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[t65]

Who: Luke Skywalker
Broadcast: Fleetwide (Accidental)
Action: Marsiva
When: 2/16

[Luke Skywalker is sitting pensively in front of one of the wide windows on the Marsiva's Hospitality Deck. Rather than staring out into the darkness of space, he's bent over a tiny silver disk in his hands. It's open, revealing a series of wires, something mechanical and complex. Lacking any proper tools of his own, Luke is replying it with careful fingers and, occasionally, teeth.]

[Lacking any proper supplies, he's forced to improvise. At one point, he removes the glove on his right hand. There's a burn over the back, but the flesh cracks open to reveal more wires and mechanistry. Luke pulls some wires out, breaks them and inserts them into the disk. It seems to cause some of the fingers on his hand to twitch irregularly, but the disk is repaired. He presses a button, and a little blue holograph of a smiling couple appears.]

[He stares at it for a little while.]

[Finally, Luke notices that he's being recorded.] Hello, there. How long have you been on, hm? [He reaches over and turns off the feed.]

[Actually wait. A second later, Luke turns the feed back on.] I suppose if all of this is being recorded, I ought to introduce myself. I'm Luke Skywalker. It's a pleasure to meet you. [His smile kind of... twitches.] All of you.

Comments

I'm glad I was just randomly stalking your post or I wouldn't have known

[passingthrough]

It's good you had it with you then. [She won't pry further.] And that it wasn't a weapon. [Since those get taken away.]

HAHA im flattered.

[t65]

[He huffs a little.] My weapon was also the only one of its kind. Hand-made, completely unique... I'd rather have this, though. [It's a close thing, but not as close as one might think from his wistful description of his lost saber.]

<3

[passingthrough]

Mine too. All I got to keep was half a pack of cigarettes. [She didn't even have her lighter on her.] What was your weapon?

[t65]

Oh, um, [almost awkwardly (why should she believe him?),] a lightsaber?

[passingthrough]

[She can't say she's heard of that before.] A kind of sword? [That glows in the dark?]

[t65]

[Oh, goodness.] A sword, yes. Some people call them 'laser-swords'. The blade is pure light.

[passingthrough]

[So she's not technically wrong...] Hmm, do you fight with sunglasses on?

[t65]

[He laughs, surprised.] No, they're not that bright. They're still very dangerous, of course; only Jedi can wield them safely. [Somewhat safely, cf. right hand.]

[passingthrough]

I guess that would make you a Jedi? The not selfish, not dark-side kind? [She's had a conversation about it.]

[t65]

You've heard of the dark side? [But not lightsabers?]

[passingthrough]

[You know how conversations wander.] Ahsoka mentioned it. It's not really a thing where I'm from. Although selfishness and dark deeds are.

[t65]

There's darkness everywhere. The Force just means we're at a greater risk of it overtaking us. That's what being a Jedi means, accepting that risk.

[passingthrough]

Hm, I'll have to take your word on that. It's new to me. It's just bad choices and sometimes bad options as far as I know.

Why accept the risk?

[t65]

For the chance of doing some good.

[He says it calmly and earnestly, without any hint of irony.]

[passingthrough]

[As far as reasons go, it's a pretty good one.] Have you?

[t65]

[He considers it.] I hope so.

[passingthrough]

You have some good answers, Luke Skywalker the Jedi. [There's something calm about him she likes.]

[t65]

Just 'Luke' is fine. [He chuckles.] I'm glad I passed, and I didn't even know there was a test!

[passingthrough]

[She smiles slightly.] I guess there always is with me. [Whether she means to or not. It's a protective instinct that was developed in a world that managed to be even more over-the-top than a floating reality show.]

There are a lot of people from your world here, aren't there? [She's met at least two that are at least from a similar world and she hasn't been here all that long.]

[t65]

That sounds like an awful lot of work.

[He nods, maybe a little too excitedly.] There are. More than I was expecting, really. What about you?

[passingthrough]

Sometimes.

[The enthusiasm is understandable. At least she gets it.]

No one is ever from my world. [Such a downer, Kitty. Not that she's been here long, but that was how it always worked at the prison.] But there are people I recognize from similar worlds. Those alternate realities I mentioned before.

[t65]

You seem to run into a lot of those. Do they recognize you as well?

[He thinks it would hurt, if they didn't; he can imagine it easily.]

[passingthrough]

This isn't the first place it's happened to me. [Explains some of the frequency?]

Most of the time. I actually got one person who recognized me even though I didn't know her. Kind of a first. [Not that she wishes anyone to be on the other side of it, but it didn't seem like they'd really been friends or anything.]

[t65]

That seems like poor luck. [He's sympathetic, though in a different mode.]

What are the differences you've noticed? There must be some pattern to it.

[passingthrough]

Mm, if I ever meet who gives out the luck I'll have a few words for them. [Not that she really believes in luck, but the odds haven't played in her favor much of the time.]

A few things. The big thing being that someone had taken over most of the world by destroying a lot of it.