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thefinaljedi) wrote2012-07-28 10:20 pm
thefinaljedi) wrote2012-07-28 10:20 pm
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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.
[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.
[Action, Clinic]
[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.]
[Action, Clinic]
[He probably should tell them, eventually]
So, why firearms?
[Action, Clinic]
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?
[Action, Clinic]
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.
[Action, Clinic]
[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.
[Action, Clinic]
[Action, Clinic]
\[Action, Clinic]
[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.]
[Action, Clinic]
[She lifts a shoulder and leads Luke through the door, setting down her bag on the way to the console.]
Someone advised you not to become involved with Ami?
[Action, Clinic]
[He shakes his head]
No, everyone has only been supportive of us becoming involved. People telling me to not take the disappearance so hard, however. Its hard to listen.
[Action, Clinic]
[Action, Clinic]
[Luke shrugs, her words are what he needs.]
[Action, Clinic]
...
But if nothing else worked.
It's a quick strike, made with enough force to startle, perhaps to sting, but not to leave a lingering hurt. One fast motion with her palm right upside Luke Skywalker's head because he was being a self indulgent idiot.]
Snap out of it.
[Action, Clinic]
That hurt, you know.
[Action, Clinic]
[She pats his shoulder and nods at the range she'd programmed into existence, various guns and ammunition lined up for their use. So she'd pulled some stock notes from military training programs. Sue her.]
[Action, Clinic]
[He shrugs right back]
[Action, Clinic]
[She nods to where she has a pair of MR-73's ready and waiting. It was the one gun with which she was most familiar, and most comfortable. The room was large enough that they wouldn't need headgear, fortunately.]
You flip out the chamber here- [Demonstrates.] Load the cylinder, flip it back in, flip down the safety, aim-
[Adele supports the revolver with both hands, takes a breath, and squeezes the trigger- a pot at the far end of the range shattering.]
And fire.
[Action, Clinic]
Like a blaster, but louder.
[Action, Clinic]
[She just skitters right by that memory and takes aim at another pot, squeezes the trigger, and watches it shatter.]
[Action, Clinic]
[Luke takes two shots in rapid succession, as one would when firing a blaster. They both hit, but one only grazes the target]
They do leave a lot to be desired in the repeating department.
[He eyes a shotgun]
What...is the purpose of that one? Two barrels?
[Action, Clinic]
[She sets the revolver down and moves to the shotgun, snorting a laugh.]
This is for either large slugs- [She holds up one cartridge.] Or for shot that scatters pellets when you pull the trigger. It also has quite the kick.
[Once again she demonstrates how to load, check the safety, brings it to bear and fires at one of the closer target- the report and kick exponentially greater than that of the revolver. It was also twice as satisfying to see the two pots standing side by side shatter.]
[Action, Clinic]
[He picks up another shotgun and loads it as shown, aiming and blasting another pair of near pots, breaking them both]
This...is clearly for tight spaces. I could see a valid place for this in ship boarding.
[Action, Clinic]
[She shrugs and motions to the next gun, a familiar Walther P38.]
I've honestly never cared for shotguns outside of their use for catharsis.
[Action, Clinic]
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[Action, Clinic]