@imfinnaescape
From his first time in the city, Luke had come to realize that his universe had a very specific vernacular: moreover, the things he had come to know were common were actually... not that common. At all. Nobody had wielded lightsabers, or fought stormtroopers, or even knew a thing about The Force. He’d been laughed at and met with skepticism each time, and while it didn’t exactly bother him, it truly made the experience much more polarizing.
So when he heard someone in a busy square animatedly describing what he knew to be a rebel pilot -- the individual appropriately hushing his voice when he said “rebellion” -- it stuck out. Hard to ignore, like a Wampa in a shop of fragiles, even. It wasn’t just something he could walk away from in good faith.
“...Excuse me,” He approached with folded hands, noticing briefly the accused person taking this opportunity to squirm away from the man he addressed. “... Did I hear correctly that you are with...” Just as the other had, Luke quieted his voice even more than his calm demeanor already maintained, “... The Rebel Alliance?”











