( text | un: revan )

[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.

Comments

[warfares]

I'd give you Mandalore but their sense of humor hasn't improved much between your time and mine.

[warcried]

[ .. ah. ]

They've managed to thrive after all?

[warfares]

Thrive might be generous but they endure.

[warcried]

[ it's more than he's dared hope for. he broke them, he took everything from them. he even denied them their pride, their honor. and yet-- ]

I'm glad to hear it. I was afraid they wouldn't be able to recover as a people.

[warfares]

They are a resilient people.

[warcried]

I suppose they must be, after what I did to them.

[warfares]

Sometimes the old must fall so the new may rise.

[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. ]