Luke leaned to look where the man pointed, brow furrowing as a familiar rock formation presented itself. He glanced thirty degrees to the north, locating a patch of dunes he had expected. And frowned.
This was getting too weird. If he was where he thought he was, this man was living in roughly the place Ben Kenobi had, and the thought that someone had taken over that rude little hut filled him with the sort of righteous indignation reserved for temple desecration. But he bit it back, knowing that his situation was serious, his information incomplete, and this man had, so far, shown him nothing but a compassion he had not been obligated to.
"Thank you," he said, focusing on the man again. "I'm sorry to impose, but my ship's hyperdrive got scrambled somehow during my last jump. Even my R2 unit has some sort of ion storm damage." He thrust himself off the side of the ship after bending carefully to grab his survival pack. Glancing up at R2, he frowned. "How's Jawa activity, lately?"
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This was getting too weird. If he was where he thought he was, this man was living in roughly the place Ben Kenobi had, and the thought that someone had taken over that rude little hut filled him with the sort of righteous indignation reserved for temple desecration. But he bit it back, knowing that his situation was serious, his information incomplete, and this man had, so far, shown him nothing but a compassion he had not been obligated to.
"Thank you," he said, focusing on the man again. "I'm sorry to impose, but my ship's hyperdrive got scrambled somehow during my last jump. Even my R2 unit has some sort of ion storm damage." He thrust himself off the side of the ship after bending carefully to grab his survival pack. Glancing up at R2, he frowned. "How's Jawa activity, lately?"