[ Luke is... sort of used to random fuzzy thing popping up now and again. He's spent the last three years gallivanting around the galaxy with the Rebellion and he's seen his share of strange things. To be fair, some of the fuzzy things weren't that friendly and tended to have teeth and claws and other nastiness. These, though? They look positively harmless. The first one he runs across is on his way across the hangar to check on his X-Wing. He spots the purring little fuzzy ball nestled in a stack of crates and he detours over to give it a look. ]
Hey there, little guy. Where'd you come from?
[ Yes, Luke is talking to it. Don't knock it. He reaches out cautiously and gives the little ball of fuzz and quick pet. Well, it's not trying to eat his hand. Yet. He glances up, looking for someone he can put a question to. ]
Hey, you know where this little thing came from...?
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[ It's quiet. A little too quiet, if you ask Luke. He's stopped into one of the electronic shops to pick up some power converters, but there's no one manning the desk and the rest of the shop seems curiously deserted. He's waited for about five minutes, but the hair on the back of his neck is starting to stand on end and that little alarm bell in his head - the one he's learned to trust - is nudging at his psyche. He carefully steps around the desk and heads toward the door that leads into the back, one hand at his hip. ]
I have a bad feeling about this...
[ He keys the door open and eases into the storage area. ]
Hey - anyone back here? I've been waiting-
[ He doesn't get further than a few steps when something comes crashing through the bulkhead. It's fast, it's not friendly, and Luke barely has time to scramble out of the way. His lightsaber is in his hand and ignited in the blink of an eye, the blue-white blade shimmering and throwing harsh shadows as he prepares for the next attack. ]
Hey, wait-!
OO4
[ Wilcard! Meet him somewhere. Maybe he's working on his X-Wing, maybe he's meditating. Say hi! ]
Luke Skywalker | Star Wars
[ Luke is... sort of used to random fuzzy thing popping up now and again. He's spent the last three years gallivanting around the galaxy with the Rebellion and he's seen his share of strange things. To be fair, some of the fuzzy things weren't that friendly and tended to have teeth and claws and other nastiness. These, though? They look positively harmless. The first one he runs across is on his way across the hangar to check on his X-Wing. He spots the purring little fuzzy ball nestled in a stack of crates and he detours over to give it a look. ]
Hey there, little guy. Where'd you come from?
[ Yes, Luke is talking to it. Don't knock it. He reaches out cautiously and gives the little ball of fuzz and quick pet. Well, it's not trying to eat his hand. Yet. He glances up, looking for someone he can put a question to. ]
Hey, you know where this little thing came from...?
003
[ It's quiet. A little too quiet, if you ask Luke. He's stopped into one of the electronic shops to pick up some power converters, but there's no one manning the desk and the rest of the shop seems curiously deserted. He's waited for about five minutes, but the hair on the back of his neck is starting to stand on end and that little alarm bell in his head - the one he's learned to trust - is nudging at his psyche. He carefully steps around the desk and heads toward the door that leads into the back, one hand at his hip. ]
I have a bad feeling about this...
[ He keys the door open and eases into the storage area. ]
Hey - anyone back here? I've been waiting-
[ He doesn't get further than a few steps when something comes crashing through the bulkhead. It's fast, it's not friendly, and Luke barely has time to scramble out of the way. His lightsaber is in his hand and ignited in the blink of an eye, the blue-white blade shimmering and throwing harsh shadows as he prepares for the next attack. ]
Hey, wait-!
OO4
[ Wilcard! Meet him somewhere. Maybe he's working on his X-Wing, maybe he's meditating. Say hi! ]