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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, 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.

[warfares]

I like the mushrooms. [ casual, like it is a perfectly legitimate reason to decide that a planet is at least mostly acceptable. he had never seen their like before, had struggled to find something that could compare, even now. ]

Less fond of the humidity, but then I tend to wear more layers.

[warcried]

[ that earns an arch of his brow, an upward twitch of his mouth. ] Fair enough.

[ the layers comment earns a slightly interested tilt of his head. ] Do you? [ he glances down at his jumpsuit, plucking at it with thumb and forefinger as the bottle lifts into the air to pour for both of them again. ] I have to admit, this isn't exactly my style. [ not that he much has a sense of style beyond 'not jumpsuits'. ]

[warfares]

The lack of weight would be refreshing were it not for the feeling of being exposed. [ the only redeeming quality of the jumpsuit, if they could really consider it that, was that it tended to be on the darker end of the blue-green spectrum.

head tilting, he watches as the bottle pours and wonders what it must have been like to live in a time where such displays were almost commonplace. ]

[warcried]

[ revan probably uses his abilities a lot more casually than most would necessarily appreciate, but he's of the opinion that they're as much for him as they are for the rest of the galaxy. and honestly, he's done his time serving the galaxy-- does he really owe it any more? (the answer is, of course, yes; he can't not care, no matter how he wishes otherwise.) ]

I don't remember now why I chose the clothing I wore as Darth Revan. [ he's seen the holos, though. ] Perhaps for the effect. The more people feared me, the less likely they were to fight me. [ he glances to ren as he lifts his glass once more, rolling it lightly between his palms as the alcohol sloshes gently inside.

for a moment more he's quiet, considering his comment, glance dropping to the long hands. ] .. Maybe we can find a pair of gloves somewhere that will fit you.

[warfares]

A man with no face can easily become something more. [ a symbol: something that could frighten or inspire depending upon the need.

a flicker of something -- surprise, perhaps -- before it's viciously throttled. he hadn't expected to be so easily read. ]

I'll manage. [ there had been an idle hope that perhaps he'd glean some insight into this place, catch whatever lingering impressions there was to be found. no such luck, however, and if anything the station appears to have grown wise to him and his particular kind of perception, hovering perpetually at the edges. ]

[warcried]

We all manage with what we're given, [ revan says, practical as always, ] but if you're accustomed to layers between you and everything else, I don't see why we can't find a way to accommodate that.

[ it has less, then, to do with reading ren than simply making an educated guess based on his comment. that, and he knows force-sensitives. sometimes their abilities can make contact with bare skin.. difficult. even revan has days where he doesn't want to be around others, doesn't want to be touched, struggles with his connection to bastila. and there's a.. distance to ren. ]

[warfares]

[ any response feels like an admission of weakness, somehow. even when it's such an insignificant thing.

truthfully, so much of this conversation is strange. acceptance is not something he's accustomed to ㅡ being offered it readily, with no strings attached, feels like a trick at best and a trap at worst.

he changes the subject: ] What level are you on?

[warcried]

[ his stare takes on that strange gravity for a moment, two, but then he glances down at his glass, lifting it to take a sip again. ]

Mm. Four. [ he rests the rim against his lower lip for a thoughtful moment, narrow shoulders lifting in a shrug. ] More or less. [ he hasn't actually slept yet. ]

[warfares]

I haven't seen you, [ which is to say, guess that makes them neighbors. awkward.

given that most seem to have settled in the first rooms they encounteredㅡor, more accurately, the first rooms their devices had synched withㅡhe assumes this means Revan would have woken somewhere on the fourth floor. ]

[warcried]

I haven't been here long, and I haven't spent much time on level four.

[ it begs the question of where has revan been, of course, but that's probably not difficult to guess. he's been all over the station, everywhere he could access.

he tips the glass slightly toward the other man, then, brows lifting. ] I don't have much reason to be in my quarters. I don't sleep much. [ the nightmares can be problematic, especially on a space station, which can be damaged if his dreams are.. violent. ]

[warfares]

Does the drinking help? [ genuine curiosity edged with that perpetual wariness.

it shouldn't be so surprising, perhaps, to find someone else that struggles with sleep. the Dark exacted a high price, and evidently even those that turned from its path were not left unscathed. ]

[warcried]

No. [ he rests the glass on his knee, thumbnail tapping the rim. ] Nothing really helps except exhaustion. When I've been up long enough, when I've worn myself out-- That sort of thing.

[ sometimes his sleep is entirely dreamless like that, but more often it's just.. less disturbing. ]

Bastila spars with me occasionally at home. Otherwise I keep busy with other things.

[warfares]

I hear meditation is all the rage, [ he says, and if it feels a little like gallows humor that's because it's exactly what it is. ]

There's a Fitness Area on the fourth deck; adequate even if I wouldn't advise using the pool. [ there'd been some chatter about fixing it but given the astounding lack of familiarity most people seem to have with space travel (much less stations) he was bracing himself for disappointment, at best, and a migration to one of the upper floors at worse. ]

[warcried]

[ he gives him a flat look at the mention of meditation. ] I've had enough meditation for six lifetimes. I only resort to it when I really don't have a choice. [ his lips twitch upward faintly. ] I did my Jedi training the second time around mostly through meditation. It was terrible.

[ the mention of a fitness area earns a small nod, though. ] I've been in it. I haven't spent much time there yet, though.. too busy trying to mentally map the rest of the station.