[ padmé loads everything but the rifle into the pack and closes it. her hand drifts down the backpack. the technology involved still eludes her comprehension. their suits are feats of engineering, clearly — they also beg uncomfortable question for which she has no answers.
padmé keeps the long rifle in hand. useless without a power pack, but perhaps she will get lucky in the next room. fingers laced through her husband's, she leads the way. ]
I won't take long. If it will take too long to search, I can come back tomorrow.
[ the idea of another tomorrow, here, twists her stomach, but padmé studiously sets it aside, saves it for a time when she has the time. ]
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padmé keeps the long rifle in hand. useless without a power pack, but perhaps she will get lucky in the next room. fingers laced through her husband's, she leads the way. ]
I won't take long. If it will take too long to search, I can come back tomorrow.
[ the idea of another tomorrow, here, twists her stomach, but padmé studiously sets it aside, saves it for a time when she has the time. ]
What have you found?