[if you talk enough sense, then you'll lose your mind]

[kestreldawn]

WHO: Jyn Erso, the Rebel House, & you!
WHERE: A random alley in De Chima, the Rebel House, anywhere else!
WHEN: December 1st and later
WHAT: Jyn, having only been brought back to life thanks to the Porter (which she'd been instrumental in helping to bring down), and because I love suffering, is now "dead" in-game. She will be "dead" until January 1.
WARNINGS: The usual Star Wars nonsense. Will update with specifics as needed.

[Jyn had told Cassian about the plan with Lachesis telepathically, the night before it was set to take place. It wasn't that she didn't trust the others, of course - if anyone, they were the only people she'd ever trusted in her life - but she feared what could be done with the information had the wrong person overheard. So while they laid in bed, surrounded only by the pale moonlight and the steady rhythm of their slowed breathing, she'd told him of the plan. She didn't go heavy on the details, but she gave enough for him to know where she'd be, should anything go wrong.

And, of course, it did go wrong. So much of it went terribly, horribly wrong.

The next day, she left early in the morning to go for a walk to clear her mind before the mission began. It would've been the last anyone would have seen of her, aside from those who were with her near the Porter.

It didn't happen right away, like a glitch in a Data Pad. But for the hour or so after the Porter shut down, she'd been feeling .. off. Uneasy, ill. Like she wasn't quite herself. More and more as time wore on, pieces of herself would leave - memories, recognition, speech, thought - until she eventually, after having ducked into a side alley in De Chima, simply ceased to exist all together.

She won't be on the network, no matter how hard anyone tries to locate her. She won't seem to exist at all. The only trace of her will be the communicator, still abandoned in the alley where she'd apparently disappeared, next to the kyber crystal necklace she'd been wearing around her neck.]

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oooooopen to rebel house

[reexamined]

[Meanwhile, somewhere in De Chima #3, there is a loud, horrified yelp.

Kay 'woke up' from a sleep mode he didn't remember putting himself into, only to immediately not recognize the view in front of him (a human body) which rather than sending the data feed to his processor for further analysis, instead resulted immediately in 'shocked/fear' response, which came out as a yelp.

He's in the living room.

Well, just change back, he reasons to himself, and tries. It doesn't work. Tries again. Still doesn't work. No amount of trying to just change back is working, and now he's suddenly faced with a much deeper problem. He is in the living room, of his own housing unit, but no one knows what he looks like, and almost everyone who lives here is capable of certainly injuring him. And he just made a loud noise. Which might bring someone over quicker than not.]

Oh no.

[couldbebeautiful]

[Quick as a flash, Veronica grabs the nearest heavy object when she hears the yelp, from a voice she doesn't recognize. The nearest heavy object turns out to be her algebra textbook, and she holds it like a weapon as she creeps out of her bedroom, ready to smack someone's face with it. Sure, it's a completely ineffectual weapon, but it should work, right?

She steps around the corner and raises the book high.]

Hey, asshole! Get out of my house or else!

still a human but i had to use this icon

[reexamined]

No-

[Oh god, it's Veronica. At least it's not Jyn. Jyn can probably throw knives.

Hands up in the surrender position, he begins backing up.]

Veronica, wait! It's- it's K-2SO! Kay!

[Well, it's a Core British accent, at the very least.]

1/2

[couldbebeautiful]

[...]

2/2

[couldbebeautiful]

...no fucking way.

[Yeah, right.]

I'm giving you on the count of three to get out of my house before I do something I regret, asshole. [She'd definitely regret getting her ass kicked by a British dude, yeah.] One.

[reexamined]

Yes fucking way!

[He hates this. He hates feeling weak, and how an argument means he's raising his voice automatically, and that he's afraid he'd have to hurt Veronica if she came after him. He should leave before she gets to three, if she doesn't believe him by then, to avoid conflict.]

I can prove it.

[couldbebeautiful]

Two. [A beat, then:] What was the first thing you saw me doing when we met, then?

[reexamined]

You broke into the house, and were drinking a slurpee in the kitchen. I, being a seven foot droid, startled you.

[couldbebeautiful]

[There's a beat of silence, during which Veronica just stares at Kay like he's grown a second head or something. Then, slowly, she lowers the book, still staring at him in sheer shock. Holy shit. Holy shit.]

...I wasn't that startled. [Yes she was.] Holy shit. What the hell happened to you?

[reexamined]

[ He doesn't mind staring when he's the one doing it. He also doesn't mind being started at if he feels comfortable. This is neither of those times. ]

This is technically my 'default' here. Retaining my Droid form is one of my abilities. Something's happened that isn't allowing me to change back, so here I am. Small and fleshy and uncomfortable.

[onlydoubts]

[ After Bodhi got home from his "date" with Eli, he'd intended to get to his room and collapse there, before things got much worse. Right now the angry red marks of his burns weren't open -- but they hurt, his hands shook as he opened the door.

But stilled at the sight of a stranger standing there in their living room. Nobody he'd seen, or recognized from before. Looking like he'd been caught.

Wearing Cassian's shirt.

Imposter.

Injured or not, he's moving forward with -- is that an umbrella, that he grabs from the hall? Yes, it absolutely is. ]

I don't know who you are, or why you keep trying it with us -- but that's enough.

[reexamined]

What?

[Kay begins to back up, as Bodhi starts coming after him with an umbrella. Why you keep trying it with us- oh balls, he thinks he's the Imposter, doesn't he?]

No, Bodhi, wait, I'm not them!

[onlydoubts]

You think I'm that stupid-- [ Which is punctuated with a swing at Kay. Despite having learned a bit of technique from Jyn and Cassian, his attack contains exactly none of that training or practice, he grimaces before glaring at the man, teeth bared.

He's furious. The pain doesn't even register at the moment.

The umbrella is still in hand. One chance. ]

Who are you?

[reexamined]

[The swing hits, and he stumbles back. It... hurts?]

Ow- hey, stop that! Bodhi, it's Kay- Kaytu!

[onlydoubts]

[ For a moment, that has Bodhi pausing. Staring down the man, the one claiming to be his friend.

The obviously very human man.

It'd be funny, if it weren't so infuriating, and telling of just what this person thinks of Bodhi, that'd he'd even consider trying something like this. ]

Yeah? And I'm Emperor Palpatine.

[ Bodhi wasn't gifted with any kind of combat powers. He drops the umbrella, and raises his fist. If he can just keep him busy, or distracted - long enough till someone else can come home and deal with it. ]

[reexamined]

[The punch lands, and this is worse than being hit with an umbrella. This hurts, more than he's been hurt ever before because technically he never had pain receptors before. He stumbles back again, now looking offended as he holds his hand up to put pressure on the affected area-his cheek, his nose.]

You- you punched me! That really hurt- I...

Well, I almost want to say I'm proud.

[Putting pressure on his nose has guaranteed he sounds nothing like he should, and doesn't even stop the small flow of blood from his nostril.]

You are Bodhi Rook, the pilot from Jedha, who is brave when he needs to be. A week ago, I stole your pillow. Can you stop hitting me now?

[onlydoubts]

[ Bodhi is rearing up for another punch, after he lands the last one. He is, but something that he says makes him freeze, fist hung in midair.

It's a small thing, really. But Kay, had stolen his pillow last week. And not everyone would know of his origin or that he was a pilot. Because there are few people he's spoken to about that.

His voice, -almost want to say I'm proud - he drops his hand a little, slumping a little -- as some of the anger and adrenaline fades from his system. As the stinging of his wounds reminds him of his own state. ]

Kay? That's really you? How is this -- possible -- [ His voice shakes, and legs feel dangerously close to giving out, as he stares at the man he'd hit. Twice.

It's almost comical, falling to the ground like a puppet with no strings.

Shit. ]

[candor1]

[He'd almost believed he'd dreamed that. It was the only way to avoid agony. So he went to Neojedha as usual and went about his day and shut off his mind until Sabriel's transmission and then he allowed himself to admit that he hadn't been able to feel Jyn's mind and more of him shut down.

Mission. All that could keep his lungs working would be a mission.

So get one.

He started looking for her. In his mind. Then on the 'net.

The strategic brain that always took over when his human one seized and shattered made arrangements. Talked to some of the older regulars and most advanced students. Neojedha would keep working on its own for a while—because the strategic brain knew, one way or another, Cassian wasn't going to be there for a while.

It kept him going, on autopilot while emotions and half his senses were in blackout. Until he was walking through the door bellowing for Kaytu.]

[reexamined]

[And Kaytu is there, first in his room, but quickly out the door and down the stairs when Cassian begins to yell for him. He isn't unaffected either- he's human. Not something he wants to be at any given time, so that should speak for itself as to why he is like this.]

Cassian-

[candor1]

[Cassian barely glanced at him as he paced the room grabbing and discarding objects, inventorying. Would all trace also…]

What's your status regarding the trackers?

[…the question probably implies that Cassian has in fact registered Kay's current form but…]

[reexamined]

I-

[He can't track them in this form. But he rerouted the tracker information also into his communicator as a back-up. He fumbles to get said communicator out of his pocket, and bring up the information on the screen.]

It's just pure coordinates like this. Who is-

[Oh. No, it has to be.]

Jyn?

[Her tracker hasn't moved in some time.]

[candor1]

[Cassian rips his own comm from his pocket and flashes it briefly in Kay's direction, still moving.

(He won't be stopping.

Until he does and won't start again.)]

Can you reroute the signal to mine?

[reexamined]

Yes, I'll send you the coordinates, it's in De Chima, so it's not far. Do you want...

Do you need back up?

[Normally he wouldn't even ask. Let alone rephrase.]

[candor1]

[He doesn't want. He can't want.

He can't care. About anything. (Not even to ask "are you okay".) Not without caring about everything. And he can't yet. He can't.

I can't go back to… I can't

…But it's Kay… only for Kay… terrible as Cassian's being to him right now, if it were anyone else, Cassian would simply walk out the door the moment he had the coordinates and go it alone.

It's Kay so he says,]

Yes. Please.

[…But still started for the door without quite making sure Kay is ready to go now too.]

[reexamined]

[He would have preferred not to go, honestly. Everything is making him on edge in this form, like he could be knocked over by a strong breeze. His defensive power doesn't work in this form either- it's specifically for his plating. He's defenseless.

But Cassian is in such a state that he doesn't think leaving him to go on his own anywhere would be a good idea either.

He fumbles to get shoes on, one of the laces untied on one shoe (and it's not even his own shoes, it's Bodhi's second pair), and then he grabs a coat (this time one of Cassian's coats), trying to follow out the door while trailing behind for a few more seconds until he speeds up to catch up. Fuck these small legs of his. He has to put in so much effort just to keep up with people.]

It's near the city. Just outside the city, close to the border of the suburbs.