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[sand_wormie]

Characters: Luke Skywalker, Cpt. Jack Harkness, and unnamed gang NPCs.
Location: Coruscant Lower City - Park Space Horenth-78
Planet: See above
When: Backdated to late Saturday night/early Sunday morning during the riots.
What: Surviving! :D!
Rating: PG-13? Will change if it does.

Comments

Hee set up is wordy!

[dinos4breakfast]

Jack's original intention had been to help protect other off-worlders from the riots. It seemed a noble cause, what with being an off-worlder himself, and truth be told he wanted to make sure his skills were still where he left them. The only fighting he'd recently done was in cantinas, and they tended to end relatively quickly. He missed the good old days of weevil hunting the streets of Cardiff with Ianto. He also missed the feeling of doing something good for the world he lived in.

Upon getting down to the lower levels, Jack found a different scenario. Instead of off-worlders being harassed by rioters, he found locals being harassed by roving street gangs, following the riot's wake and looting whatever was left. The Captain wasn't bothered by looters so he let them be and tried to move past to find others.

His problems started when he was recognized. So far he'd been having no issues blending in. He'd been here for a couple months already and he did have experience with culture blending. What he couldn't prevent was a gang member recognizing him from some job he'd done a couple weeks ago. Jack's income was determined by odd jobs and though he tried to keep from getting too deep into territory he didn't belong, sometimes he would scrape too close.

There had been a scuffle. The particular group that had identified him as an Outworlder was only three tough-guy youths. The youngest one had run off when Jack pulled back his coat to show them how armed he was, but the other two had their blood up. They were weilding vibroknives and Jack was forced to take one down before they both got to him.

One on one there was no competition. Still, enraged by his companion's death, the youth slammed into the Captain before he could get a second blast off. He ended up with the blade slicing into his upper arm, but the kid fared far worse as instinctual reaction kicked in and the blaster fired point blank.

Grimacing in pain, Jack quickly bandaged himself as best he could. He knew he had to get out of the area before the youngest brought back friends, so he ran.

After a little while, he came upon a park. His arm was throbbing and his adrenaline was wearing off. It seemed quiet enough and he noticed a light, so he went over to use it to help him inspect his arm. Gingerly extracting it from his coat, he felt a moment of dread overtake him. It shouldn't look that bad. It should be getting better...

Was he mortal again??