OPEN LOG

[ct_7567]

WHO: Captain Rex and YOU!
WHERE: Throughout Maurtia Falls.
WHEN: Throughout the first two weeks of April.
WHAT: Various prompts! Rex goes shopping for job interview clothing, goes to the shooting range, practices with his newfound superpowers, and generally tries to live his best life.
WARNINGS: N/A



o1. rex vs ties ( A SHOPPING MALL )

[ There are few truths that Rex can hold onto in these trying times, and one of those truths is this: he needs a new job. He needs a new job badly. After some research, he's discovered that the process of getting a job seems simple enough; he's utterly confident in his ability to conduct himself in a professional, capable manner and that his skills will surpass what his new employers are looking for. What he isn't confident in is the fact that you can't just show up to the damn place in his armour, which means he's got some shopping to do.

You can find him wearing some distinctly plain clothing, looking as though they were chosen out of uncertainty rather than any sort of dedication to a minimalist aesthetic, and leafing his way through ties. After a moment's hesitation he picks one up and loops it around his neck, frowning deeply at his own reflection as he tries to figure out how the hell it's supposed to work. ] It's like wearing a noose around your neck, [ he mutters sourly.

And then he spots the clip-on ties. Don't do it, Rex! Don't do it! ]

o2. rex vs guns ( A SHOOTING RANGE )

[ With his new occupation picked out, Rex has got to get used to dealing with guns rather than blasters. You can find him at the entrance of the shooting range, looking over the rental guns and familiarizing himself with their mechanics. It's not so different from his blasters, but just different enough to give him pause. You may hear him ask: ] You really only use ballistics here?

[ Or perhaps you find him already in the midst of target practice. Despite the reputation of stormtroopers as being unable to aim, Rex is a clone trooper, thank you very much, and his aim is on point - mostly. He keeps on pausing and having to adjust himself, clearly unused to the recoil from such a small firearm. You may even hear him murmur to himself: ] This seems inefficient.

o3. rex vs his own damn self ( A PARKING LOT )

[ Rex had absolutely no desire to learn how to use his powers on account of the fact that he finds them disturbing at best and offensive at their worst. Unfortunately a single month here has shown him that he needs to master whatever tools he has at his disposal despite how he personally feels about it, which is how he finds himself in an abandoned parking lot as a safe place to practice. He sits cross-legged on the pavement wearing his armour from the neck down and plants his hands on his knees, brow furrowing as he concentrates.

In front of him there's the sudden appearance of clones, identical to him in every way other than the fact that they're cleanly shaven, have the crisp regulation haircut favoured by rookies (and absolutely do not have Rex's blond hair) and are completely unscarred. He has one go through walking drills, and then the other.

When he tries to do it with the both of them simultaneously, however, one winds up going through the drills perfectly and the second proceeds to run face-first into a lamppost before toppling onto his back like a very large, very sad turtle.

Rex groans. ] Damn.

o4. rex vs gainful employment ( THE PLANETARIUM )

[ Have you found yourself at the Planetarium? Maybe you're here on a school trip, or you're escorting a school trip, or maybe you just really, really like space. Maybe it's raining cats and dogs outside and this is the nearest warm, dry place with free admission. Whatever the reason you're here, and so is Rex, looking supremely uncomfortable in the dark blue collared shirt and khaki pants that make up his uniform, the tag on his lapel cheerfully proclaiming that his name is Rex and you can absolutely ask him for help at any time!

His expression does not look particularly helpful. In fact, standing at the front of the room and droning on and on about what seems to be the most singularly dull star system he's ever been about to a group of uninterested children, he's wearing the dead expression of dead retail workers across the globe of someone who would rather be anywhere but here. You can either find him responding to a child's question of what's space like where you're from? with an expression of relief, looking engaged for the first time, looking supremely uncomfortable as some harried mother pushes a baby into his arms while she deals with his toddler or, of course, available after his talk as he studiously ignores the chaos that is twenty-odd children running wild in a planetarium. That part's not his job, thank you very much. ]

o5. wildcard ( TAKE A CHANCE TAKE A CHANCE ON ME )

[ want to make up your own prompt? feel free! you can find rex roaming around maurtia falls in general, acclimatizing himself to the geography, checking out the local bars (though rarely drinking), or training at the gym. do none of these prompts work for you, and you want a custom prompt? can do! just pm this account or private plurk me @ wisdombitch and I'm more than happy to whip one up, JUST FOR YOU. ]

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o2 HELLO CAPTAIN

[loyal_soldier]

[Technically, he doesn't need to practice. The power he's got makes stationary targets utterly trivial. But what if the power ever leaves? And he has to make sure he's compitent with these local slugthrowers. They're loud and have awful kickback, but they might be necessary one day. Especially since he's the only stormtrooper here.

Which is why the voice he hears as he walks into the range throws him badly. Another trooper? Did they just arrive? Why didn't they report in on the network?

Wait. There's a Republic-era clone here, isn't there? Is that him?]

CT-7567?

A BROTHER!!

[ct_7567]

[ Rex looks up sharply from the guns he's holding, immediately turning to stare wide-eyed at a face he hadn't been expecting to see again here unless you're counting his own reflection or those awful duplicates he can make. The relief and gladness he feels is like an unexpected punch to the gut. He's only been here for a scant month and change but he's found himself missing his brothers terribly, craving their easy camaraderie and friendship, the easiness of their relationships and the familiarity of those he's been with every day since as far back as he can remember.

And then his mind catches up to his instincts and, as he registers his number being called out, that sense of relief flees him as quickly as it had come. Who would know his number and not his name? ]

Actually, it's Rex. But yes, that's me. [ Maybe he's just young - some shiny without a name of his own, taught to identify himself and others by their numbers by some draconian trainer. It's certainly not outside of the realm of possibility. He squares his shoulders as he looks the man over appraisingly. ] I can't say I was expecting to see another one of us here, [ he says, tone as light as it ever gets. ] What's your name?

WOO!!!

[loyal_soldier]

[Oh. The older clones did have names sometimes, didn't they. The droid on the network only gave him a designation to go by. No rank, nothing else. A CT number isn't enough to go on to figure out how to properly refer to the other man, but...

The other clone looks like they might almost be the same age. He was deployed for a little over two years before he died, and that was more than enough time to accumulate a few small but visible scars on his face and hands. The latest ones were acquired recently, mostly on Ralltiir. After they were redeployed, the division was mostly split up.

It was always like that, never getting too attached to much of anyone. But with another clone from the same line, you always knew where you stood. It was comforting. Reliable. Kept things solid when the rest of the galaxy was in chaos. He didn't know if it could possibly be the same with a Republic-era clone, but... he hoped.]

No name, sir: I'm just Sergeant TK-622. [That was going to sound very, very wrong, so he had to explain up-front.] I'm from approximately twenty years after your present day. The designation system changed since then.

[And that was almost certainly going to keep things far more complicated than he wished they would be.] I'm glad to know you're here.

o4!!

[phoenixleader]

[ Relocating to Maurita Falls meant finding a job. And while her government given job of working in a Children's home has been wonderful, well, she wants to explore on her own. See what other opportunities are out there.

Which is exactly why she finds herself at the planetarium, among other reasons (like wanting to learn more about this galaxy's map and what did they mean they largely only had this system properly mapped out??

Still, when she sees someone oddly familiar, getting a baby shoved into his arms by a harried looking woman, it's as good a chance as any to strike up a conversation with an old (new?) friend. ]

Here, I can take them.

[ She smiles as she holds her arms out for the kid- and not quite sure what to say, given their last encounter. ]

[ct_7567]

Oh, thank god.

[ Their last encounter may have been discussing - well, a whole lot that Rex isn't exactly equipped to discuss quite yet but help with the baby? That is absolutely welcome. The baby screams and kicks Rex in the face with one very tiny, deceptively powerful foot and Rex deposits him into Hera's arms almost too carefully, as though afraid that if he's even passed from arm to arm too roughly, he'll break. ]

People shouldn't be so trusting with their kids, [ he says, though he sounds less peeved and more relieved. He's never held a baby before and had been almost immediately consumed with the fear that he'd somehow manage to drop him on his head. ] Hera, right?

[phoenixleader]

They shouldn't, and yet.

[ Carefully as she can, she adjusts the screaming, crying kid and gently rocks him. The kids she usually deals with at the youth center are a bit older, but there's the occasional young one like this. She's gotten a little bit of practice, at least. ]

And you're Rex. Yes. Trust me, I'll avoid saying too much.

o3 bcuz kanan hates me

[kanyounot]

[ Why is Kanan in this parking lot just now? Who knows. The Force brought him here, or something. Just in time to see - or hear, rather - a bunch of clones get materialized. Great. ]

Well... that's creepy. Is that your superpower?

gotta terrorize him w clones at EVERY OPPORTUNITY

[ct_7567]

It's grotesque, is what it is, [ Rex grumbles, bringing one hand up to rub at his temple. He's not sure if he's got a headache because some version of himself decided to smash his face into a pole, if it's because he hates what he's doing so much or, most likely, he's just concentrating too hard on something that doesn't come naturally to him. Even without seeing his face, there's no mistaking Rex's mood; even looking at these things makes him feel deeply unsettled, almost a little ill, and that just makes him grouchy. ]

But as insulting as it is, I can't deny having control over... these would have come in handy after everything went to hell, so here I am. Horrible, isn't it?

[ Regardless of anyone's feelings on clones, Rex is fairly certain that all but the truly pragmatic or cloners themselves can recognize what an affront this is on a moral level. They're little more than meat droids, empty on the inside - and empty in the Force as well. ]

o1. (a gremlin has joined your party)

[darkov]

[they look like...fancy prayer ropes...or something like it; Martin has no idea if people here pray at all. LITTLE DOES HE KNOW THEY'RE STANDING IN A CATHEDRAL TO CAPITALISM!!!!!!!!

while Rex fusses and huffs, Martin spends his time quietly peering at the mannequin heads sporting some of the many ties being fussed and huffed over. it's a curious knot, but it makes sense, picking at it and seeing it from its underside. he picks up one of the fabrics laid out untied, puzzling over how they wind up the shape they do; it's an engrossing enough diversion that he's not bothered by the milling of passers-by for a while.

what does pull him out of his knot-tying zone is the sound of Rex's grumbling. he drops what he's done and looks toward him, curious. oh! he's...

...he's terrible at that.]

Um. [he peeks out from a corner of the mirror.] I can fix that...

a sweet sweet knot-tying boy!

[ct_7567]

Hm?

[ Rex looks back over to Martin, having been torn from what had appeared to be an incredibly tight focus on a task with which he's had little to no success. The tie is in a knot, which had been the desired end goal. Unfortunately, that's all one could possibly say to commend it. Even Rex can see that it doesn't look remotely the way it's supposed to.

Martin can too, apparently. He'd gotten himself so worked up that he'd almost forgotten he'd left the kid to go amble about the aisles. ]

You know how to work these things? [ He tries not to sound as surprised as he feels. He fails. Still, he crouches in front of the kid, undoing his own shoddy work and stretching both ends out towards him. ] Give it your best shot.

FOR ANAKIN

[ct_7567]

[ When Rex first showed up here, he had intended to report to his commanding officers right away. And, in a way, he had - he'd spoken with General Kenobi and Commander Tano immediately after his arrival. Be that as it may, their importance has a limit: at the end of the day, it's General Skywalker that Rex reports to, and gladly so.

But the man hadn't come to address him directly and after he'd heard about all of the apparent hubbub going on about timelines and then found himself consumed with an apparent nuclear attack and subsequent timeloop, in addition to a whole host of problems he's never faced before... it had been all too easy to allow reporting in to fall by the wayside, particularly when combined with his own ignorance of the situation at hand.

He can only hold off for so long. Upon tracking down his General's address, he dons his armour - clipping his helmet to the back of his belt - and makes his way to De Chima for the first time. Eventually he finds his way to Skywalker's house (home?), crisply knocks thrice and waits at parade rest for whatever it is that awaits him. ]

1

[h2no]

[getting comfortable going back to maurtia falls is important to archie. both because he wants to be able to go and see his friends without feeling like he's vibrating out his skin and also because maybe if the people who were part of the relic bullshit see him and realise he's not actually a threat... it'll help, right? he's not sure, but he hopes so.

even so, he's ducked into a mall. he knows this mall from Before The Bullshit, knows that it was one he didn't actually really cover in vines, which means being inside it doesn't make him want to puke.

he doesn't come across rex immediately? maybe he's almost done looking at ties, maybe he's moved on entirely. anyway, archie doesn't notice him until he's like, almost next to him.]

Oh-- Rex? Wow. Didn't expect to see you here. [why not? he lives in maurtia falls and this is a mall? ...anyway.] Hey, you pickin' a tie? Try the lighter ones. Matches your hair. What's the occasion?

[at least he doesn't look like he crawled out of a bargain bin dumpster today.]

[ct_7567]

[ Rex instinctively runs one hand over his buzzcut when Archie points it out, frowning a little. Or is he really frowning? Maybe that's his face. Archie sure doesn't have any evidence to the contrary. It's not a huge surprise that Archie wasn't expecting him here, though, on account of the fact that Rex wasn't expecting himself here either. He's still feeling a touch self conscious about being here in the first place; picking out clothing for himself still feels like a needless luxury, a useless bit of vanity. ]

I live here, [ he supplies, as though he somehow needs to justify his presence here. ] It's for a job interview. I've been given to understand that darker colours are better for that sort of thing.

[ Hell if he knows, though. ]

o3

[queenofseers]

[ Cass...does not get out much. But it seems when she does, she keeps running into bizarre shit like this- weirdo clones doing walking drills and one acting like a broken robot. God, this place sucks.

At the very least, though, she recognizes Rex from his video post, and knows him to be relatively sane. Are these...what other clones are like? That doesn't seem right. ]

...Is he alright? [ She approaches, and points to the clone on the ground. ]

[ct_7567]

...that's going to be a no.

[ Rex rises to his feet with a sigh, looking Cass over curiously as he tries to place where he's heard that voice before. Then it clicks: Cass, that Earth girl he'd spoken to over the network. He'd liked her all right, so it's well enough that it's not a hostile approaching him while he's trying to master this blasted power he's been cursed with. ]

Creating these things is, apparently, my superpower. [ It should be difficult to say the word superpower with that much disdain, but Rex manages. The clone on the ground kicks a little feebly. Rex looks pained. ] It's a work in progress. Cass, right?

02

[codeofiron]

[One booth over, Brandon has been collecting himself after his own practice session. Ensuring that everything, from his guns to his tie, are in exactly the same condition as the were before.

He always pays some level of attention to anyone else at the range. He's spent years training and guiding others in places like this, and it's hard to turn off the part of him noting down that booth number three keeps pulling to the right, that booth number five takes too long to aim. He doesn't want to turn it off, honestly. It would be risky, to let a skill go. And it would be denying who he is, what he's done for the past eight years. He generally stops at noting things down, though. If the people here wanted advice, they likely had their own sources for it.

Brandon's curious, though, about the man next to him today. The man's too good a shot not to know what he's doing, but he seems oddly clumsy about it in a way that's not just being out of practice. So when Brandon hears the remark about inefficiency on his way out, for once, he stops.]

You're used to something else?

[ct_7567]

[ When Brandon approaches Rex turns around quickly, removing the provided ear protection to loop around his neck. So someone noticed him having difficulties, eh? He can't blame them. When it comes to his standards, he's doing absolutely atrociously, something that he's going to have to fix in short order. ]

I am, yes, [ he says, patting one of the dual holsters at his side. He's always carrying heat no matter what and the handles of his blasters look distinctly different from any other firearm you could find here. ] We use plasma-based weaponry where I'm from, not these slugthrowers.

02

[darkpants_warmfeeling]

[As luck would have it, Helix's own practice area is being repaired today, which means that Jacob is in the booth beside Rex, slamming his own rounds downrange with practiced accuracy. He's not using the more primitive guns of this century, though: he's firing with the Predator replica Revan once built for him, a heavy pistol from the future with a distinctive blue-white muzzle flash.

He's lowering the weapon and taking off his ear protectors when Rex makes his remark, and makes a sympathetic noise.]

You've got that right. Limited ammo, low muzzle velocity... it's been an adjustment, getting used to it.

[ct_7567]

[ Rex hadn't been expecting an answer when he started grousing to himself but he finds himself appreciating the sympathy nonetheless. He removes his own earmuffs and loops them around his neck before removing the magazine of the pistol and emptying its chamber. ]

It's not an adjustment I'm looking forward to. But it looks like you've got a better model than what they're renting out here, [ he says, eyeing Jacob's pistol with no small amount of interest. ] Is that a custom job?

1!! padme is here to save the day rex

[functusofficio]

[ Padme had arrived late to this expedition, mostly because Rex hadn't informed her so much as let it slip during a different casual conversation. She hadn't said anything specific in return, but she showed up fairly afterwards, her own clothing impeccable as always, and when she meets his eyes in the mirror as she comes up behind him her gaze is amused. ]

Rex, please. Do allow me to help with this particular instance. I think you'll find I have developed something of an eye for respectable clothing over time.

thank god someone will...!

[ct_7567]

[ When Rex meets Padme's eyes in the mirror, he immediately turns around, feeling sheepish for no good reason though it only lasts a moment. He's been here for a month but it still feels as though he's not supposed to be in stores like this, that he ought to be busying himself with something a little less frivolous. But there's not all that much to do - which must be what Padme had in mind when she'd spoken about trying to enjoy what this place has to offer. ]

I don't doubt that at all, ma'am, [ he says, regaining his composure. He believes it too. Of his admittedly small social circle, he doesn't know anyone with as many changes of clothing as Senator Amidala. ]

And I'd appreciate it. I'll be the first to admit that I don't know what I'm looking for. Beyond my research, that is.

[ On one hand, he wouldn't want Padme to think he hasn't done his due diligence. On the other, his research had been mainly staring at whatever came up on the search engine and marveling at how much people could write about what looked like negligible differences to him and finding that he could not, in fact, tell the difference between half of what was on display. ]

4

[ashla]

[Of course she knows where Rex works. She's made it her business to keep tabs on where a few people she actually cared about work! Not that she's stalking or anything, but it was a habit she had picked up in the last few months. Keep tabs on the people she cared about, but not actually... interact or bother them much.]

[Mostly because she was hiding herself away after Obi-wan had left. The place had gotten closed off and isolated now that she was there alone, which she kicked herself for. Once in a while, however, she had that need to touch base with a person.]

[Today it was Rex. She had a bag of Chinese take out in one hand, tied up and and kept low to the side. When Rex finished his talk with the kids, she moved to intercept the man. The young hermit ex-Jedi seeking him out in human form, mostly too keep from being too eye catching. The face 'tattoos' were eye catching enough, no?]

The limited knowledge of this planet's own galaxy is astounding. [She commented, then lifted the bag with a brow lifted, questioning.] Have you had lunch yet?

[ct_7567]

[ Up until this point, Rex hadn't given much thought to Grievous' talk about non-humans being given human bodies. It had seemed an insulting notion to him, even as a human, but he hadn't thought about it too long afterwards; what Grievous did with his own time was none of Rex's business, after all, and he had no intention of speaking to the madman ever again.

When another human approaches him, he turns to look at her with a practiced sort of placidity on his face, clearly expecting either a question or a request for him to deal with before he can finally shoo the kids out so he can shut down the exhibit for an hour. Moments afterwards, he gapes. ]

Commander?

[ This is too weird, even for Rex. Are those tattoos supposed to be her markings? Stars, he can't imagine changing forms this much. ]

o3 -insert slow applause-

[prophesiedone]

[He's not sure what he is seeing, but it deserves some sarcastic applause! Anakin steps out from the shadows a moment later, grinning good-naturedly. He is in civilian attire, but there is a lightsaber at his hip and his right arm/hand are definitely mechanical.]

Adjusting to your powers?

[ct_7567]

[ Rex looks up sharply, startled by the sudden presence of company before he realizes exactly who his company is and scrambles to his feet. ] Sir!

[ He had had designs on figuring out how to get ahold of his General in a way that didn't require a voicemail - or, god forbid, a text - amounting to hello, sir, I know you're here and there's a whole lot of hubbub about timelines and things going wrong and while I'm not entirely certain what to make of it, I still consider following your lead one of my duties but I haven't been able to figure out whether leading us is still one of yours. He can't tell whether he's got good luck to have to avoid that whole introduction or bad luck to have his General watch him muck up like this.

A little bit of both, he decides. He glances at his replica, legs hopelessly trying to march in mid-air, and feels his neck get slightly too hot for his liking. ] It's still a work in progress. It's good to see you.

[ And, as awkward as he feels, it's said sincerely. For all everyone else seems to be from disparate times, General Skywalker looks exactly as he remembers him, just minus those robes the Jedi wear into battle instead of nice, sensible armour, much to the GAR's despair. ]