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Meet-n-Greet

After being released from stasis, having the slime removed from their bodies and clothed in the creepy, pulsing leaf-suit that everyone wore, and being taken to the Weapons & Possessions lockers to collect their belongings, the new arrivals would find themselves standing in the Observation Deck. Round windows lined the fleshy walls, revealing the bright display of lights that was inter-dimensional travel. They would also discover that there were people--members of the command staff and crew that had woken earlier--waiting for them.

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"Aw man, I wish I had something for you to autograph..." Owen sulked momentarily, before extending a hand. "Master Skywalker, nice to meetcha. Owen Mercer, freelance adventurer. Currently ten kinds of freaking out over meeting a pop-culture LEGEND."

Luke took the offered hand and shook it firmly, still smiling. Excitement and happiness radiating out into the Force from this person washed over him in waves. It really was a nice change. "It's nice to meet you too, Owen. That was my uncle's name." He thought back fondly on his aunt and uncle, with the twinge of sadness that they'd died in the way they did.

He grins. "I know. I know all kinds of stuff about you. Where I'm from... man, I mean... the stories about you.. they just go on and ON."

His eyes lock in on the lightsaber at his hip. "Oh wow... that's... that's your lightsaber, isn't it?"

Don't ask if you can take it apart. It would be SO rude to ask that.

But I WANT to! I want to build a lightsaberang!

NO!

By now, Luke thought, if the stories about him, Leia, and Han hadn't reached the Vong's galaxy he'd be very surprised. "The stories don't often carry information about my family," he said quietly. "And they often embellish things that were actually very boring." Or very unpleasant.

Giving himself a little shake--the negative feelings around him were clearly filtering through right now while he himself was confused and disorientated--Luke reached down and unclipped the lightsaber from his belt. "Yes it is," he said, smiling at the familiar weight of it in his hand.

"You'd be surprised what kind of details are gone into. I mean, I'm not even a really crazed fan, but I know my share I think."

Owen was looking at the lightsaber like a starving rancor at a three-legged womp-rat.

"Man... all that power and energy-efficiency in such a tiny package. Must be something.. the mechanics of it..." He let out an appreciative whistle, palming one of his boomerangs. "I mean, I manage my own arsenal pretty well, but... DUDE. It's a lightsaber."

"They're not always as effective as they're made out to be," Luke said, thinking of the crab-shell armor that the Vong had used, and Mandalorian armor that even a lightsaber couldn't slice through easily. "Your weapons look better for long-range attacks anyway. Without throwing this thing--" he indicated his lightsaber "--you don't have that."

"Well I'll grant you that, but ranged fighting isn't anythin' a few good Force assisted saber throws couldn't cover. Heck, go Old Republic on their asses and keep a short-hilted one as backup to send out, an' keep your standard one for up close." Owen says it all with a grin, hours and hours of Wookiepedia coming back to him.

He then realizes what a know-it-all he must be coming off as. "Or you could just... y'know... ignore me shooting my mouth off." He coughs nervously into his hand. "Sorry.. guess you could call me a Force enthusiast. Likewise for lightsaber combat."

"Well, I've used a shoto before, sure... but it was against an opponent with a lightwhip. I never thought about using it like a thrown vibroblade." The kid was obviously a historian of the Jedi Order, like Tionne Solusar, not without a liberal dose of hero-worship. Well, he couldn't hurt himself with that. "There's nothing wrong with learning about the Order, Owen. Knowledge is worth having."

Owen practically blushed.

Oh shut up, Luke Skywalker is on the Approved Man-Crush list. Totally okay.

"Thanks." He grinned, and felt he could resume. "But I mean.. that's the big thing. You're not limited to just one throw after all, you can keep it in motion." He held one of his boomerangs as a sword hilt, gesturing with his other hand to represent moving the secondary lightsaber.

"I know you wouldn't actually need a hand free to move other objects, but I'm just trying to illustrate." He smiles sheepishly. "Can't believe I'm actually trying to give combat pointers to Luke Skywalker." He looked between his boomerang and the lightsaber, muttering under his breath. "Man.. th' things I could do with the specs for one of them.."

"Well, I'm always open to new ideas," Luke said. "Who knows, it might come in handy sometime, and then I'd be glad I learned it. But telekinesis in battle is more difficult than it seems, you can get interrupted in the middle of it and then a free weapon will be laying around..."

Owen nods. "Yeah... I see what you're sayin'.." Already his gadget-brain was working a way around that. "You could probably stop the effectiveness of someone just nabbing it by making the on-off switch internal though." He chuckles. "Kind of like a child-safety lock, except to protect non-Jedi from themselves."

He finally started collecting himself a bit. "So... don't suppose this whole place is familiar to you at all? Seems like there's a mixed bunch of origin points for everyone here so far.."

"I've got no idea where this place is," Luke said, though he was thinking curiously about how one would make a weapon that would only activate if a Force-user picked it up. It might be like the StealthXs, designed for Jedi pilots...

He put it out of his mind for now. "I woke up clueless and covered in goo."

"Same level as me then." Owen shrugs. "One minute I'm on my way back to Earth, deciding I've had enough of the new boss showing up and deciding we who've been on the squad for months need to re-audition and pass HIS tests..." He trails off, mumbling. "Next thing I'm falling out of some slime-pod, NAKED."

He lets out a huff, then shrugs. "Been through weirder though. Least my scarf was still here."

"Yeah, I've definitely seen some strange stuff. This is almost at the top of that list..." Luke clipped his lightsaber back onto his belt and shifted his weight onto one leg. The plantsuit immediately shifted too--he could feel it--the veins pulsing more strongly on that leg.

"Yeah... it's creepy, I know." Owen grimaces, then pauses. "Hey... do you like... umm..." He cringes. "Are these suits thinking or anything?"

"I don't think so," Luke prodded his own suit's midsection. "They're... alive, sort of, but they're not really sentient, you see?"

Owen shrugged, rubbing the back of his head. "I guess that's a relief.. still kinda awkward though." He grimaces. "So... you're the one who's done it a few times already.. any advice on saving the universe?"

"Bring your friends," Luke said immediately. "Nothing I did I could have accomplished without my friends there to watch my back."

"Friends... yeah, cuz I'm practically tripping over them." He grimaced. "Sound advice though, by the... well, sound of it."

"It is," Luke said solemnly. "That, and most of the saving involves a great deal of loss. You can't save everyone..." He sighed. "No matter how you try. They must want to themselves."

Owen laughed sardonically. "Dude... remind me to tell you how I got started on the whole 'hero' thing in the first place sometime; if you wanna start talking about loss."

Luke stared at him a moment, then smiled, a small, somewhat sad smile. "How about we meet up sometime later when we're not confused and unsettled by these suits?"

"We just came out of slime-pods on a giant living ship, and we're wearing salad for clothing. How soon are you honestly anticipating 'not confused'?" Owen cracks a snarky grin.

"Depends on how fast you adjust, I'd think," Luke said, grinning back. "I'm sure we'll run into each other sooner or later. I mean, it's a ship--there aren't many places to hide!"

"I'll be looking forward to it." Owen nods, raising a hand in farewell. "Hope I can take a look at that lightsaber some time. It's almost as legendary as it's owner." He chuckles and wanders off.

Dude, not cool.

What? It's not like I asked to take it apart.

But you WANT to.

Shut up.

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