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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.
( We have all survived crash landings/wandered here and invented plausible pasts/every so often one of us will slip up )
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.
( We have all survived crash landings/wandered here and invented plausible pasts/every so often one of us will slip up )
Well, so was Luke. This wasn't the kind of rifle he was used to - there was actually some decorative carving in the stock - but it wasn't too dissimilar; even without the Force it was second nature to raise it, brace the butt against his shoulder, position his hands just so.
He wasn't sighting down the barrel or pointing it directly at the man, not now; it was still pointed at the ground, and his fingers were on the trigger guard, not the actual trigger. But Luke wanted that option, just in case.
The safety. He knew he had to switch it off, but the laser rifle made a rather distinct sound when that happened, and he wasn't sure how far that would carry. The stripes were still after him, and they might go after whoever this was, too; Luke had to say something and hope it wouldn't get him shot.
He wasn't afraid. Defect or virtue, Luke was rarely afraid. "Hey. Mister."
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