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Padmé & Sam

[democratically]

From here

[It is a rock and a hard place, yet she has been in such situations before. More than she likely should have been. Still, with a wary eye cast over to him, uncertain of his own intentions, Padmé does glance back towards the newcomer.]

Hello? [Although there doesn't appear to be any recognition at the words.] My name is Padmé, and yours?

[There is a pause, and Padmé watches, wary despite the pain, still confused by the whole situation. Everything ahs been happening too fast. The birth of her children. Arriving here. Finding herself in this place. For a moment she thinks that maybe, just maybe, there is going to be a reply, yet the sudden lurch forward of the stranger has Padmé skirting, placing a small table between her and the weapon wielding stranger.

Not that the other man isn't a stranger as well, yet at the moment, he isn't swinging a weapon at her head.]

[jetburst]

[ That's the only incentive Sam requires to step up to the proverbial plate. There's no question which life he'll value in this scenario: the aggressor, or the diplomat?

With his weapon in hand, he turns towards the newcomer with the weapon and quirks a wry smile in a silent 'you asked for it.' It's the only warning he provides before cleaving the other neatly in two, sighing as he shoves the program-turned-corpse to the side. ]

Neither of us can say that we didn't try.

[ Her principles are safe, is what he intends to say. Despite everything, he still laughs. ]

Now, are you gonna try again, or should I look for a weapon for you to fight with?

[democratically]

[It is enough to still her, feeling her heart deeply beating against her chest. She is no stranger to combat, having been involved in several conflicts over the years, but she does still value life. Yet, that doesn't mean that she will condone his actions.]

No, but I do feel I owe you a thanks.

[Who, or what... And why? Rarely has she simply been attacked in such a manner, especially by a complete stranger who has no issue with her.]

I won't say I won't try again, but... A weapon may well be beneficial.

[jetburst]

If you'd like.

[ He says to her first assertion, with more than a degree of cheer in his lilt. Another enemy steps up towards them, metal bat raised, but Sam turns and grabs hold of their weapon before it can be brought down for a blow. ]

—Ah, maybe this'll do for now.

[ Bat pilfered after a wrench of fingers to wrist, Sam dispatches their aggressor with a heavy kick and a sigh; he's not exactly in the mood to keep humoring small fry, but here he is.

When the coast is clear, he hands Padmé the bat. ]

Aim right, and you won't have to kill anyone.