[As Luke starts carving through some of the trash, he'll hear the familiar buzzing snap of another lightsaber carving through metal. And quite a lot of swearing. A lot of swearing, expletives in Huttese, Sullustan, and Galactic Basic among them, though some may be so dated that it's hard to pick up anything more than intent.]
Yeah! Kriffing...eugh! Is that a bag of diapers!
[And assuming that wave of irritability is not enough to stop him, he'll find himself looking down a slope at a young woman in dark plasteel armor, slogging her way up the trash hill and away from the incinerator as fast as she can. Perhaps more curiously she's carrying a pair of lightsabers, one green and one red, both blazing away as she cuts through trash that gets in her way.
Her eyes flicker up as he comes into view, and her step quickens.]
Look no farther for converters. III-ish
Yeah! Kriffing...eugh! Is that a bag of diapers!
[And assuming that wave of irritability is not enough to stop him, he'll find himself looking down a slope at a young woman in dark plasteel armor, slogging her way up the trash hill and away from the incinerator as fast as she can. Perhaps more curiously she's carrying a pair of lightsabers, one green and one red, both blazing away as she cuts through trash that gets in her way.
Her eyes flicker up as he comes into view, and her step quickens.]
Hells. Skywalker?!