[No worries! I'm down, it helps set us up in terms of how they work together.]
Luke's head shot up from where he'd been trying to splint up his own leg, cursing himself for not noticing the approaching human. At least, he thought to himself, it wasn't a Tuskan Raider. But what was anyone doing out this far? Only the very brave, very foolish, or both would venture it.
The memory of Ben hurt less, now, and the connection was not lost on him. Thus, he did not immediately recognize the man. Why should he? A resemblance to his first meeting with Kenobi was nostalgia and coincidence, and so the fact the man could be a relative must be, as well.
"Thanks," he called out, sensing no danger from the robed figure. He gestured to his leg, as he remained propped up against the hull of the ship as it lay partially buried in the dune. "I don't know if it's broken, but I know I won't get far once the sun goes down." He squinted up at the sky. "If I make it that long."
There'd been no reply to his distress calls, but partly it could have been the fried circuitry. He had rations, but they weren't meant for hardcore desert travel. A friendly gesture would not be rebuffed.
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Luke's head shot up from where he'd been trying to splint up his own leg, cursing himself for not noticing the approaching human. At least, he thought to himself, it wasn't a Tuskan Raider. But what was anyone doing out this far? Only the very brave, very foolish, or both would venture it.
The memory of Ben hurt less, now, and the connection was not lost on him. Thus, he did not immediately recognize the man. Why should he? A resemblance to his first meeting with Kenobi was nostalgia and coincidence, and so the fact the man could be a relative must be, as well.
"Thanks," he called out, sensing no danger from the robed figure. He gestured to his leg, as he remained propped up against the hull of the ship as it lay partially buried in the dune. "I don't know if it's broken, but I know I won't get far once the sun goes down." He squinted up at the sky. "If I make it that long."
There'd been no reply to his distress calls, but partly it could have been the fried circuitry. He had rations, but they weren't meant for hardcore desert travel. A friendly gesture would not be rebuffed.