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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]

[ he clicks his tongue. ] Malak was tall, too. [ amazingly, he can speak of him, think of him, without the pain he's associated with him until now. maybe it's because there's.. distance now. ] I think I'm generally considered an outlier in a lot of ways.

[warfares]

So was Bane, [ this is, perhaps, the most surreal conversation he's had barring that brief run in with the younger version of his uncle, ] supposedly.

[ then, adds: ] He was after your time.

[warcried]

[ ah, well that somewhat answers that question: ren is from some point after revan's death. ]

--How long after my time?

[warfares]

Several millennia, give or take. [ precise records were difficult to come by. even with his access to the Jedi archives, even some of Palpatine's own artefacts, his knowledge is patchy at best. ]

[warcried]

[ his brows shoot up. ] So you are from around the time the others here hail from. [ he'd wondered how closely they were all connected. it seems revan himself is the outlier in this, too, which is.. curious. why him, of all people in the galaxy? why their time in particular? ]

[warfares]

You spoke with a ㅡ [ hesitation, tongue dragging across his teeth as he searches for the right word, ] ㅡ someone from my time, on the network.

The other one, the boy ㅡ him I do not know.

[warcried]

The suspicious one, [ he clarifies with another quick smile, one part exasperated and one part amused. ] Had no idea who I am. Lots of sarcasm.

[warfares]

The Jedi and the Sith are extinct in our time; she would have no reason to know of you.

[warcried]

And yet you do. [ for some reason. but he'd also had teachers of some sort-- maybe the last of them. ]

[warfares]

I do, [ there is no point in denying that, not after he'd already quite thoroughly tipped his hand. ]

My uncle found an artifact from your time, a ㅡ [ he taps at his throat, ] shard from one of your sabers. He kept it close.

[warcried]

[ he goes very still for a moment, surprised in spite of himself. ] I've had a number of them. [ he's not gentle with his weapons. ] I'm surprised that one of them endured even that much after so long.

[warfares]

I don't know how he came by it, [ one of his excursions, he thinks. even before he had become Luke's student, his uncle had been diligent in his search for anything of value that had survived Palpatine's reign. ]

I think he must have admired you, in his way.

[warcried]

[ something distant and uncomfortable flits across his expression and is shuttered away again, so quick it'd be easy to miss. ]

I'm not precisely the sort of man one should admire.

[ not given his background, what he's done. though he supposes he can see someone looking at him as an example of someone who'd shed conventional wisdom about the force and the light and dark side, forged his own path somewhere in the middle.

he shakes his head, lifts his glass to take a sip, wincing again faintly. ] Your uncle was your teacher?

[warfares]

I would save the discomfort for better company, [ he says, tone mild; Revan will face plenty of scrutiny once he eventually meets Rey. ]

You want to know if he knew of my predilection for the Dark side before, or if that came later, after we parted ways.

[warcried]

[ he clicks his tongue, turning his glass between his hands. ] Something like that. [ though he's already starting to piece the scenario together just from ren's comments. ] I expect he was largely trapped in the Jedi way of thinking?

[warfares]

[ a generous way of putting it, he thinks.

tipping back his glass, again: ] It is a very pervasive way of thinking, it seems. To have endured this long.

[warcried]

Because it works, for the most part. [ he drains his glass and sets it down. ] And don't mistake me-- I think there's a place for the Jedi in the galaxy. I just don't think they're the only answer. That's how I've always felt, I think.. though admittedly my memories might be colored now by my more recent experiences.

[warfares]

[ the silence drags, Ren turning to study Revan before his attention shifts once more to some point ahead of them. ] Why are you telling me this?

[warcried]

[ he shrugs, heaving a sigh. ] Why not? You're here, the subject came up, and I've never been shy about making my opinions heard.

[ he curls his fingers together in his lap, ankles crossing where they dangle. ]

I think you could have benefit from a much broader perspective than the Jedi's, and it doesn't really sound like any were available.

[warfares]

[ a soft, thoughtful noise as he considers this. ]

Perhaps. [ he weighs what Revan has said, turns it over in his mind and appraises it from every possible angle, before deciding it's something he can let stand. ]

I have little interest in picking fights, but neither will I suffer any threat to my welfare.

[warcried]

If there's as few of them left as I'm given to understand, they can't afford to be so close-minded as they were in my time.

[ he doesn't know the entire situation, of course, but ren's no sith. he's not sure yet why exactly he and his uncle parted ways, though if it's for the reasons he thinks, well.. it's the sort of thinking on his uncle's part that no longer truly has a place in the galaxy they live in. ]

[warfares]

[ once more, Revan surprises him by offering pragmatism instead of reproach; history had gotten that much right, it seems. ]

Do you often spout philosophical rhetoric to those you've just met? [ safer to turn the conversation back onto stable ground, far away from him and from his past. ]

[warcried]

[ he accepts the change of subject with a quicksilver smile, there and gone again, blinding for the brief instant it crossed his face. ]

Who better? Bastila mostly tunes me out these days, and I haven't really spoken to our other friends in a while.

[warfares]

[ he's going to need more alcohol. ]

Are you that starved for good conversation in your time? [ he asks, like they hadn't been arguing about carnivorous snails an hour ago. ]

[warcried]

Look who's talking, Sir Felucia's-whimsical-charm.

[ the only thing in his voice and glance is amusement, though. it's a fair accusation, really, and not that far off the mark. revan feels out of place out among a population that has no idea who he is and what he's done, as if he's deceiving them, so it's not as if he can enjoy an anonymous bar. his friends have scattered, the jedi are not an option, and things with bastila are..

well. he's been trying not to examine that too closely. he'd loved her as a simple republic soldier, as a jedi with a false name. as revan, knowing what was done to him, her part in it, his feelings are.. complicated. ]

Besides, it's that or brood over our situation, and that's not going to help anyone right now.