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[creator_man]

Characters: Kevin Flynn, openish
Location: Room D-4
Planet: Coruscant
When: Week 12
What: Flynn gets a visit from his, ah, wayward son
Rating: PG-13 (violence)

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[off_beet]

Luna was not quite certain what to make of the fact that she was hearing voices. It was hardly a common occurance, and she felt someone puzzled when she recognized one of them. Mister Flynn.

A dazed look on her face, Luna's hand went to her lightsaber, and her thumb ignited it effortlessly- a rainbow colored light filling the area.

The slightest hint of a frown grew on her face when she took in the scene that was happening in front of her.

"Mister Flynn?"

[mrangrybuttface]

When another version of him had shown up in a lightsuit and seemed pretty dead set on ruining his finally happy life, Sam decided the first course of action was to flee. He heard noises next door and hoped his father was around. He'd never had anyone to run to before. His grandparents had seemed too old and too frail to handle anything major. But his father. He'd always seen his father as some glorious hero. Sure, he'd aged. But he was still the same man, right?

When he finally made it next door, he was surprised to see a young girl there with a light saber. And his father fighting against Clu. "No! Dad!" Sam cried as he rushed to his father's aid.

[creator_man]

It was more a case of losing to Clu, not in the least because he wasn't resisting.

But now there were more people in the room, and Flynn blinked to recognize his new, young friend as well as Sam, rushing in. It made the program pause, leaning over Flynn with his fist raised, as neither of the two newcomers seemed to be able to actually touch him. He canted his head to one side and smirked.

"Son of Flynn. Well, well well." He looked at Sam for another moment, his smile predatory, then gave Luna a curious look over, and strode out of the room, tossing over his shoulder, "I'll be back for the disc. Creator."

Flynn took a moment to just breathe, taking stock of how badly it hurt, then pushed himself off the floor to try and sit up. "I've," he gasped, "always wanted to see an actual lightsaber..."

[off_beet]

Luna walked over to him quickly, disenganging the lightsaber and handing it to him, hilt first.

"You can hold onto it for the moment, if you'd like," she said in a quiet tone, looking at the other person who had rushed in. There was a familiarity there...not only with her new friend but also with the person who was causing him such pain.

Luna sat next to Mr. Flynn, resting on her knees as she sent the younger man a curious look before turning back to her friend.

"I know some healing techniques, if you'd like. Though I'm not entirely certain if they will work, judging the circumstances by which you received your injuries."