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[prince_organa]

Enter one confused blond teenager, stage left. Luke, meet sign. Sign, Luke.

Well then. Why the hell not?

"Is there any difference between retaliation and revenge?" He looks around. "And since when does this base have extra dimensions?"

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[tag_greenly]

Luke, meet Tag. Tag, meet Luke. He has Starbucks.

"Hey! Master Luke! Good to see another familiar face around here. You aren't on the base any more, sir."

[prince_organa]

The face doesn't ring a bell right away. Polite diplomatic smile time! "So I've gathered. You're from the base, I take it?"

[tag_greenly]

"Yup. That I am. Don't mind the uniform... I haven't been able to find my clothes. I think Bink took them." He sips his Starbucks.

[prince_organa]

Blink. "Does this Bink always take your clothes?"

[tag_greenly]

"Once in a while."

[prince_organa]

"I could speak to him if you'd like. There's probably a rule against that somewhere."

[tag_greenly]

"Ah. Nah it's okay. He just spilt some coffee on it, and I asked him to clean them for me. I just didn't realize it was the last clean clothes besides this."

[prince_organa]

He raises an eyebrow at the Starbucks. "And that would be the coffee, I assume?"

[tag_greenly]

"Yup. There are aLOT of Starbucks around here."

[prince_organa]

He's going to be sorry he asked. He just knows it. "What's a Starbucks?"

[tag_greenly]

Tag points out a Starbucks, next to a Starbucks. Across from a Starbucks. And it looks like there's a Starbucks inside one of the Starbucks. "Coffee chain."

[prince_organa]

"...they move in herds?"

[tag_greenly]

"More like the Empire, Bink and I think. They just come in and invade a place."

[prince_organa]

"Swarms, then." He hunts around for a bit of hope. "Is it good coffee?"

[tag_greenly]

"Oh yes. The place is a bit souless, but you can't beat their mocha frapachinos."

[prince_organa]

He rubs the bridge of his nose. "I suppose frappachinos are fairly tame for an Imperial superweapon."