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10th Transmission: Fading Moonlight [Action/Voice/Written]

[Action, Town Clinic]

[Luke had intended on doing something nice for Ami that evening, since she was stuck at the clinic on her shift until late in the evening. He'd spent most of the afternoon preparing a meal for the two of them to share, but when he arrived at the clinic he'd found something that turned his blood to ice. Signs of a struggle, papers strewn about, and a hastily scrawled note in familiar handwriting. She'd been abducted. Luke took a moment to take stock of the situation before his anger got the better of him and he slammed his cybernetic fist into the wall, leaving a solid dent. Apparently, Catherine's promise to Luke had meant little to nothing, if she had been taken. That stung. A lot.

Inside he was seething, but outside Luke began cleaning up the mess the kidnappers had left, the food forgotten and responsibility taking over. He could keep the tears out of his eyes, for having failed to protect her, the guilt setting in as it had for Lupin and Adele.

Anyone around the clinic, feel free to poke at him. He later sends a few written messages and a broadcast after he's regained control of his voice and his emotions. He needs to talk, otherwise the anger will take hold again, so...]

[Written, Private to Trafalgar Law]

Law, its Luke. The Malnosso have abducted Doctor Mizuno. In her absence, I will take over her shifts. I feel like I should do something to help out, so that things can keep going smoothly.

[Written, Private to Adele Leblanc]

Adele, I may need your help at the Clinic. Ami's been kidnapped, and I'm going to take over her shifts at the Clinic. If something comes up that I can't deal with, I hope I can rely on you. I feel I should help, so that service isn't interrupted.

[Voice]
Good evening everyone, this is Luke Skywalker. I've got a few things to talk about, so I'd like to say.

First, I'd like to welcome all of the New Feathers, or returning residents. I'm a little late in doing so, and for that I apologize. If you should require help with anything, please don't hesitate to send me a message or come by House 46. I would be glad to offer any assistance I can. The same, of course, applies to any residents, not just New Feathers.

Second, I'd like to extend an offer to anyone who is interested in working with what limited resources we have available to further improve quality of life in the village. I've had some success with Mister Stark and R2D2, as well as Doctor Eggman, in creating some basic technological implements, But technology isn't entirely what I had in mind. I recently became aware that we have a large section of land that is, or was, farmland. I'm wondering if anyone still works with them, and if not would anyone be interested in helping to get them operational again? In light of recent events I am of the opinion that providing food for ourselves when we can would never be an unwise decision. Would anyone be willing to help with this?

Finally, I have a philosophical musing for anyone keen to such things. If one already possesses great power, is it strange to desire more? Down the same vein, what does power mean to you? Is it something you crave for yourself, or for others? And...what good is having power if you cannot use it?

Please, share your thoughts, and take care.

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No, but I can sense panic in people I am close to. Or even just surprise. I...should have paid more attention. I felt something, but it was faint, so I didn't act.

[Ami isn't the sort, but, her note had been directed at him, notes on the kidnapping]

Blaming yourself helps no one Luke, least of all yourself. I've carried guilt enough around to know that much.

Adele. I know that. But that doesn't make it any simpler. The fact of the matter remains that Ami needed my help, and I was not there.

[There was precious little Adele could think of to say that wouldn't be stating the obvious or condescending. Luke wanted neither, nor did he deserve it. What he would need, and what she might offer, is an outlet.]

...walk with me to the battle dome.

[Luke stands and nods, picking up his basket. He didn't know what else to say, but he'd obey.]

Alright.

[She's quiet as she gathers her bag from where she'd left it, waiting for Luke to step out of Ami's office before pulling the door closed. If she'd come off her shift sooner. If Luke had come beforehand. If they only had some way of defending against the damn droids...

She lets go of the handle and shakes off that line of thought, instead focusing on what she'd have to tweak in the battle dome simulation she'd set up for them.]

[Luke leaves and starts walking towards the dome, carrying the basket with him]

Adele, until she returns, I feel I should volunteer at the clinic. You'll be short handed, and I'm capable. I may need your help, should we have poisonings or an outbreak of some insidious disease.

You could have ended the sentence at 'I may need your help'. The walls have ears- mentioning a rash of poisonings or outbreaks of disease exponentially increases their likelihood.

[A weary stab at dry, paranoid humor. It's a valid concern, and true enough. They'll need the extra staff, and she knows Luke's capable.]

I suppose. Damn those Malnosso.

[That...is probably the first time Adele has ever heard Luke Skywalker swear. He's well and truly angry, honestly.]

You're right.

[It was. She's almost proud. Almost. Were it not for the circumstances.]

I'll tell you the same thing I've told Ben. If you intend to sear- swear like you mean it. As an associate of mine said once, go big or go home.

The Malnosso are mindless bastards, to the one.

Adele.

[He shakes his head]

If I get ahold of any of them, I'll do worse than swear at them. Bil especially.

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For the moment- you cannot.

[Short. Flat. Not unkind, but not coddling.]

This isn't something to be done at them when you are able to do more. It's a very small cathartic release when there's nothing else that you can do.

If you will not, I will. Fuck them. They're meddling bastards.

No, swearing at them cheapens anything I might say.

[He shakes his head angrily]

Why the Battle Dome?

Because we are going to find a more significant means of catharsis. I cannot spar with you- but I can program a shooting range. It is not much, but it is better than nothing. The guns I am most familiar with programming are primitive by your standards but the basic concept is the same. Aim, pull trigger, etc.

[They're not too terribly far at this point. She's already running possible scenarios through her head.]

Shooting...a projectile firearm? You consider that cathartic?

There's something viscerally satisfying in the recoil of a well oiled revolver- and watching the targets shatter. I don't use paper targets. Pottery and ceramics work far better for this. If you'd rather not, we won't. The choice is yours.

Its worth a shot.

[Pun not intended]

It'd be better if I can get myself stable so I don't worry the others too much before heading home. If you think it'll help, lets go for it.

They'll worry for you whether you are stable or not Luke, they know Ami is dear to you and that what's happened is upsetting. Such is the way of things.

[She shrugs and continues on the path, wondering if she could input the code for anything with more explosive ammunition. That always made things a little more bearable.]

I...don't think Anakin and Obi-Wan know. I know Shepard doesn't.

[He probably should tell them, eventually]

So, why firearms?

You have not told them? [Adele pauses mid stride and looks over for a moment. That... was odd, but also Luke's choice.]

I know them well. I have been training with the rapier and saber but am nowhere near your level. That and a friend of mine always took me to a shooting range back home whenever I felt the need to do violence to something. Better a shattered pot than my ex-husband, yes?

It hasn't come up. I figure they suspect, but they have not asked. And Shepard is new.

And yes, I suppose firearms are better aimed at clay than a human being. Though the more I hear about him, the less I like this man.

He was an idiot that made poor choices, I was an idiot that ignored those choices for far too long. It did not end well, but it did end and we're both wiser for it. He knows he cannot stand to remains sober for more than two or three hours at any given time, and I know that vows of fidelity can count for nothing if a man cares little enough.

[She shrugs and holds the door to the dome open for Luke.]

Taking me to the firing range was Remy's way of helping me cope.

Oh? And who's Remy? I've not heard that name before.

A dear friend of mine from back home. Someone I have known my entire life and trust without reservation. He's the one that told me not to marry Robert in the beginning. I really should have listened, but. [She shrugs and walks through, leading Luke to one of the available sim rooms.] He is...a little like Gambit, and a little like Lupin.

Ah, a scoundrel and a rogue.

[Luke nods]

Friendly advice is always wise to listen to, though I guess I can understand why you didn't. I'm in a similar situation right now.

[He shares a weak smile.]

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