When Luke's shout blared from the speakers and echoed against the walls, Kess was hardly the only grease grunt to stop and look up from her work.
Let the games begin.
Before disembarking the Falcon, she squared her shoulders and straightened her coveralls. Kess strutted out across the pad to the office, not looking at (but seeing) the whole crew watching her march by. They watched her like she was obliviously marching to her doom and she knew why. Commander Skywalker never got irate enough raise his voice with anger, certainly not on the loud speaker, and they were terrified at what he might do.
Kess stepped in with confidence as if she had no idea what was up and didn't notice that he sounded upset.
Luke folded his hands on his desk and leaned forward. His drew his lips to a thin line
