[OPEN] here they played out their peaceful lives

[theheartofwar]

WHO: Canderous, and anyone!
WHERE: Various cities
WHEN: Week of his arrival
WHAT: Canderous explores this brand new planet! Shenanigans happen, and some continued TDM threads.
WARNINGS: Violence, and I'd suggest checking out his permissions and warnings



[A: Nonah, settling in]

[Canderous's new quarters aren't bad. He'd been used to the confined quarters of the Ebon Hawk - four bunk to a room, and long hyperdrive routes to boot. Crowded as it was, it was still better than pitching up every night in the field, or sleeping in his armor, propped up against a wall. The others complained sometimes, but it was childish whining, really.]

[Regardless, his new housing is very much different. There's a convenient table for him to deposit his heavy repeater onto, which is the second thing he does after securing the rooms, with a heavy thunk. It's been feeling subtly off since it was back in his hands, but now he has the privacy and the time to figure out why. He examines every inch of it, and his knuckles brush up against a switch that wasn't there before. Then, with equal amounts of surprise and irritability;]

Who touched my gun?

[He peers at it incredulously. Of all things...?]

A stun setting? How do I get rid of it?

[Rattle, clank. Rattle, clank. The sound of some pissed-off mechanic rattling, as well as some occasional cursing floats from his apartment, into the street and neighboring properties. It goes on throughout the night.]


[B: De Chima, shooting range]
[After Canderous had almost ripped the guts of his entire heavy repeater apart just to make sure nothing else had been messed with, or that it wasn't going to blow up if he pulled the trigger, he decides to test its functions. The staff hadn't been too happy to see it brought in, but a little bit of browbeating and they let him in easily enough. Feh, some things were still the same, no matter where he went.]

[Regardless, he hefts his heavy repeating blaster up against a target, and pulls the trigger. It's a weapon meant to be mounted on combat vehicles, there isn't much target left by the time it cycles down.]


[C: Maurtia Falls, late night adventure]

[Wearing a sleeveless black tank top and a leather vest, Canderous doesn't seem particularly bothered by the moderate cold, even with his exposed arms. He's without his heavy repeater, since it attracts a little too much attention from the locals, but that doesn't mean he's unarmed. He doesn't seem particularly bothered wandering around at night either, relaxed but alert, glancing inquisitively at the sights and people around him.]

[Which is how he manages to find himself standing at the mouth of an alleyway, arms crossed as he talks down to a man standing opposite him. There's a very serious irritation in his voice, alongside a certain edge of impatience in his narrowed eyes.]

You think I'll work as a merc again for a handful of creds? Hah!

["I mean, I kind of heard you're not the nicest guy around. Bit of an asshole, really. And I'm sure you didn't get those scars being a-!" Canderous's eyes narrow, and he interrupts him with a punch to the gut. He crumples with the impact like plaster.]

If there's anything worth doing, it's worth doing yourself. [he lectures the wheezing, huddled man on the floor, who scrambles to his feet and tries to duck past him. Canderous strides forward, and yanks him back by the collar without much investment into the action, like it's a favor really. Bringing him right up face-to-face, hands fisted tight in his collar.]

And don't run like a coward, fight your own battles as well! [he barks.] Have a little self-respect!

[After a few, breathless seconds, the man brings a fist up, thumping him weakly on the chest. Canderous doesn't look impressed.]

Yeah. [Canderous says, a curl to his lips.] Exactly like that, but just a little harder.

[D: Various locations, general]

[Otherwise, Canderous is out and about exploring his surroundings. A passive, unhurried sort of investigation, in bars and other locales. A beach in Heropa, an industrial area in Nonah, the stoop of your housing... he takes it all with a measured eye.]

Comments

D, Heropa, because why not!

[namesaquestion]

[Given all the Berry Plants Nikolai's growing (in pots on the balcony with wire cages around them). Yea. His flat sticks out like a sore thumb.

His hackles and assumptions are raised as soon as he notices the man.]

What are you staring at?! Even plants from my world don't grow themselves!

[...First impressions are still not his forte.

Never mind his plants really do not look like anything native to this world.]

[theheartofwar]

[He's being yelled at by an angry gardener youth to mind his own business. He's seen it all, now. Canderous snorts, fairly amused as he tilts his chin to the side to take a better look at the plants and person in question.]

I'm not seeing anything but weeds. [It's half a taunt.]

[namesaquestion]

[The redhead meets the taunt with a piercing glare as he stands, arms crossed. Not that it'll make him taller. He's under five and a half feet for one.]

Hmph! Shows what you know. That thing? [He points to plant that's starting to turn a silver-blue colour.] It'll grow into something which cures paralysis, unlike the weeds here.

[theheartofwar]

[You know what? He can respect a little bit of backbone.] Consider me corrected, [he says, still fairly amused]

And all that from a weedy little shrub! I should remember that appearances aren't everything.

D, Jeopardy, Sith Drama Levels at maximum

[jadus]

Darth Jadus had been known throughout the Sith Empire as an implacable figure. He held his emotions so close and so secret that others could not read them. To other Sith, he seemed emotionally dead. Their fear of him had supported his already formidable power. And for many years, he had remained this way. Untouchable, unassailable.

Just last month, an anomaly had reminded him how tenuous his position was. It had wormed its way into his mind, and he had lost control. Out spilled his emotions in all their power, and he retreated from the city as his mental barriers disintegrated. The scars he had left could still be found, if one wandered into the desert.

The change in the air might be the first sign for those who knew the Dark Side's power. Though the temperature did not change, the air still felt colder, somehow, with an oppressive weight to it that grew stronger the closer one came to its source. Other signs of the power released here soon followed, hardy desert shrubs now grew twisted and malignant, and large geometric patterns might be noticed on the ground. Small spires of vitrified sand stood like the dead stalks of strange plants. They grew taller and more numerous, until finally they suddenly stopped. The ground here was hard, melted into solid glass.

In this central point, he meditated on his failure.

[theheartofwar]

Canderous isn't sure why he's taking off into the desert like this, but he has a strong suspicion that it's because he's getting incredibly damn well fed up with constant, irritating attention that comes with being an imPort. He's wearing his casual outfit, and carrying plenty of supplies, water, and weapons on him. The desert out here reminds him of Ordo. Less sand than Tatooine, the ground packed hard under his feet, stubborn shrubs poking out of the earth.

It's easy. But after a while of silent walking, there was a certain chill in the air that he recognised. Like on Korriban. He shrugs it off, but after a moment of thoughtful consideration, slings his heavy repeater over his shoulder and zeroes in on the source. Canderous isn't a Jedi or a Sith, but he's got eyes, hasn't he? The air feels colder, but for Canderous it's electrifying, an eagerness in the pit of his stomach that lures him towards a potential challenge. Maybe there's a decent battle worth having here, after all.

When he arrives at what appears to be the epicenter, he stops at the edges of the glassed perimeter, boots kicking up dust as he comes to a halt. He lowers his heavy repeater, holding it by his side. Yeah, there's no mistaking what that is.

"Hey, Sith," he calls out.

[jadus]

Meditation interrupted, his mind turned outward to examine it. A mind hungry for conflict. There was no wonder, no uncertainty as it moved closer. This one knew.

He stood as it drew close, eyeless mask turned towards it. A human. Armed. And bearing a distinctive tattoo.

"So. A warrior of Clan Ordo comes, seeking conflict." His voice is calm, dispassionate. Cold, but not harsh. This close to him, his aura was palpable in the air, radiating Dark without hint of the emotion that fueled it.

"What is your name?"

[theheartofwar]

A warrior of Clan Ordo. Now that is exactly what he is, and it's strangely affirming to hear it like that. It feels good to be recognized. The corner of Canderous's mouth curls up into a smile, and his heart goes thud, once, slow in his chest. His blood starts to run cold as the other talks in that dispassionate voice, but he chalks that up to the air. There's an interesting quality to the facelessness of his mask, echoing Revan's decision. Canderous wonders as to his reasons, but doesn't dwell on it too long. Of all people, he knows of the meaning of a mask.

It feels like something is burrowing into his chest, gnawing at the warmth of his heart and all that is left of him-

"My name's Canderous." He glances down and slams a fist over his chest, as if dislodging food. The sensation fades, somewhat. "So you recognize my clan. Do you mind cutting that out, or am I going to have to shoot you?"

Heropa Beach

[generalgrievous]

[He looks very out of place there but Grievous is often found at the beach. He's been here in various guises - human by the shore; alien sunning on the flat rocks - but this day he is the more familiar cyborg, striding purposefully along the sand as if he has somewhere to go. Distracted by looking out to the ocean, he may crash into somebody in his path if they happen to be in his way.... or maybe they do see him coming.]

[theheartofwar]

As stocky and muscular as Canderous is (and as many times as he's pulled this on others), his build is no match for a very heavy cyborg that sends him smacking off chest plate and onto the ground. Oof.

"Do your sensors need recalibrating?" Canderous grumbles, brushing himself off. He almost goes past him, but something stops him. His eyes are suddenly keen, roving over the lines of its construction. This is hardly a protocol droid. There's definitely something... dangerous about the build of this robot in front of him.

[generalgrievous]

The seven foot tall cyborg growls automatically at the stranger.

"You were in my way."

As if it were Canderous' fault that Grievous hadn't been paying attention to his surroundings.

[theheartofwar]

As a wise man once said, one does not get into an argument with a seven foot tall cyborg. Canderous is not that man.

"Like hell I was." He crosses his arms, drawing up to his full height, and stares down at it's "face", only to realise that it has actual, curiously organic eyes, and blistered skin beneath it. His own eyes narrow, radiating surprise.

"What are you?" he asks, blunt.

for boba

[theheartofwar]

[thread from here]

[Four thousand years after his life, the Mandalorians live on. His legend lives on. It's the most he ever could have wanted.]

I have eyes, don't I? [Canderous says, but it's nowhere near as acerbic as a sentence like that usually would be, coming from him.] You're speaking acceptable enough Mando'a. You know your history, and your stories.

[Despite whatever the absolute fuck this Jango Fett was thinking, Canderous almost adds, casually, and it takes pretty much every inch of discipline he has to not give voice to it. He's never had a reason to hold his tongue in his life, but he could make an exception, just this once. The man's dead, and his son is standing in front of him. Which usually, even then, wouldn't be enough of a reason. But Boba's just given Canderous everything he wanted, from hearing a tale from that man, and that's something. If they happen onto the topic, he's not sure he'll be able to muster up the damns given to hold his opinions on it again. For a brief second, a flash of forthright displeasure shows on his face.]

...Even if TK-622 doesn't seem to. [He settles on that. Full stop.]

C

[kanyounot]

[ Kanan is no stranger to wandering around the streets of Maurtia Falls late at night - he keeps weird hours, for one thing, and then sometimes he has to put a stop to nefarious goings-on - to protect the kids he looks after.

The scene he comes upon, however, is clearly not what he was expecting. His eyebrows go up, his eyes, blind as they are, still pretty expressive, all things considered. ]

Did you guys scare off my drug dealers or what?

[theheartofwar]

[The man gasps in relief when he sees Kanan standing there, and starts talking with renewed fervor.]

Oh mother of mercy, you gotta help me-! He tried to rob me!

[He starts squirming in his grip, but Canderous is both unimpressed and undeterred by ineffective flailing, and responds by lifting him bodily off the ground by a few inches. He turns to look at the newcomer, evaluating him shamelessly. Scarred. Blind - or looks it. Evidence of battles. A certain kind of easy confidence that Canderous recognises. Interesting.]

No, I told him exactly what I think of being a mercenary. [he says, with an exaggerated patience that's very clear that he's reaching the end of it.] Not only is it insulting to think that I'd go back to doing somebody else's pathetic dirty work, I have better things to do with my time!

[kanyounot]

You must be new in town.

[ Kanan sighs, shaking his head a little, then addresses the poor slob this guy seems to have taken offense to. ]

You should know better than to offer jobs to random ImPorts, pal.

[ And then he addresses the angry ImPort in question. ]

Seems to me like he's learned his lesson. You've about scared the pants off him.

( C )

[solarcharged]

[ Late night adventures are Apollo's least favourite. Fighting at night puts him at a disadvantage anyway, but especially more so in this world; he can hardly zoom around to the sunny side of the globe to top up his reserves of sunlight, not when he's imprisoned on all four sides by the American border.

But night time brings out the worst in humans, and so that's when Apollo finds his hands most full. Martia Falls is rich with criminal activity, as always, and never more so than after the sun goes down. And by the time he stumbles upon this particular scene, Apollo's already had it up to his (not unimpressive) hairline with idiots hiding in alleyways trying to do idiot things.

Dressed in his usual white and gold he descends from upon high, casting an ambient glow as he touches down upon the alley pavement. ]

I'd offer a helping hand, but... [ He's talking to the imPort but Apollo gestures at them both, amused and completely unfazed by it all. ] I'm not entirely sure who I'm meant to be helping in this situation.

[theheartofwar]

Me! [the other man offers quickly, almost tripping over his words in his haste to get them out.] You should be helping me--ack! [Canderous yanks him closer, cutting off his words.]

Quiet down, men are talking. [With a final dismissive glance, he turns his attention towards Apollo. He looks at the faintly glowing interloper, with narrowed eyes and nothing else. He's displayed a power that is casual, and that is impressive, if how controlled it is.]

If you were listening in, you should know that this idiot thought I could be bought to do menial dirty work, [he explains, voice steady and measured.] As if I don't have anything better to do with my life. I don't need any of your help to deal with this... insult.

[solarcharged]

[ With a sceptic look at the insult in question, Apollo mentally consigns him to 'not a victim' status. Canderous might not need his help but it's a slow night. Apollo lingers. ]

Ah, menial dirty work, I see. Like tidying, washing, cleaning - right?

[ Apollo gives the Insult a condescending smile. ]

You're looking for a cleaner. [ His words are airy but measured, directed to the squirming man in Canderous's hands. Apollo crosses his arms and gives the Insult an indulgent smile as he adds confidingly: ] Sorry, but he - [ He nods towards Canderous ] - doesn't look like a cleaner to me. He actually looks like the kind of guy who'll break your legs and scatter the remains of your kneecaps across two blocks.

[ The smile remains, perfectly innocent, as he turns his focus to Canderous. ]

Am I wrong?

B

[darkpants_warmfeeling]

[Putting in his own target practice nearby with a variety of weapons- some mundane to this world, others more exotic and imPort-designed- Jacob is knocked out of his groove when he hears the roar of the repeater through his ear protectors. Lowering his weapon and looking over, his reaction is one of visible awe.]

That's a hell of a gun. What do you use that thing on, tanks?

[theheartofwar]

[The repeater is definitely not a subtle weapon. Lowering it as he looks to Jacob, flush with something approaching pride, Canderous does like to have his guns shown proper appreciation. He doesn't pass up any chance to boast about it, as pretty much any Mandalorian would.]

A couple of years ago, I did. But it's just people, nowadays. [Canderous says, very candidly. He gives the front of his gun a fond pat, gazing at it in reminiscence.] This is a prototype heavy repeater blaster, the only one of its kind. Saw me through many of my battles.

[darkpants_warmfeeling]

[Jacob steps forward, visibly curious.]

Looks like it must pack a lot of recoil. Can't be easy to handle on foot, either. Do you mind if I...?

[He gestures toward the gun, interested in getting a feel for its weight himself.]

c

[knaval]

[riptide has absolutely no interest in playing hero and stopping crimes around maurtia falls, however this is definitely one of his top 2 places to hang out in. humans are so funny when they get into fights over things!

exhibit a: the scene before him.

now, here's the thing. riptide is big, even for a race of giant robots. he's around thirty two foot tall and definitely not stealthy at all. he's leaning over a low roof of a nearby building, arms crossed, watching this exchange go down.]

Hey! [he calls out at the two.] Are you gonna fight or just talk? Come on, some of us came here for entertainment!

[theheartofwar]

[.....Okay.]

[Canderous has been in this situation before, hecklers and brave idiots thinking he was entertainment. But it's never quite been a giant droid peering at him from a rooftop either. Canderous isn't the type to fight for somebody's amusement, but he's also not the type to let somebody watching deter him from violence either.]

This isn't for you, [he warns him off, loud and clear, moderately disgruntled. Then he hauls off and punches the guy, whose head jerks back with the impact, but he keeps a tight hold on him. Wow, that might have been a tooth or two.]

[knaval]

Yeaaaah, I don't care. I'm watchin' it anyway, bud.

[he shifts a little around the house, coming to actually stand at the far end of the open space. he pops a squat to watch this better.

it's weird and uncomfortable for everyone, right? that might be his intention. or maybe riptide is just a weirdo?]

Maybe don't kill him, though?