Anakin is...baffled. And on edge. Last he was aware, he had passed away, become fully one with the Force. Leaving the galaxy in the trustworthy hands of his children and their friends. To be alive again, and in this accursed body no less...
But at least he is still himself. He still has the Force...and he has his right hand again. Small comfort. So, he carefully glances at the photographs, curious at how flat they appear to be. Some ancient form of portraits dating back to pre-holo technology, perhaps? This place certainly seems to pre-date most of the technology that he is familiar with, complete with actual books.
It feels...homely, if a bit quaint. With a heavy step, he approaches the desk, catching the familiar wiff of caf with his nose. And very high quality caf at that. Clearly, this is some kind of official's place that he's found himself in. "...normally, I would expect an invitation ahead of time," He snarks to himself.
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But at least he is still himself. He still has the Force...and he has his right hand again. Small comfort. So, he carefully glances at the photographs, curious at how flat they appear to be. Some ancient form of portraits dating back to pre-holo technology, perhaps? This place certainly seems to pre-date most of the technology that he is familiar with, complete with actual books.
It feels...homely, if a bit quaint. With a heavy step, he approaches the desk, catching the familiar wiff of caf with his nose. And very high quality caf at that. Clearly, this is some kind of official's place that he's found himself in. "...normally, I would expect an invitation ahead of time," He snarks to himself.