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nexus_sages2016-02-15 11:58 am
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Anxious Smuggler's Arrival ...
Han awakes with a start when the Millennium Falcon makes the familiar groans that the old YT-1300 tends to make when it drops out of light speed. As if the metal and the collective components that made up his beloved ship could somehow be catching it's breath.
Rubbing the sleep out of the eyes, the pilot peers at the planet-scape before him. He can't put his finger on it, but right away, this place doesn't feel like anywhere Han had ever been before. It looks unassuming enough, but it definitely doesn't resemble Kashyyyk, which is where he was supposed to be headed.
Before he can even begin to look down at the navigation panel and confirm that he didn't make an error calculating his jump, he hears a low pitch chime. A chime that tells him that this place that he's in, wherever it is, is uncharted in the Falcon's navi-computer. Which is slightly unsettling because if there's one thing he doesn't sacrifice on this ship, it's the navigation. He updates his system frequently and honestly, prides himself on the detail and complexities of his maps.
Followed slightly after the 'uncharted space' ding comes another chime that he's not happy to hear. It's the one that indicates 'low fuel'. This time Han is the one groaning as sets his communications instruments to scan for open signals. He's gonna have to land here. And he doesn't know a thing about this place.
It should be a matter of seconds before they find a channel or the planet's own airspace comm hails him. A good thirty seconds pass and nothing. Then a full minute.
His lip reflexively starts to curl into a frown. 'Is this place uninhabited?' He wonders. Han's not sure that he has enough fuel to jump somewhere else because he has no idea where he actually is, but that would be his preference right about now.
Shit.
As the Falcon starts to drift closer to the planet, he can see terrain and water. It looks like a planet that can sustain life. That's something good, at least, but his empty stomach starts to churn with worry all the same. He wishes Chewie was here. Not that the wookie could do anything to make the situation any better, but, at least he wouldn't be ... you know, alone.
As the ship lowers into the planet's gravity, the pilot looks on desperately for civilization at least. Having to land on a planet and then needing to discover and refine your own fuel, by yourself, would be a nightmare. When he starts to see buildings and something of a city, he breathes a sigh of moderate relief.
He gets the ship on terra, a mile or two away from the outskirts of this place. With no means to hide his ship, he has to trust that it will be relatively safe here for the time being.
He grabs a breathing mask, fits it to his face, and with blaster in hand, leaves the Falcon behind.
He starts into town toward the forum, the centralized area and hopefully a marketplace, where he sees other figures lurking about.
((Hi everyone. New here. Have a Star Wars muse? He's been lurking at some dressing rooms, but we're looking for a regular place to play. Anyone's welcome to tag him.))
Rubbing the sleep out of the eyes, the pilot peers at the planet-scape before him. He can't put his finger on it, but right away, this place doesn't feel like anywhere Han had ever been before. It looks unassuming enough, but it definitely doesn't resemble Kashyyyk, which is where he was supposed to be headed.
Before he can even begin to look down at the navigation panel and confirm that he didn't make an error calculating his jump, he hears a low pitch chime. A chime that tells him that this place that he's in, wherever it is, is uncharted in the Falcon's navi-computer. Which is slightly unsettling because if there's one thing he doesn't sacrifice on this ship, it's the navigation. He updates his system frequently and honestly, prides himself on the detail and complexities of his maps.
Followed slightly after the 'uncharted space' ding comes another chime that he's not happy to hear. It's the one that indicates 'low fuel'. This time Han is the one groaning as sets his communications instruments to scan for open signals. He's gonna have to land here. And he doesn't know a thing about this place.
It should be a matter of seconds before they find a channel or the planet's own airspace comm hails him. A good thirty seconds pass and nothing. Then a full minute.
His lip reflexively starts to curl into a frown. 'Is this place uninhabited?' He wonders. Han's not sure that he has enough fuel to jump somewhere else because he has no idea where he actually is, but that would be his preference right about now.
Shit.
As the Falcon starts to drift closer to the planet, he can see terrain and water. It looks like a planet that can sustain life. That's something good, at least, but his empty stomach starts to churn with worry all the same. He wishes Chewie was here. Not that the wookie could do anything to make the situation any better, but, at least he wouldn't be ... you know, alone.
As the ship lowers into the planet's gravity, the pilot looks on desperately for civilization at least. Having to land on a planet and then needing to discover and refine your own fuel, by yourself, would be a nightmare. When he starts to see buildings and something of a city, he breathes a sigh of moderate relief.
He gets the ship on terra, a mile or two away from the outskirts of this place. With no means to hide his ship, he has to trust that it will be relatively safe here for the time being.
He grabs a breathing mask, fits it to his face, and with blaster in hand, leaves the Falcon behind.
He starts into town toward the forum, the centralized area and hopefully a marketplace, where he sees other figures lurking about.
((Hi everyone. New here. Have a Star Wars muse? He's been lurking at some dressing rooms, but we're looking for a regular place to play. Anyone's welcome to tag him.))
Heck yes
You'll learn. When in Rome--wait that metaphor doesn't work. When on...uhm. Well, shit. Josh never was as much of a nerd as his friend.
"If it makes ya feel any better, you didn't wind up here half dead or with a broken leg." Shrug. "Good on you, man. You lost, or what?" Trying to get back to the three little piggies or wherever CrazyTown is taking Josh today.
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Except ...
Did he just ask if he was lost? Han Solo? Lost?! The very idea of it is
absolutely trueabsurd!"I'm not lost." Han says, though whom he might be trying to convince of that is open for debate. "I ran low on fuel. Dropped out of hyperspace here."
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"Okay." That's it. No quips, no smart ass remarks. Just...'okay.' Josh turns and starts walking that way. It isn't until he realizes that Han is still standing there that Josh looks over his shoulder. "You coming or what?"
Something isn't right here. Voices don't linger around and stare at him, don't ask for mundane things. They taunt and jibe and fill his senses with blood and gore. This...this is practically normal. Which means.
No. Fucking. Way.
Josh turns back and walks right up to Han, looking very confused. Pokes him gently in the arm. Solid, son. And probably thinks you're nuts. Or want to fight in which case this is gonna hurt.
"Sorry, I just..." How do you explain this without sounding certifiably nuts? "I thought you were someone else, for a minute. Just clicked that I've been chatting to a stranger instead of a semi-stranger." Nailed it.
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One thing he doesn't want to do is startle a guy that's on something. Best to just play nice with those types. Least until you know what you're dealing with, though, he's glad to have his blaster. Just saying.
"Well, I'm Han." He says, with a little less attitude than he used on him before. "If you tell me your name, we can be semi-acquaintances."
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He's also unarmed and just got done almost starving to death before he got here, so a stiff breeze could take this guy down. Cold weather clothes make it harder to tell though.
"Josh." He holds out his hand to shake, gives a small half smile. "I know where the commercial district is. They'll have fuel there. They've got everything else." Up to and including guns that shoot smaller guns. Truly a more comprehensive market will never exist anywhere else.
"Have you been given the welcome speech yet? The 'folks come here from every kinda world' schpiel? There's even a pamphlet." He points to a couple stands of them. And the signs. The welcome signs are everywhere in the forum.
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Something about this person, he ... he doesn't know. Han supposes he kinda pitties him. Probably due to the leanness of his face. It looks like this guy hasn't been eating well for a number of weeks and that, he can actually relate to. Not since he was a boy, but ... anyway, it's a connection he has to this guy.
"Yeah, I heard most of it." He says with a frown. "Anything you wish someone would have told you sooner about this place?"
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"Can't hurt people here. Physically. Like, I turn around and punch your nose in? Won't connect. You try to shoot me, gun's gonna jam. But if I turned around and used some kind of drug on you? Some kind of..I don't even know. Magic? Messed with your head? It'd work."
He inhales sharply and shakes his head.
"Don't think they can't hurt you just because they can't make you bleed in this place." A pause. "And no, I've got no idea how that whole non violence shit works. Kind of wish it didn't, so I could deck anyone out trying to mess with me."
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"Mess with your head?" It's hard for him to wrap his head around that. It sounds too much like, the force, or something and he's really into denying all of that shit. It just makes him feel like, falling into those beliefs, make him less in control of his own environment. His own destiny, even.
Still, Josh is so damn earnest in his warning, that some part of his subconscious is filing that away as 'good advice'.
"I'd want to hit someone trying to do that, too."
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Compared to what Han's lived through, Josh's struggles with mental illness are laughable. It's the circumstances that led to him being stuck here that are extra ordinary. The creatures on the mountain that changed..well..everything.
"I don't know how to describe it," Josh admits. "And for the most part? Like everyone here is super crazy nice. I don't want you to be looking over your shoulder at every turn or nothing. I'm crazy new here myself." Sleeping outdoors and stealing what he can to get by. Even rich kids are just people when they get stripped clean.
"But there's folks I know from my world. Here. And one of them....you don't want to mess with."
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At least, until they Disney up his backstory into something completely different.It's made his impact on him in some subtle ways and a few not so subtle ones. We've all got our baggage, though."Tell me about him."
Might as well learn something while they find this market. He's not sure what he would otherwise know to say to Josh, yet. He can't relate to being rich or having mental illness.
The facts of being Disney
"Can we...like...not? Actually?" Josh is trying, but bringing that guy up means bringing up a lot of things Josh can't handle right now. He's forcing a smile. A big one, as if he really means it and to a degree, he does. This guy is Han Solo. How cool is that?
"How about you tell me about space? Instead. There's not a lot of that, where I'm from. Space travel. We can look hella far out there, and we've send drones to all sorts of places. But no hyperdrive, no touring the galaxy. All we are is one planet and whatever else is out there? Not a damn clue."
Right?? It's definitely a mixed blessing.
Han says outloud. Being able to travel through it has always been a given in his life. The first 'home' he can remember, was literally a freighter not that much bigger than the one he pilots now. It seems like such a vast and yet, straight forward thing to talk about from his perspective.
"Being able to fly through it makes you free." That's a surprisingly real answer from him, by the way. Even if it doesn't sound like much. "Nothing can hold you down when you're able to pilot a ship. There's no situation you can't escape from, with enough planning."
"Otherwise it's real quiet. You're alone with your thoughts a lot. A lot of the hardest parts of travel are the things you wouldn't necessarily think of, like, being able to know how much food you'll need to make it through your whole trip."
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"It always looked so damn cool in the stories." He almost said movies, but he's sure that word will mean nothing to the captain. "We imagine what it's like a lot, you know? What kind of life could be out there, what humans would do in space. There's so many stories. But that's....all they are."
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"You guys fantasize about getting out into space." He clairfies. Granted, he probably would too, if he couldn't get there. "I mean, even where I'm from, most people don't live in space unless you're in the military. Even a smuggler like myself is only in space to get from 'point a' to 'point b.'"
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He's seen beatiful words of all kinds. Met tons of people. Made money. Got drunk and rowdy. And best of all, when he gets bored, he just gets in his ship and goes on to the next place.
"There are ups and downs, though, like anything."
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"Swipe your finger across the screen to get em to move....That's where I'm from."
Canada's a pretty great palce until the monsters show up.
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After the inital, what the fuck is this, moment. He doesn't what he's commanded. Swipe and there's a picture. Swipe and there's another picture. Congrats. Han now assumes that everyone has a picture frame in their pocket.
"It looks cold there." He muses. "And open. Undeveloped. Reminds me of Hoth."
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"Nevermind. Point is, there's cities too. I just preferred the lodge...until recently, I guess. The planet had all kinds of terrain though. Mountains, deserts, oceans, jungles. Crazy diverse place. It'd blow your mind, man." A pause, thoughtful and conversational.
"No sentient robots though yet. Droids. Whatever. Just people."
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As for Earth? Han has no equiveilent to it in his galaxy and dropping in there would be an even bigger culture shock than arriving at the nexus. At least there's some things in this place he can recognize. On earth, not so much. Especially the earth of 2016.
"You're better off without droids. They don't know when to stop talking. Especially protocol ones, ironically."
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Just like home.
Best not to ask about the tiny goblinoid creature selling nuclear powered toasters over there in the corner though. Radiation poisoning, you know how it is.
"Here we are." It's such a sudden shift, too. walking along the Nexus, turn a corner and BAM. Stores and stalls everywhere. Josh shrinks into himself a bit now that they're here though. He doesn't like this place very much. Too difficult to tell what's real and what isn't.
"Anything else I can help ya with, bro?"
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He hasn't had much experience with the nexus being extremely nexus-y yet, so the sudden appearence of a marketplace literally out of nowhere kind of stuns him for a second. His jaw slacked and his mouth hangs half open for a sec, looking as confused and awed as he feels for a moment, before he catches himself. It's so not cool to look confused and awed.
"Yeah, you can tell me what bro means."
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"Friend, pal, brother. It's a term of masculine friendliness where I'm from."
Not everyone can say they've called Han Solo their bro and meant it literally. Then again, around here is hard to tell who even knows that's something to be proud of.
"I'm usually slumming it sounds the Parks district, so you know where to find me if you need anything. Directions, you know. " Shrug.
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Will his companion accept the (relatively) universal sign of friendship that is the handshake? It's a little more Han's style than calling someone 'bro'.
"Good to meet you, Josh. Thanks for showing me the way."
That is a good book
Getting to shake Han's hand is better than sex in some nerd circles. Josh doesn't belong to those, but the thought makes him smile all the same. His best friend is going to lose his mind when he hears about this. Josh's grip isn't as strong as it used to be, but the whole nearly dying and freezing to death in some mine really doesn't do wonders for your body.
"Yeah, anytime man. I'm not exactly going anywhere. Good luck fueling up. I'm gonna go scrounge up some food and head back to my shack." Shack is a generous term for what is effectively a wind break with a fire pit, but hey. Josh is doing alright.
I'm Sci-Fi and Old School, thanx.