One: Introduction.
...If this is the inside of the Confederacy flagship, then it's not exactly what I expected. Master, what do you make of--
--Master? Artoo?
They're gone. ...No, I can still sense my master's presence here; his presence, among so many others. As for Artoo, I have no idea where he's rolled off to. This still doesn't make any sense, though I wonder if this just means the Separatist Armada is getting more and more... creative in their tactics.
...I have a bad feeling about this.
((hooray copy pasta. Guess who just sorta kinda crash landed on the beach and hopped out of this. Tags will probably be slow because god I'm horrified uh new muse and whatnot. NEED SLEEP, WILL TAG TOMORROW. Sleep acquired. -A-b))
--Master? Artoo?
They're gone. ...No, I can still sense my master's presence here; his presence, among so many others. As for Artoo, I have no idea where he's rolled off to. This still doesn't make any sense, though I wonder if this just means the Separatist Armada is getting more and more... creative in their tactics.
...I have a bad feeling about this.
((hooray copy pasta. Guess who just sorta kinda crash landed on the beach and hopped out of this. Tags will probably be slow because god I'm horrified uh new muse and whatnot. NEED SLEEP, WILL TAG TOMORROW. Sleep acquired. -A-b))