Coruscant Guard Office
Fox: [Walks in with his arm in a cast.]
Stone: Oh no. What happened?
Fox: Don’t worry about it. I’m fine.
Thire: Yeah, Force Stone, back off. Leave the guy alone. [Leans around desk to watch Fox walk into his office and close the door behind him. Drops into a whisper when door closes and starts gesturing with his hands.] Alright, everybody, huddle up. Everybody, bring it in, bring it in.
Thire: So he wouldn’t say what happened, which can only mean one thing.
Thorn: He’s in a Fight Club.
Thire: No. He did it to himself doing something he’s embarrassed by. Like smiling. The only question is how do you hurt your arm smiling?
Quinlan: Could be a sports injury. I sprained my wrist in playing little league grav ball.
Thorn: Cadet’s grav ball?
Stone: Don’t encourage him Thorn. It makes Vos think he works here if you engage.
Quinlan: [Ignoring Stone.] Yeah. Much more violent then the adult games. A bunch of feral Jedi kids with Force powers getting to enact violence on each other for the first time.
Fox: Attention everyone. I can hear you speculating on the nature and origin of my injury from my office. I tripped over an uneven sidewalk. I did not think it was relevant to your jobs. The jobs which you should all be doing. Right. Now. Get to work. Vos leave.Â
Guard: [Disperses.]
Fox: [Approaches Thire.]Â Do you want to know how I actually hurt my wrist?
