Who: Anakin Solo - OPEN What: Anakin's dead. He's pretty sure he's dead. He's less sure where he is (or ... isn't). When: evening Where: streets Rating: TBA Status: in progress
Anakin wasn't sure what he'd been expecting from death. Maybe nothing -- a real end to existence, or his part in it anyway. Maybe an afterlife as a Force ghost, offering occasional cryptic hints to his brother and sister. (And boy, would Jacen have loved that, he thought.) Or maybe a place, like in stories: somewhere to meet his grandfather, Obi-Wan Kenobi, all the Jedi and others who'd died before him.
All right, he was in a place of some kind, so he'd apparently been hit with option three. He just hadn't expected it to look like some district of Coruscant after a bad Imperial attack.
Nor had he been expecting to be quite so corporeal (and sore).
He stopped at another cross-street and leaned against a broken streetlight. Moving his lightsaber to his left hand, he reached out almost idly in the Force to see if he could fix the light -- but no, like all his other attempts to reach out, shifting his attention from his injuries wasn't an option. They didn't seem as bad as they had on the worldship (because he was dead? because giving himself to the Force had healed him? he wasn't sure), but they were enough to significantly distract him, especially with no immediate danger around.
He would deal with those first, then, and reduce this near-blindness. Still half-leaning on the streetlight, he sat cross-legged on the ground with his lightsaber in his lap and reached inwards to see what he could do with the Force and no bacta.