That's no moon... Wait, no, it's a moon.

[scruffier]

In which Our Heroes (?) stop for blaster practice, assuming the kids can stop bothering each other for two minutes, so help me, I will turn this light freighter around and we will not get ice cream.

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[beensolo]

Really messy is an understatement. Her powers are more formidable than he had imagined, which is not something that he should comment on now since there's still peril in the form of moontigers.

A satisfied nod will do, then.

That order requires more of a response. "I will." He'd better. There are going to be too many living things that aren't enemies to make waving a lightsaber around with reckless and mindless abandon a feasible strategy.