I feel like I can take on the whole Empire myself!

[taggingwomprats]

 Date: Various; post-zombie
Location: Various
Characters: Luke Skywalker, open.
Summary: Being a fairly friendly guy and preparing for the mini-rebellion. 
Warnings: NAIVE IDEALISM

A. Corridors between the Ag-Wing and Housing

[The first thing he'd done after the zombie attack was catch up on sleep. The second was to get back out on the job. The weapons fire hadn't exactly been kind to the hallways or to some of the systems, so someone had to jury-rig them back into something resembling order. The cleaning was the easy part - making sure the knocked out lights and holes in the wall were patched up was more difficult. After all, it wasn't like they had a giant surplus of spare parts lying around. 

Good thing he's used to working less. 

He can be found trying to weld a ragged patch over some bullet holes. He might also have a bit too much wiring and spare odds and ends in his toolbox than is strictly necessary for the job's he's doing.] 

B. The Observatory


[Even Luke needs a break sometimes. He finds a spot in the observatory where he can watch the stars and settles in to relax for a bit. After a few moments, he pulls a small, model-sized X-Wing out of his pocket and uses his hand to take it through a few random maneuvers before he gives a little snort, a shake of his head and stuffs it back in his pocket. He has a lot to think about. Especially considering what he's about to do. Mostly to himself, but half to anyone in the room, he speaks up.]

None of those stars look familiar. It's strange....

Comments

a

[oncearanger]

[Billy steps up and silently passes Luke the wire cutters when he sees they'll come in handy.]

It's really a mess, isn't it?

[taggingwomprats]

[Luke gives Billy a thankful nod and leans in to try and make a few adjustments.]

Tell me about it. Especially with supplies this tight...

[He glances back at Billy, then down at his work.]

I'm Luke.

[oncearanger]

Billy. I think I've worked on some base repair projects for you, but we've been so busy it's been difficult to meet.

B - I could use more naive idealism ^^

[deadlybanker]

[The young man playing with the toy did not really attract much attention, at least not until he spoke. Giovanni had been quietly sitting in one of the observatory chairs towards the back of the room with a book on space travel open on his lap. At the words he sat a finger on the page to maintain his place in the book and looked up through the glass. It was still odd to find himself out here surrounded by stars and with the Earth looking back at him.]

We are seeing them from a different angel. Looking up at them from the planet they would appear to be in different places than they do from the moon.

[taggingwomprats]

Well, it's not really that...

[Luke glances up with a shrug.]

...they're not even like the one's from my home. They're all in different places and the constellations are different. We're in a whole other galaxy.

[deadlybanker]

Galaxy?

[A page in the book was flipped to, then another, as just what that term meant was searched for. Millions of light years away there could be other people and worlds? It did explain why there were so many unique individuals here.]

To think space is so large... It must be even more odd for you to be trapped here on our moon, away from even the planet you knew.

B-cause every idealist needs a bit of crushing y/y?

[horncrown]

[ Well. Wasn't that a pleasant welcoming. He couldn't complain too much. Pulled away from victory and tossed right into a mindless invasion of violence. Somehow it evened out, a little. It satisfied him momentarily at least.

Maul took to wandering - keeping an interested ear out on what he could hear and an eye out for what he could read - after the 'calm' came. If he was to fight for this mess then he desired to know precisely who and what he was fighting for and against. Just in case he thought his 'loyalties' would be better placed elsewhere.

However, a presence in the Force yanked him from his wandering and toward the Observatory. Powerful, he thinks. More powerful than Master Sidious. That was impressive.

Oh, don't mind him. Staring at you from across the room. ]

aw snap

[taggingwomprats]

[Luke's attention wanders as he feels something very much like a chill run down his spine. It's not a pleasant feeling. In fact, it reminds him far too much of the cave on Dagobah. The hair on the back of his neck stands up and he glances around the room, looking for a possible source - well, it might be the ominous looking fellow staring at him. Luke frowns and slowly pushes to his feet.

He has his lightsaber on his belt, but he doesn't reach for it.

Not yet, anyway.]

[horncrown]

[ He looks the man down. There was no question that this human was from his galaxy. A Force user. A Jedi, to be precise. Not difficult to deduce. he was no darksider and he was no Sith.

The Iridonian steps forward a bit with a slight tug at the corner of one side of his lips. He was not cloaked. The damaged saberstaff that now looked like a regular single-blade hung from his own belt easy to see. ]

What could that mean, I wonder. [ Sarcasm, clearly. Although the tone doesn't betray it. ]

b

[colur]

[ At manners school Eilonwy was taught to always look like she was going somewhere, even if she had no idea where that might be. This was one of the few princess-skills that came to her naturally, unlike sitting still or embroidering flowers. So, when she walks into the observatory, it is with determination, though she has no actual plans whatsoever.

Then she sees Luke in the observatory. He seems to be lost in his own thoughts, but Eilonwy does not notice. ]

You!

[taggingwomprats]

[Luke's startled out of his own reflections by Eilonwy's shout and he glances up with a startled blink. It takes him a moment to place her and then he clambers to his feet, hands lifted in a gesture of mollification.]

Uh, hi. Look, about the last time we met...

[colur]

[ She knows he probably wasn't in control of himself. She knows how that feels, even— or what it feels like, afterward. Her mind won't let her remember when Arwen used her as a puppet, but Eilonwy knows that she was cruel to her friends. And she knows that they forgave her.

But people do not always act upon what they know, but what they feel, and she can't help but be a little mad. ]

Well?

[ She's tapping her foot. Expecting an apology, not knowing how to ask for one. ]

b

[irritating]

They don't look right to me either.

[ When did she even show up, who knows. But in any case Apollo is here in the Observatory too, pretty much hovering over his shoulder right now because what are manners. She had seen him play with the little model and heard him thinking out loud, so she took that as opening enough to speak up herself. ]

I ain't a spacey science freak or anything but I've slept out in the wilderness enough to notice patterns and shit. [ A beat. ] What was that little thing you had just now?

[taggingwomprats]

Well, at least I'm not the only one.

[Luke glances up. He's a bit startled, but he's also used to not having a whole lot of privacy. He tilts his head back so he can get a better look at her.]

What, this?

[He digs the tiny X-wing out and holds it up. It actually looks like it has heft to it.]

It's an X-Wing. Well, a model of one, anyway. They gave it to me when I got here.

[irritating]

Yeah, that!

[ She looks friendly enough, disrespect for privacy and personal space aside. Trinkets tend to intrigue her, so she smiles and leans in a bit closer to inspect it, going so far as to give it a poke. ]

What does it do?

b; /slides in here all mutineer-like.

[givetheslip]

[Maria is weary from everything that's happened, and still more than a little disgusted at their imprisonment here. Yet she can't think of much she can do about it, all by herself. It's been a long time since she felt helpless and it turns out she doesn't like the feeling any better now than she had in her younger days.

At least the observatory is a pleasant enough place to walk and stew in her own thoughts. She almost doesn't notice she's not alone until the young man speaks, catching her attention.]

Do you spend a lot of time looking at the stars where you're from?

[taggingwomprats]

[Luke laughs and shoots a grin in Maria's direction.]

Kind of. I do a lot of space travel, so... you get a chance to see a lot of them.

[givetheslip]

Oh.

[That sort of thing should have ceased startling her by now, but it's still such a foreign notion...despite living on the moon herself now. After a moment, though, she shakes his head and smiles.]

Sorry. I'm not used to hearing about that kind of thing. I'm afraid I'm rather behind the times compared to many of the people here.

mini rebellion mate here! B

[the_human]

[There was a pair of eyes watching Luke as he played around with his X-Wing. Not creepily, okay, he's not a creeper, just-- interested. He's like the only kid on here, okay, and anyone even remotely approaching kid-like behaviors is interesting.

When he speaks, Finn pops out.]

Well, we're on the moon! I mean, probably you're used to seeing junk from earth and stuff. And in different times. And places. And stuff. So.

[taggingwomprats]

[Luke starts and gives Finn a curious look.]

I think I'm just in the wrong galaxy, actually. Definitely a different time...

[the_human]

What's a galaxy?

a

[motherofnemesis]

[ She crouches down beside him without preamble or warning, holding something in place for him a little more securely.

Talking isn't particularly her strong suit at the best of times, and these aren't the best of times. But she gives him a nod and her hands are firm and steady. ]

[taggingwomprats]

[Luke starts and then shoots her a wry smile as he leans into his work and tries to get the plate soldered back on.]

Thanks. Haven't seen you in a while...

[In fact, the last time he remembers seeing her was handing out repair assignments.]

You make it through that mess alright?

B

[mach_n_roll]

Yeah, they don't look right to me either.

[What was that? If Luke looks, he will find a smallish, quill-covered blue... person in red sneakers speaking in his direction. He takes a few more steps, looking upward in the dim reddish glow of darkvision lighting.]

'S close, but no cigar... I guess this means you're not from an Earth at all, huh?

laaaate, sorry

[taggingwomprats]

[This honestly isn't the weirdest thing Luke has ever had happen to me.]

Nope. Never heard of it until I came here.