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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.
How had he ended up here? It was a little unclear and, to Luke, currently unimportant. Rall was safe, had been safe for a while... the friend of a friend he'd gone to check on hadn't been there, and now he'd managed to offend what he had to think of as a gang; they did all seem to have the same pattern of crossing ragged stripes knotted and draped over their torsos. Luke suspected they thought he was a kid from a rival gang or something, but they weren't willing to let him explain. Like River had said, they really didn't care. So he'd run.
As a very old city world, Coruscant was sparse on open space. Just about every few levels of a given bloc had a space set aside for some kind of park or memorial or other place where people could gather, but once you were a hundred levels or so down these spaces tended to get cluttered and be neglected. This park - Luke hadn't gotten the name - was one such; the flora was an untamed mass of vegetation and it was riddled with places where people who couldn't pay rent had squatted. There were some shanties standing, some abandoned tent cloth.
Rioters had been through here, and hopefully the squatters had left okay. Luke couldn't worry about that now. If nothing else, it made good cover. The park was lit but not terribly well - someone had taken out a lot of the lights. That would help.
Running as lightly as he could, Luke swerved to duck under a low fence penning in the walkway and started making his way around a shanty, more slowly now so he could catch his breath and listen behind him. He wasn't really winded - some Tatooine habits died hard, like keeping in condition - but it was good to breathe, even if the park kind of reeked. Lots of animal smell, though he couldn't tell which animals. People released pets here, maybe.
Maybe he'd lost them. He could hear people, but not too close. Luke leaned against the shack, hands on the rifle that was slung on a strap over his shoulder. It was working again, but he didn't want to use it unless he had to. Without the Force, everything he did and experienced felt vaguely unreal. This... he knew he shouldn't be enjoying it, really. But if he tried to take it seriously anyway, did it matter if he did or not?
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.
How had he ended up here? It was a little unclear and, to Luke, currently unimportant. Rall was safe, had been safe for a while... the friend of a friend he'd gone to check on hadn't been there, and now he'd managed to offend what he had to think of as a gang; they did all seem to have the same pattern of crossing ragged stripes knotted and draped over their torsos. Luke suspected they thought he was a kid from a rival gang or something, but they weren't willing to let him explain. Like River had said, they really didn't care. So he'd run.
As a very old city world, Coruscant was sparse on open space. Just about every few levels of a given bloc had a space set aside for some kind of park or memorial or other place where people could gather, but once you were a hundred levels or so down these spaces tended to get cluttered and be neglected. This park - Luke hadn't gotten the name - was one such; the flora was an untamed mass of vegetation and it was riddled with places where people who couldn't pay rent had squatted. There were some shanties standing, some abandoned tent cloth.
Rioters had been through here, and hopefully the squatters had left okay. Luke couldn't worry about that now. If nothing else, it made good cover. The park was lit but not terribly well - someone had taken out a lot of the lights. That would help.
Running as lightly as he could, Luke swerved to duck under a low fence penning in the walkway and started making his way around a shanty, more slowly now so he could catch his breath and listen behind him. He wasn't really winded - some Tatooine habits died hard, like keeping in condition - but it was good to breathe, even if the park kind of reeked. Lots of animal smell, though he couldn't tell which animals. People released pets here, maybe.
Maybe he'd lost them. He could hear people, but not too close. Luke leaned against the shack, hands on the rifle that was slung on a strap over his shoulder. It was working again, but he didn't want to use it unless he had to. Without the Force, everything he did and experienced felt vaguely unreal. This... he knew he shouldn't be enjoying it, really. But if he tried to take it seriously anyway, did it matter if he did or not?