Morality of Action, Wednesday Afternoon

[despisestheforce]

The class had been summoned to the Danger Shop, but no teacher awaited them. Instead, as they stepped through, they would find themselves in a room with blasters and sticks on one side, and what appeared to be a small amount of currency on the other.

The door at the far end of the room was open. It allowed a peek onto what appeared to be some kind of large platform, with tall buildings in the distance, and people walking around going about their lives.

Well, then.

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Step Onto The Platform

[despisestheforce]

It looks like a small hub in the middle of a busy spaceport, speeders flying to and fro. Over the fencing that wards off the edges of the platform, you can see that it is many miles down to the ground.

As soon as you've oriented yourself, you are approached by a beggar. He has a hood pulled clumsily over his eyes, and is pulling his cloak around him, clearly suffering from the cold.

"Can you spare a few credits?"

Re: Step Onto The Platform

[moreofaponchoguy]

Cal knew what he was likely supposed to do, but he had to be himself instead. He had taken a stick and some money, and handed the credits over willingly.

"Of course. Do you have a place to get warm?"

Re: Step Onto The Platform

[despisestheforce]

"Thank you! Thank you," the beggar said, looking around quickly before pocketing the money. "I can-- I can find somewhere, sure."

Re: Step Onto The Platform

[moreofaponchoguy]

"Good. Take care of yourself, all right?" Cal gave the beggar a nod and stepped back, looking around for any trouble.

Re: Step Onto The Platform

[despisestheforce]

Trouble was lurking in the shadows, all right. A group of three men watched the scene from beside a few shipping containers.

They made no move. Yet.

The beggar began to walk away from Cal. Their eyes followed him.