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[After returning to the Draft, Luke had immediately seen to making sure that Ami was able to recover, setting aside his own aches and pains for a time and putting her into a Force Trance so that she could rest without needing to fear nightmares. When that was finished, the Jedi started taking care of his own affairs.
First he went out and gathered bandages and other supplies to tend to minor scrapes and injuries, as well as picking up various forms of comfort food. He walked with his hood up to shut out the cool breeze, and because he didn't really want anyone to see just how exhausted he was. He also drops off his notes on the cure and virus with Trafalgar Law. Interested parties could find the Jedi between his home, the clinic and various shops around town, laden with groceries and various first aid supplies.
After returning home, housemates will find him meditating out in the main living area, putting himself into a trance to commune with the Force and try to recenter himself after the ordeal he'd been through. What he'd seen and done, the things he'd had to face were the stuff of nightmares in his world and it would be a long time before he felt he could come to grips with everything. Don't worry about interrupting his meditations, he won't be able to really center himself for a while and it's all an exercise in futility.
After giving up, Luke opens his journal and starts a Voice recording, his words tired and strained, but genuine and grateful]
Good afternoon. This is Luke Skywalker, returned from the draft. I'd like to say a few words, if anyone's willing to listen.
First, I would like to thank the others that worked with me to produce a solution for what we saw there. Professor Mordin, Mia, Daisy, Ami, and Loki all really came through in the end. If you run into them, please offer your thanks. They did us all a big favor, and I only wish I'd been able to contribute more than I did. It was a situation we never want repeated, and hopefully the Malnosso learned from their mistake of sending draftees in so unprepared and uninformed.
Second, I want to extend condolences to anyone who lost someone. I don't really have any idea what happened out there, but you have my sincerest hope that...[He chokes on his words for a moment, remembering Steve] they return soon and as whole as they can be. If there's something I can do, please ask and I'll do what I can to help.
[He pauses to collect himself, his voice very nearly breaking towards the end. He's just being as earnest as he can, trying to help how he can, because that's how Luke copes. He helps.]
Finally, there's a bit of business I'd like to propose. It isn't urgent, but since the Kin'corran refugees came I've been thinking that we should consider putting together some sort of disaster shelter. The tornado, and the events of the last few days have further cemented the idea that this might be wise. I don't know how feasible it is in the immediate future, but it's an idea I'd like to at least discuss. If anyone is willing, I feel this would be a worthwhile project in case we have more refugees, a power outage, or any number of other disasters.
[By the end, he's hoarse, but his voice sounds firmer.]
May the Force be with all of you.
[And the feed cuts]
First he went out and gathered bandages and other supplies to tend to minor scrapes and injuries, as well as picking up various forms of comfort food. He walked with his hood up to shut out the cool breeze, and because he didn't really want anyone to see just how exhausted he was. He also drops off his notes on the cure and virus with Trafalgar Law. Interested parties could find the Jedi between his home, the clinic and various shops around town, laden with groceries and various first aid supplies.
After returning home, housemates will find him meditating out in the main living area, putting himself into a trance to commune with the Force and try to recenter himself after the ordeal he'd been through. What he'd seen and done, the things he'd had to face were the stuff of nightmares in his world and it would be a long time before he felt he could come to grips with everything. Don't worry about interrupting his meditations, he won't be able to really center himself for a while and it's all an exercise in futility.
After giving up, Luke opens his journal and starts a Voice recording, his words tired and strained, but genuine and grateful]
Good afternoon. This is Luke Skywalker, returned from the draft. I'd like to say a few words, if anyone's willing to listen.
First, I would like to thank the others that worked with me to produce a solution for what we saw there. Professor Mordin, Mia, Daisy, Ami, and Loki all really came through in the end. If you run into them, please offer your thanks. They did us all a big favor, and I only wish I'd been able to contribute more than I did. It was a situation we never want repeated, and hopefully the Malnosso learned from their mistake of sending draftees in so unprepared and uninformed.
Second, I want to extend condolences to anyone who lost someone. I don't really have any idea what happened out there, but you have my sincerest hope that...[He chokes on his words for a moment, remembering Steve] they return soon and as whole as they can be. If there's something I can do, please ask and I'll do what I can to help.
[He pauses to collect himself, his voice very nearly breaking towards the end. He's just being as earnest as he can, trying to help how he can, because that's how Luke copes. He helps.]
Finally, there's a bit of business I'd like to propose. It isn't urgent, but since the Kin'corran refugees came I've been thinking that we should consider putting together some sort of disaster shelter. The tornado, and the events of the last few days have further cemented the idea that this might be wise. I don't know how feasible it is in the immediate future, but it's an idea I'd like to at least discuss. If anyone is willing, I feel this would be a worthwhile project in case we have more refugees, a power outage, or any number of other disasters.
[By the end, he's hoarse, but his voice sounds firmer.]
May the Force be with all of you.
[And the feed cuts]
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