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[warcried]

I haven't been awake long, but I've been trying to read up on what I can, so a couple of quick questions:

1. Anyone managed to get past one of the locked doors yet? Either with force or another way. I know people were trying, but I haven't heard if anyone's succeeded.
2. I was told something about an organic humanoid capable of exiting the station without protective gear. If so, I'd love to talk to you.
3. Other Force-sensitives, I'd appreciate if we established ROEs immediately.

Thanks.

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[warcried]

Such as the Republic and the Jedi Order, it seems.

[warfares]

Are you surprised?

[warcried]

Not especially. It was always going to happen eventually.

[warfares]

[ In recent years he's come to understand just why alcohol always made an appearance when politics was being discussed. ]

As I understand both the Jedi and the Sith were skilled at pushing themselves to near extinction.

[warcried]

Yes. Both so certain, two sides of a coin in extremes.

[warfares]

And neither forgiving of outliers.

[warcried]

Particularly the influential sort.

[warfares]

And yet, here you are.

[ which is actually pretty impressive considering how vicious both groups had been, but especially then. ]

[warcried]

Here I am, in the same mess everyone else here is in.

So after this delightful day and its revelations, I could definitely use a drink if you’re interested.

[warfares]

I'd say it's comforting but it really isn't.

[ a significant pause, then: ]

It goes without saying that if you attempt to harm me you won't enjoy the result.

Do you know the way?

[warcried]

If I were planning to harm you, I wouldn’t have given you this much time.

I’ll be there in ten minutes.

[warfares]

I'll be waiting.

You'll know me when you see me.

[warcried]

[ revan arrives, in fact, in nine and a half minutes, stepping into the cantina and eyes immediately drawn toward the other figure. the stranger's right that he knows who he is-- he's been sensing the other force users off and on since he woke, and this one's.. curious.

.. and also knows who he is, so there's no real point masking his force presence. still, he doesn't want to alarm the other sensitives on the station, either, so he only lets it unfurl a little-- almost like a greeting. he is not, he's told, generally what people expect to see beneath the mask. ]

I had a feeling you're the one I was talking to.

[warfares]

I am rather distinct, [ he says it casually, easily, like they're discussing the weather rather than their mutual capacity to reduce the surrounding area to ash.

then, sets his glass down with a soft click. there's a bottle of something at his elbow — the smoothest bottle he's yet to unearth, not that that really says much. ]

[warcried]

You are, [ he agrees mildly, and crosses toward the bar, hopping up onto it as casually as you please. a second glass drifts up from behind the bar, and he plucks it out of the air, picking up the bottle with his free hand to peer at its worn label. ] --On a scale of one to industrial solvent, where would you rate this?

[ not that it matters much. he's pouring a glass of it anyway, setting the bottle back down and crossing his ankles. ]

You clearly know me-- what do you prefer to be called?

[warfares]

Somewhere between Garrmorl and jet juice, [ the first name is more of a rumbling purr than a word, his best approximation of Shyriiwook with his woefully inadequate human vocal chords. any Wookiee worth their salt would be in hysterics. ]

Not the smoothest going down, but needs must.

[ he lifts the glass, ] Ren.

[warcried]

[ despite himself, he grins at the attempt at shyriiwook. it's definitely not a language that humans should attempt to speak, and that's a clear example why. their throats just don't make the same noises. still, it was a fair attempt, so he tips his glass toward him and then takes a sip.

ugh. .. though not the worst he's had by far, so he limits his reaction to a quick face, then downs the rest of the glass, setting it aside with a small cough. ]

Ren. It's a pleasure to put a face and a name to the Force signature.

[warfares]

[ Ren handles his drink a little better, though it might have less to do with any innate ability and more to do with his being accustomed to various flavors of discomfort. besides, he's not drinking for pleasure. ]

I would say the same of you but I'm still trying to decide whether or not I've made a grave mistake in coming here.

[ in the interest of honesty. ]

[warcried]

[ his brows lift, curious and questioning. ] Are you? [ that's a fair enough concern where revan is concerned. there's a reason people are afraid of him, after all, no matter that the republic's labeled him a hero once more. ] I have no quarrel with you or anyone else on this station, as far as I know.

[ though he's a little curious about what point this stranger is from, and how he'd managed to evade jedi attempts to control or eliminate those that use the dark side. ]

[warfares]

Well, for one thing you said Dantooine wasn't all bad. [ you're never, ever living that one down. ]

[warcried]

[ he's startled into laughter at the comment, unexpected and pleased in spite of himself. he's so accustomed to unhappy wariness that this takes him by surprise. ]

It's not! I mean, not compared to most planets on the Outer Rim.

[warfares]

[ look, you have to have lived under a rock to not know who Revan was. what he did. the wary curiosity of observing a legend in the flesh might have overrode his sense of self-preservation, albeit temporarily. ]

I've been to the Outer Rim, several times. You're in denial.

[warcried]

I'm from the Outer Rim! [ he's smiling helplessly, though, as he pours himself another glass and takes care to sip this one instead. ] Maybe it's just loyalty to my embarrassingly awful roots.

[ not that he remembers exactly what planet he's from, which is a combination of being so young when he'd been taken and memory loss. it's like his birth-name, probably lost forever. ]

[warfares]

[ he extends his glass, expectant. ]

You're shorter than I expected.

[warcried]

[ his glance is a dry one, but he pours for ren, too. ]

That seems to be the general consensus, yes. I suppose I must look taller in holos. [ he's sure the mask and robes had something to do with it, too. still, if they'd seen him next to malak, it would have been obvious that revan is.. smallish. ]