On Parade
A scene from our Star Wars game on Friday, imagined from a bystander's view point.
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You've owned a small shop near the docks of the Wheel for almost 10 years now, and you've seen a lot of strange things and people. It's a space station of tens of thousands of people, and most of that is not permanent population. It's people coming and going to the greatest casinos in the galaxy. Or perhaps to do a little smuggling on the side. You're not easily surprised anymore.
So when you hear a high-pitched screaming making its way down the corridors towards your shop and you go to see what's happening, it's more because it's a slow evening, than because it's shocking. The screamer is moving fast, and you almost don't make it to the window in time to see the tiny, brown-robed figure go by. It's a surprising amount of noise-and speed-for such a small creature. You can make out one word of its screams, "Utinni".
Huh, you say to yourself. Did a Jawa just run by, screaming at the top of its lungs? That's something you don't see every day, I have to admit.
Paused at the window in surprise, you're still there when another figure runs by after the Jawa. A Human this time, but also quite tiny: a short, scrawny teenage girl, carrying a large object. As you watch, you suddenly realize she's carrying a blaster rifle almost as big as she is! And doing a surprisingly good job sprinting with it. Twisting and turning through the thinning evening crowd, the rifle moves in her hands like a live thing and never runs into anything. Though admittedly the crowd is mostly standing still staring after the Jawa at this point.
Then another Human runs after them. The first thing you notice is that she's got a man in a rather nice suit slung over her shoulder, but she's making impressive speed for all that. The second is that her arms are wrist to shoulder tattoos. Only a few steps behind her is yet another young woman. This one looks like a fairly normal, sane person, which is itself a little startling at this point.
You wait at the window for a few minutes after they go by. Where are they all going? Are they chasing the Jawa? What exactly is she going to do to the Jawa with the man in the suit? Are there going to be more lunatics?
Yes, yes there are. A man jogs by along the same route, dragging another man behind him by the leg, this one in combat armor, bouncing and jolting over the floor. Wait, is that a lightsaber in his belt? Nothing good comes of getting mixed up in matters involving lightsabers. You should close up your shop and go home, before trouble arrives. But you linger at the window, just in case the parade isn't over.
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You've owned a small shop near the docks of the Wheel for almost 10 years now, and you've seen a lot of strange things and people. It's a space station of tens of thousands of people, and most of that is not permanent population. It's people coming and going to the greatest casinos in the galaxy. Or perhaps to do a little smuggling on the side. You're not easily surprised anymore.
So when you hear a high-pitched screaming making its way down the corridors towards your shop and you go to see what's happening, it's more because it's a slow evening, than because it's shocking. The screamer is moving fast, and you almost don't make it to the window in time to see the tiny, brown-robed figure go by. It's a surprising amount of noise-and speed-for such a small creature. You can make out one word of its screams, "Utinni".
Huh, you say to yourself. Did a Jawa just run by, screaming at the top of its lungs? That's something you don't see every day, I have to admit.
Paused at the window in surprise, you're still there when another figure runs by after the Jawa. A Human this time, but also quite tiny: a short, scrawny teenage girl, carrying a large object. As you watch, you suddenly realize she's carrying a blaster rifle almost as big as she is! And doing a surprisingly good job sprinting with it. Twisting and turning through the thinning evening crowd, the rifle moves in her hands like a live thing and never runs into anything. Though admittedly the crowd is mostly standing still staring after the Jawa at this point.
Then another Human runs after them. The first thing you notice is that she's got a man in a rather nice suit slung over her shoulder, but she's making impressive speed for all that. The second is that her arms are wrist to shoulder tattoos. Only a few steps behind her is yet another young woman. This one looks like a fairly normal, sane person, which is itself a little startling at this point.
You wait at the window for a few minutes after they go by. Where are they all going? Are they chasing the Jawa? What exactly is she going to do to the Jawa with the man in the suit? Are there going to be more lunatics?
Yes, yes there are. A man jogs by along the same route, dragging another man behind him by the leg, this one in combat armor, bouncing and jolting over the floor. Wait, is that a lightsaber in his belt? Nothing good comes of getting mixed up in matters involving lightsabers. You should close up your shop and go home, before trouble arrives. But you linger at the window, just in case the parade isn't over.