report she’s going over - there’s a clear leak somewhere in the lower command of the rebellion and she’s gonna hunt it out if she has to hide in the fucking airducts.
Wedge slams down next to her on the bench, swaying close to show off his prize, and it’s really unfair how nice his force presence is - it makes her want to smile and snuggle close, maybe ask Wedge if he wants to take a nap with her, but men have a distressing tendency to take that to mean she wants other things than just cuddling. She’s not sure she could take ruining the friendship they have over such a misunderstanding, so she never actually asks him, but every time he wraps his arm around her shoulder or knocks into her with a smirk she wants so badly to ask him to cuddle with her. It’s unfair.
“Where in the norns did you get an Imperial wanted poster for Leia?” Luke asks when she catches sight of the picture of her sister scowling up at her.
“That’s the best part - this is your wanted poster!” Wedge announces and flattens the flimsi so she can make out the text. And wouldn’t you know it, the text does in fact read:
WANTED: ALIVE
LUKE SKYWALKER, TERRORIST
Wanted for murder, destruction of property, theft of military secrets, wholescale destruction of military property, impersonation of military personnel, kidnapping, trespassing into restricted airspace, and public menacing
REWARD: Three Billion Imperial Credits
The long list is rather impressive, given that most of it is twisted to make her into some kind of monster, but the most baffling thing about the poster is the fact that they have used a very clear photo of Leia, not her. The image of her sister must be from her time in the Senate, because her hair is done up in a complicated braid that circles her head twice and then has the rest of it piled in a bun at her crown, inside the circles. It’s a hairstyle that Luke, who has never had her hair grow beyond her shoulders before cutting it off, would not in a million years be able to wear.
It also shows Leia clearly wearing her Senate id tag. It’s pinned to her right lapel, in clear view, with her name and status on it.
She looks up at Wedge, whose smile is only growing wider, and then they both burst out laughing.
“You-You’re such a good spy the Imps can’t even get a proper photo of you!” Wedge gets out, crying from the laughter as he throws his arm around her to hold himself up. Luke wheezes at the sheer stupidity of that and hits the table a few times, unable to help it.
She’s such a bad spy that not only does the entire Empire know her name but she’s been forbidden from so much as touching the files for covert operations because she has no sense of subtle and cannot act to save her life. She can’t even act to save Han’s life and he’s one of her best friends!
Leia can go undercover even now, with her sharing the same face as famous Luke Skywalker, because she knows how to act and wear a wig properly - Luke can’t so much as get into Imp space without either her father instantly sensing her and coming in her direction like a rubber band or announcing her presence to put the fear of, well, herself into a battle station full of stormtroopers.
She knows, for a fact, that the Empire has security footage of her and yet they put Leia’s picture on this? She’d be offended if not for the fact that she currently can’t breathe from the sheer incompetence of the move.
“I-I have to show Han this! I’m dying!” Luke gets out, leaning into Wedge’s shoulder as she tries to calm down enough to grab the flimsi from him and run off to where she knows Han and Chewie are staying.
“So secretive!” Wedge gets out and Luke looses it again.