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(pre-) poor little wheeze wheeze ([personal profile] apoptotic) wrote in [community profile] epidemiology 2017-05-05 03:48 am (UTC)

[ anakin is immediately behind, finding the way a little tighter — for a second he's stuck — then he stumbles inside the room, lightsaber flashing to his hand. he inhales through parted lips.

had he spent a little more time on earth — had he bothered with images of history — he may have drawn the comparison between the contents of the room and earth technology in the 1950s. thick-screened monitors, many of which flash scarlet warnings, countless connecting tubes…and a thing that can only be the timeline.

any sense of awe or expectation is cut short by the figure near the massive body. in the force, anakin seizes it, meaning to squeeze it into scrap. to his surprise,
it thins, threads pulling apart, until collapsing into hundreds of little droids. he has little time to wonder before it has swarmed. whether to escape or attack makes no difference.
]

Can you compress it to one area?! [ he calls to his companion. the lightsaber carves brilliant arcs through the air to prevent either. melted and melting pieces dink against the floor. ]

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