open | listening for patterns in the sound

[onlydoubts]

WHO: bodhi rook + open
WHERE: Streets of Nonah, residents of Nonah # 007, park
WHEN: July 7th - 10th
WHAT: freshly arrived, and confused but adjusting
WARNINGS: rogue one spoilers, mentions of death and planetary destruction. you know, typical star wars things.

a) but once the satellites deceased - streets of Nonah -

When Bodhi had stared down a lone grenade inside the cargo hold, several thoughts had flashed through his mind - freezing him to the spot. Disappointment being one of them, knowing that without him and the ship, the chances of the others getting off the planet were slim. Although... maybe he already knew that they wouldn't make it back. But he'd done his part, the rebels above knew what to do, bring down that gate. Now it was up to Jyn and Cassian to get those plans out to them.

Regardless, after the heat and blinding flash of light, he doesn't expect to be waking up again.

Burned, and healing but alive.

The woman who he wakes up to gives him a sympathetic smile and a hand on his shoulder, along with a knowing look. His legs don't want to support his weight, and he has to sit while she fills him in, and hands him a folder and tells him to take the time he needs. Bodhi doesn't look at it, and the porter doesn't help with feeling disoriented and confused -- but here he is, lost in a crowd, still wearing his grubby Imperial uniform, fading burns visible on his neck and hands. Jyn, Cassian, Baze, Chirrut, Kaytoo... the plans... did they get out?

Did they? The chances of them getting away once the ship was gone were slim, particular in the battle that had taken place on the planet's surface. His thoughts go in a circle.

Despite obvious confusion and fear, he still takes in his new surroundings with wide eyed wonder, the buildings are different, style of clothing, the only thing he can say he's used to are the crowds. Like Jedha's bustling marketplaces, the crowds around the temple, pilgrims and those who lived in the city alike -- almost like before...

It's still only after several hours of walking around that Bodhi finally finds a bench to sit down on, head in hands and just lets himself breathe.

b) it blows like garbage through the streets -- Nonah # 007

Eventually, Bodhi looks through the pages of the pamphlet and folder. Information, a list of abilities -- healing, technology manipulation? -- and a housing location. It takes the remainder of the day to locate the house, a large building, and he looks at the number on the page again, until he gets to the door that matches it. It's not the first time he's roomed with strangers, he'd had to bunk in the barracks in the academy, and then on certain bases he'd had to make deliveries to.

Eadu had been different, he'd had a ship to sleep on, and his own quarters. Pushing open the door, he steps inside. "Ah. Hello?" If there's nobody home, maybe he'll just find help himself to the kitchen...

c) of the night sky to infinity -- Out, again

Bodhi doesn't mean to blow anything up. Really, it was an accident. The whole idea of him having abilities was ... laughable, completely ridiculous. He's a cargo pilot, not anyone special. The radio was already damaged to begin with, maybe that's why he'd found it outside of an electronics store. Sitting on a bench in the park, Bodhi stares at it before putting his hand on top of it. 

No..thing? 

Keeping it there, though, the speakers spark to life with static coming from them and he startles, pulling his hand away quickly. Blinking, he tries it again, this time, his hand remains there for several minutes  -- he's doing that? -- until there's a loud cracking noise, and the radio begins to smoke... 

"What the hell?" Uh. A little help, here?

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july 10th, maurtia falls, neojedha -- cassian and jyn

[onlydoubts]

He's been landlocked before, but it's different this time. While Bodhi had been flying for the Empire, where they wanted him to go -- what they wanted him to do, schedules to follow, there was a certain amount of freedom in owning ship, having it, the ability to soar through the stars, the hum of the hyperdrive -- it's only been a few days, but there are no ships here. No space travel, and it seems to register with him that he's never going to be able to experience that again.

Being dead, and all.

But there's still the option of travel, still things to do and places to see -- the name of the city interests him, so. Maurtia Falls it is. The city seems a lot more quaint, and small than the other one, and he's lost the uniform since arriving so he stands out less now. There's not much to see, windows of storefronts and businesses, most people seem to give him a wide berth and that's fine by him -- he doesn't seek anyone out.

Head down, hands in his pockets, he glances up as he happens to pass by one of the windows. Bodhi almost passes it by until the name on the window catches his eye. Neojedha. The name rolls off his tongue when he says it out loud, it sounds suspiciously like... no, he wasn't going to go there, wasn't going to think of Jedha. It's not until something else catches his eye, but this time, his eyes widen in shock as he recognizes the lettering, and more importantly the text.

Three names.

Chirrut Imwe.

Baze Malbus.

Bodhi Rook.

Why would anyone have their names on the walls?

How long he stands there staring at it, he can't say. Minutes or seconds, but there doesn't look to be anyone inside. "Were you looking for Andy or Joan?" A man, a bit on the older side who'd just appeared from the store next to this one asks. Bodhi blinks, tearing his eyes away from the store, shaking his head. He doesn't know anyone by those names.

"Oh, um. No, I was just -- is that who owns this place?" It's hard not to feel disappointed, but he forces a smile. "Yes, Andy and Joan."

So. Not someone who he knows, but maybe from his galaxy? "I see. Thank you for your help. I'll just ... be going." Bodhi gestures behind him, and doesn't wait for a reply, before he turns and nearly runs smack into someone approaching -- "Sorry, sorry."

[kestreldawn]

The routine at Neojedha has been an odd but welcome adjustment for Jyn. She's been finding herself more well-suited for the concept and role of teacher than she'd ever have previously thought, but she finds she still has to sort of mentally and emotionally prepare herself for it. Not because she doesn't enjoy it, but rather - she finds that it's hard for her to maintain boundaries with many of the kids. She wants to protect them, to save them in some situations, and she knows that she can't. That isn't her role, nor can it be.

So on her way this particular morning, the duties of her pre-assigned job already completed for the day, she's walking at a high speed and with her eyes glued to the ground. She only avoids collision at the last possible second since she happens to glance up and practically skids to a halt on the sidewalk.

It takes a few seconds for her mind to even begin to wrap itself around what's happening, who's in front of her. Her mouth opens with surprise, twitching as her throat vibrates and tries to come up with something to say, but she ends up letting out a strained sigh instead. From behind his face - Bodhi's face - she sees Ms. Lee, who points and waves enthusiastically at seeing her.

"There! That's her! That's Joan!" From inside of the store, a man's voice can be heard shouting, "IT'S JEAN!"

Jyn manages to give a twitch of a smile and a singular wave to Ms. Lee, who happily shuffles back into her store, before bringing her attention back to ..

"B-Bodhi? You're - you're here." Dumb observation; of course he's there. "Come on, come inside," she says, reaching behind and beside her to fling open the door to the dojo. Only, it's locked. The abrupt tug snaps her teeth and nearly rattles her bones inside of her body. She lets out a laugh of embarrassment. "After I open it, that is." She fumbles for her keys in her pocket and unlocks the door, swinging it open the way she'd intended to the first time, then motions for him to go in before her with a motion of her other arm.

[onlydoubts]

Bodhi listens to the exchange taking place behind him with detached curiosity once he's righted himself, but his eyes widen as he recognizes Jyn.

... Jyn's here?

He's staring, but he doesn't care. Words seem to have failed him and the normally talkative pilot is silent for a moment longer as she pulls open the door after a brief fumble and ushers him inside. When the ship had gone up, he'd had the disappointing realization that he'd failed -- not in getting through to the rebels, but Cassian had asked him to stay at the ship. He was supposed to be getting them off the planet.

Maybe he'd known that wouldn't happen earlier, but it didn't make that moment, short lived as it were, any easier to bear. Now he's standing in what looks like a training room of some sort, with Jyn.

That at least explained the name of the place, and the names that had been written in Aurebesh on the walls. It doesn't explain how either of them are standing here (he's not entirely sure that this isn't some hallucination, for all he knows he could be rotting away in Saw's prison, still). He swallows thickly, turning to look at her. "Jyn... you're here too?" You're alive?

[kestreldawn]

Jyn hastily locks the door up as soon as they've both wandered inside, shoving the keys back into her pocket. The place has taken on a new feeling, a new meaning - standing amidst the Aurebesh writing on the walls, the silent and often foreign tribute (at least to the natives) to their fallen - or not so fallen - comrades. She shifts on her feet as she feels Bodhi's eyes boring into her, hesitantly raising hers to meet his.

There's a softness on her face at his question. She remembers the flood, the monsoon of emotion, confusion, happiness, joy that overtook her when she'd first laid eyes on Cassian after a week of having arrived without him. Her fingers twitch at her sides, wanting to envelop him the way she had with Cassian months earlier - if only to prove to herself that he's there, he's breathing, he's alive.

She nods, lips unfurling into a smile little by little.

"I am," she says softly, taking a step towards him. "I've been here for three standard months or so." She bites her lip in hesitation as she continues tentatively, not wanting to overload him. "Cassian is here, too. And Kay. We all arrived at around the same time." Her voice is surprisingly steady given the surge of emotion brimming beneath her eyes. She reaches out a hand to him, unobtrusively. "We did it, Bodhi. We transmitted the plans to the Rebellion. Because - thanks to - you."

c

[flightforfreedom]

The park has quickly become Poe's favourite place in the city, mostly because he can fly around and only startle half the population rather than all of it. But at this particular moment, he wasn't flying at all, but strolling down the path eating what he was told was a 'hot dog', which tasted fairly decent, as far as he was concerned.

The smoke, however, distracted him instantly, and he started heading over towards it, breaking into a jog as the sparks started.

"Hey! Hey, everything alright? What's --"

He paused, seemingly for no reason, before a look of distress crossed his face and he looked straight at Bodhi. "Woah, buddy, you need to stop, it really doesn't like that, it's worried you're going to destroy it--"

[onlydoubts]

Maybe doing this in such a public place wasn't a good idea, but the idea had come impulsively when he'd found it. And now he was stuck with a radio that was smoking and sparking and while the park wasn't that crowded, people were starting to take notice of what was happening. Bodhi glanced as a newcomer ran up to the bench.

Huh. Guess he wasn't cut out for having any kind of weird powers.

"What?" He asks, catching the look the man gives the piece of technology. "I can tell it doesn't like that, why else would it just start sparking like that?" His mouth twists. "Did you just say that it's worried?"

[flightforfreedom]

"Yeah, can't you hear it? It's-- oh, right. Sorry. Not used to it yet, but uh, it asks if you could please put it back in working order. Her, sorry."

He looked at the radio while raising a hand, "It's alright, stop yelling, I got this--"

[onlydoubts]

"Oh. Oh." Bodhi looks from Poe to the radio -- well. He drops his hands, a little confused. "You can understand it? Sorry. I don't... I'll fix it. Somehow."

He frowns, waving away some of the smoke.

c

[reexamined]

Kaytu spots the pilot from quite a distance away, and while it's not like he's a very subtle silhouette, he doubts the other will notice him, given some kind of smoking electronic taking up Bodhi's attention. Or, what he can presume from this distance is Bodhi. He'd have to get closer to be one hundred percent sure (instead of just 98.9% sure like he is now).

When he's about fifteen feet away, approximately five o'clock to Bodhi's position, he can confirm without room for doubt that yes, that is Bodhi Rook.. It's a good thing Kay is already over the initial confusion and surprise one could associate with discovering 'my friends associates are not dead, even though they should be; they are alive, and doing stupid things in a city near me.'

"That radio has a seventy-six percent chance of either blowing up, or catching fire within the next five minutes at this rate," Kay begins, closing the distance. "I'm going to assume that isn't your intention though, is it, Bodhi?"

[onlydoubts]

Kay would be correct in this analysis, Bodhi doesn't notice him, right away, preoccupied with the radio and the smoke it's giving off, which he waves away.

Nothing to see, people, situation under control.

What a way to discover him being alive, though, right? He's already been told that Kay was here, but when the droid makes his way over (and despite the fact that he's used to seeing his model in it's Imperial glory, there's no mistaking him for one of them) -- his shoulders lose some of their tension. While the time had been... short, he'd found the presence of another former Imperial in a rebel occupied space a small comfort, and had grown to find him, someone he could relate to.

After all, they'd both had their wires reworked, and been reprogrammed -- for Bodhi it was just more of a mannor of speaking.

"Kay...? Oh, yes. I mean no, that's not what my intention was. I just wanted to found out if what it said in that file was true."

[reexamined]

"The file given to you is true," Kay drawls, although it's not like he's actually speaking from experience. He hasn't had reason to use any of his 'powers' yet- they're all a little bit more situational than most.

"Although I have to ask what yours are specifically meant to be." Since right now all he's seeing is the power to bust an old radio's circuits.

Still, he looks over Bodhi, already sure that this is the pilot he knows, the ex-Imperial who he trusts. The confirmation isn't needed a second time, but he knows that the other also didn't escape Scarif. "...You look well, for someone who also died in an explosion." Bodhi probably doesn't know that this is an attempt at a compliment, considering the first thing he said to Cassian was something along the lines of 'you look awful.'

[onlydoubts]

"Yeah. It worked, for a little while, and then--" he gestures, smoke and sparking and generally not working like he thought it would. "Technology manipulation and healing, apparently." Bodhi shrugs and looks at his hands.

At Kay's next words, he nods. "I've been here a few days. I had more burns when I got here," he pulls at his collar where the skin looks slightly raw still, "But they've been getting better." There are more, but those are the ones most visible. Strange to think, but he'd been blown up -- waking up in general had come as a surprise. Waking up, not as badly burned as he should be because he'd be dead (or even half as bad as that). He falls into silence. "I saw Jyn and Cassian already. I thought for sure we were all dead. Well, I guess we were, but..."

a

[forcereset]

Maybe it was sensing a disturbance in the Force, or maybe just a very basic ability to read the emotional state of other humans from body language. Whatever the case, the man in the (clearly not from around here) military uniform on the bench caught her attention. Clearly, he didn't seem to be having the best night. Being the meddling former-Jedi she was, and with no particular other place to be, Meetra didn't hesitate to walk towards the bench. Not going so far as taking a seat, not yet, but stopping near enough in front of him so the toes of their respective boots were only inches away.

"Rough night?"

[onlydoubts]

He's staring down at two pairs of boots, when he lowers his hands from his face. Only one of which belongs to him, the other, he finds when he looks up belong to a woman he doesn't know. Which isn't an unusual thought, he's not likely to know much of anyone here, Bodhi has found.

Once more he's feeling a little lost and out of his element.

Hence the disturbance his fear and edge of panic is probably giving off.

"Yeah," He replies a little hoarsely at last, "You could say that."

[forcereset]

"Mind if I sit?"

Her voice isn't quite low enough to sound like she's talking to a startled gizka. But it's close. She hadn't been the happiest camper when she'd arrived either, though after the few months she'd had before the porter ripped her from the latest battle with the Sith she'd been more resigned than anything. There were some lives lived where sure, this might as well happen became the motto.

"I only got here a few weeks ago."

[onlydoubts]

He can recognize that she seems trying not to startle him, on another day he might've found that annoying, but now Bodhi shakes his head. "Sure, go ahead. Probably wont be much in the way of good company, though." He pulls his knees to his chest. It's the not knowing that nags at him, the people, the plans...

"I've only been here a few hours, now."

a

[carbonfrozen]

The thing about being a smuggler and a Rebel is that Han's become more than a little suspicious of Imperial uniforms, these days. So when he turns a corner, with a hot dog in hand, and spies a man in a grubby Imperial uniform sitting on a bench, Han goes very, very still. Starts quietly planning out his escape, even as he saunters up to Bodhi, all casual and—not quite friendly.

More like trying to figure out if this guy's a threat, at the moment.

"Gotta say," he starts, "it's been a while I've seen an Imperial flightsuit." He doesn't say anything about the Rebellion—it's a habit, by now, holding the truth of his loyalties back from people he doesn't quite trust.

[onlydoubts]

Oh. Well. This is unexpected.

Bodhi raises his eyes, seeing nothing that really defines this guy as someone from his own galaxy -- but he'd recognized him, or rather the symbol on his uniform. Useful for getting them onto Scarif, here it means nothing.

Save for someone who knows the Empire.

From his tone, Bodhi would guess he's not someone who sympathizes with them, but that still doesn't mean much. He picks at a stray thread on the cuff. "You... you're familiar with them?" The waver in his voice is hard to hide. As much as he doesn't want to be recognized as with them revealing he's a defector might not be a good course of action yet.

[carbonfrozen]

"Considering it's in my best interests not to get tangled up with them, yeah, I'm pretty familiar." Not that Han hasn't gotten tangled up in fighting them anyway, contrary as it once was to his own best interests, but he doesn't mention that. Instead he watches Bodhi, with the eye of a criminal (a Rebel) who's not quite sure if he should trust this person or not.

He tucks his hands into his pockets, decides to let a hint slide as a small test, of sorts: "I'm a pilot myself, and I've got a friend here who flew an X-Wing, mainly." The Rebel Alliance's most well-known starfighter, but Han's careful not to say the name of his friend, or even that he himself is a part of the Alliance, even if technically it's not all official-like or anything.

C.

[generalgrievous]

The General had visited quite a few parks now and here he was this time in Nonah, glaring at anybody who stared at him for too long and striding through the parkland with his long cyborg limbs. He had the ability to transform at will to human and to alien but most often he kept to the recognisable cyborg version - it felt the most powerful and he didn't like to feel weak. His human form always felt the weakest to be in so he usually avoided it.

And so this over seven feet tall cyborg was approaching Bodhi's bench and he paused briefly to look at what was crackling and smoking.

"What is the problem here?"

[onlydoubts]

Uh.

Bodhi jerks his hands back when he gets his first glance at the general, towering over him -- even if he were to stand ... he's a good foot and a half shorter. He hesitates, mind blanking for a moment before he manages to work out a response to the question.

"Hi. It's. Nothing, there's no problem here."

The radio gives another spark, which just about gives that one away.

[generalgrievous]

If he had an eyebrow he would have raised it.

As it was, there's a tilt of the skull-like head.

"Did you break it or are you attempting a repair?"

There was no real intent here, just some apparently idle curiosity.

a

[bespin]

Nonah is Lando's city. Sure, he visits the other Porter cities from time to time, goes down to Heropa to see Han, visits De Chima one business, but Nonah is his.

So when his network of locals tells him they spotted someone wearing the insignia he drew for them, the Imperial insignia, Lando goes on instant alert. He tracks down the newcomer in the Imperial flightsuit and follows them through the streets, trying to stay casual. He doesn't need an Imperial presence in his city disrupting his (perfectly legitimate) business.

[onlydoubts]

Currently, Bodhi wasn't all that aware of the fact that his uniform had been noticed, or that anyone was looking for him. When he was, he was going to have to find a decent change of clothes and hide it.

Head in hands, he was trying to get a hold of himself on a park bench. Understand, that's likely not going to happen. The going on's -- people, places, things are about the last thing he's worried about.

Vaguely aware someone is standing above him, he doesn't look up -- speaking from behind his hands. "Can I help you?"

[bespin]

When the Imperial sat down on a park bench, Lando knew it was time for the direct approach.

"That depends," he says, eyeing the guy up and down. He doesn't look polished, and that isn't an officer's uniform. It's possible this guy is just a grunt worker, laboring for the Empire because there's no other work available. He's still complicit with their deeds in Lando's book, but it's less heinous a crime than being the one behind the firing squad.

"Tell me why you're wearing that uniform."