Crude Matter Rough Draft 05

[klcthebookworm]

So I think this is my last session for today before my night classes. I got 328 words done in an hour, which isn't bad but isn't my best, and I really just want to be done with this story.

“It wasn’t the Force directly, but the indirect touches with life itself that should be studied.” He stirred the savory contents of his pot before opening the package. “Cilghal will want to study this effect, if the [government body that covers safety/interdictions/quarantines/medical thingys] will lift the interdiction enough for that to happen. The ramifications are fascinating.”

Her head was beginning to pound, the way it usually did when Skywalker was determined to ignore the practical in favor of Force mysticism. She supposed it was comforting that hadn’t changed about the Jedi Master. She curled her hands into fists on her thighs rather than start rubbing her temples. “The ramifications are going to be bad if I grow a dick from landing on this planet.”

“We are more than our crude matter.” He finished pouring the meat chunks into the sizzling pot and started stirring harder. The packaging floated to the garbage container. “You would still be you, like I’m still me in how it counts.”

“Skywalker, tell me what you did to yourself or I’m comming your sister!”