Setting: A spaceport on Naboo.
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The small holdout blaster had felt awkward in Droxine's hands from the moment her uncle gave it to her. She had never used a gun before, nor did she have any desire to, but Uncle Zabka insisted that she needed to have some protection, just in case.
It was tucked away amid the folds of her clothing now, hidden from sight, but it weighed heavily against her body. She couldn't escape the awareness of its presence, the sensation of cold durasteel biting into her skin through the layers of fabric.
She was seated on a bench, her eyes scanning the crowds of travelers for any sign of her uncle. He was supposed to meet her there at the appointed time, but he was already five minutes late. She left her spot to compare her personal chrono with the spaceport's public clock, and found that it was accurate. Dismayed, she hurried back to the bench and sat with her legs crossed, her foot twitching anxiously.
Perhaps something had gone wrong, an accident or some trouble. She hated to consider these possibilities, but it was necessary to prepare for the worst. Uncle Zabka, once a rowdy spacer, was said to have long since left his youthful wild days behind him. She doubted he would be so irresponsible as to get involved in something shady or dangerous now, but she couldn't help dwelling upon his insistence that she take the blaster, "for her own protection". What did she have to fear here, in the middle of a crowded spaceport?
This thread is open to all characters. You can have your character be the cause of Zabka's absence (provided you don't kill him) or interact with Droxine. Whatever you can imagine, go for it.