[The catlike alien face of a spukamas fills the screen. The animal's investigating Luke's Starkpad - he left it out on a table - and somehow got it transmitting. After a few more seconds of sniffing and pawing, the spukamus moves along, and Luke is visible, albeit at a poor angle.]

[He's got his back to the 'pad, but his face and so on are visible ( Read more... )

[Locked against Anakin Sr. and Padme. ...Sorry, mom and dad, you can't see this one unless someone shows you. This is in text, and you don't want to know how much rewording and revising he did before he sent it.]

I want to talk to him, but I don't know. I only met him once and I don't even know if he remembers that. Apparently he's a Jedi. He still ( Read more... )

Blast it. [He says that very softly.]

River... I need to talk to you. Not even on datapads. People can hack these.

[He doesn't know that many future-people he thinks he can trust to talk about this without going into spoiler territory - might've gone to Jacen, maybe, but River seems another step removed from all of this.]

Zekk's gone.

[He absolutely has not cried. Bloodshot eyes? Water-spattered collar from washing his face very recently? Talking in a monotone? There's some perfectly reasonable alternate explanation.]

I thought people should know.

[And feed cuts off.]

[Backdated to yesterday evening. Here's a bright-eyed Idris out in public with a clearly nonplussed Luke.]

"Uh - hi. I know there's the draft thing going on, but this, she's... Time and Relative Dimensions in Space. I think she's new."

"I'm looking for my thief! Have you seen him?"

"She's looking for, um, the Doctor?" [Please know what to do, someone ( Read more... )

[Amy's face is stained with tears. She's been sobbing for a while and is making no effort to hide it. She has tissue in hand and looks at her datapad angrily.]

Whoever you are, I hope you're happy with yourselves. You took my boys and I won't let you get away with it. Mark my words. I will get them back.

[Private to Anakin]When can we start ( Read more... )

[Luke's built something which is sitting on a workbench now. It's about the size of his two hands together and messy with wires and cables and circuitry and big exposed bolts; he hasn't put it in any kind of casing yet. The machine thing might be recognizable to folks from the right time stream as a kind of droid caller, which does not exist in ( Read more... )

[Too rushed to lock against Anakin this time. Luke's on one of the covered bridges that span the great canyons between Coruscant megablocks; behind him through the transparisteel more bridges are visible, and the lit icon of one of the planet's main eateries, and a certain amount of chaotically weaving air traffic. He's pressing a girl against the ( Read more... )

[Locked against Anakin, no real reason.]

[The view is looking down into a box containing a spukamas - a creature with a size and shape not too unlike those of a housecat, though it distinctly is not - and her two blind, unfinished-looking young kits. She is briskly washing them with her pointed raspy tongue as they suckle at her belly, and purrs ( Read more... )

[Locked against Anakin. ...No real reason why. Luke just plans to do that for a while.]

So... let me get this straight. People don't dream they're other people much, outside of things like this happening, anyway?

Oh, and um... sorry, what was your name? The Earth tea lady from a few weeks ago? I got some Calamarian C-tea on Dac.