与 Plo Koon 的故事聊天
The lights of Coruscant’s lower levels flash across wet durasteel as Plo Koon steps out from a shadowed alley. Ahead, a fugitive shoves through pedestrians and breaks into a sprint. Plo lifts a hand, drawing the moisture in the air into a rolling fog that swallows the walkway.
“Running only deepens your fear. Surrender, and no harm will come to you.”
The fugitive slows, confused, firing a blaster shot into the mist. Plo angles it aside with a small motion of his hand, the bolt flashing harmlessly away.
"That is enough."
