OPEN LOG

[ct_7567]

WHO: REX and YOU!
WHERE: Various locations of Maurtia Falls!
WHEN: Throughout July!
WHAT: In order: an armed chase scene, run-ins with disrespectful reporters, a confusing visit to the shopping mall, and various domestic activities!
WARNINGS: Swearing, superhero genre-appropriate violence!



REX OPEN LOG

[ i. a chase scene. ]

[ Unbeknownst to Rex, here’s the scene:

There are five masked robbers. After a successful haul, two decided to take the whole haul and book it on foot, because they’re about as smart as they are law-abiding. The other three chase after them with, it seems, every intention of killing their former allies.

Here’s what Rex sees: two idiots in animal masks shooting wildly behind them at three idiots in matching animal masks who are shooting wildly back, none of them particularly good at shooting, but all of them extremely capable of causing a great deal of property damage and hurting just about everyone but the people they actually intend to hit. It’s of no surprise, then, that even off-duty and in plainclothes he winds up sprinting after them, reaching for his own blasters. ]

Stop! [ He bellows. ] MFPD!

[ Well. Now they’ve got someone else to shoot at. ]

[ ii. rex vs reporters. ]

[ The life of an imPort is the life of a celebrity, and one that’s more or less passed Rex by. But the longer he’s here, the more he finds himself as the focus of unwanted attention, and no attention is more unwanted than the one he’s receiving right now, as he’s exiting one of his usual haunts and simply trying to go about his daily routine. Some questions are better than others. You may bear witness to:

A: ] CT-7567! CT-7567! We’ve received reports that you’ve recently undergone brain surgery? Is that true? Is it contagious to the native population? Do you feel this impacts your ability to serve --

Number one, the name’s Rex. Number two - who in the hell told you that?

We take the protection of our sources very serio--

To hell with your sources, they have no business spreading around someone else’s personal business --

[ B: ] Rex! We’ve received reports that you were on the scene of Cassandra Igarashi’s death. Do you have any comments?

Fuck off.

Is that on the record?

[ Rex, temperamental as ever, snatches the reporter’s microphone. ] On the record, fuck off.

[ C: You may think that Rex just has extremely poor luck with reporters, but then… ]

Ah, Rex! There’s our imPort of the hour! Your fans want to know: what’s your favourite food?

[ Dourly: ] I don’t see how that’s any of your business.

[ …or maybe he just doesn’t like talking to reporters. ]

[ iii. rex vs a shopping mall ]

[ Here, Rex is wandering around the Maurtia Falls shopping mall. More specifically, he’s looking around the teen boys section, dubiously eyeing the seemingly endless amount of clothing hanging from the racks or sitting tidily on the shelves. At the moment, he’s standing by a rack of bright yellow cardigans with stitched initials on the lapel with a helpful worker informing him that they’re very in right now!

He doesn’t look convinced. He tugs one out a little, muttering to himself, ] I’ve never understood who decides that sort of thing.

[ iv. various domesticities. ]

[ Otherwise? Rex can be found in his home in Maurtia Falls 4, at the shooting range sharpening up his skills, doing various household chores in supermarkets and the like, training at the gym where there may be a few people giving him dirty looks and murmuring about some water bottle incident, or jogging around the city. Or hit me with your own!

If you’d like a personal prompt, feel free to PM me or pp me @ Wisdombitch! ]

Comments

iii

[merging]

[Guess who's been outgrowing his clothes, but is also still pretty small? This kid! He's reluctantly buying some new clothes after a training session with Kanan. Look, he's the kind of person who likes to use something until it rips... and several things have ripped, actually. Luckily nothing he's wearing right now.]

Me neither. Orange is better anyways.

[ct_7567]

[ Ah, Ezra. It's been some time since he's seen the kid - not since Cassandra had grown seriously ill, and certainly not since he got his skull split open. He assumes he's been doing... whatever it is kids Ezra's age do. School? Soccer practice? Running facefirst into altercations to attack large men with guns? ]

I've always been partial to blue myself. [ He sets the cardigan back down. ] You must be around Martin's age now. What do kids your age wear? [ He pauses. ] Do you socialize with kids your age?

[ There's a good chance Ezra doesn't. The blind leading the blind. That's how it always seems. ]

[merging]

I don't know how old Martin is, but I'm 18 now.

[Which is important when you're 18, or so he's learned in his time here. Also Rex just asked if he had friends, which is... thanks, Rex.]

Anyways, mostly stuff like jeans and t-shirts? And yeah, I do. I help Kanan out with his stuff sometimes and the younger imPorts also have meet-ups and junk. [He doesn't actually have that many friends his age. He didn't have that many back home either, or the ones he did were also rebels.] But if this is for him, shouldn't he be the one picking it out?

iiA

[hadthehighground]

[Obi-Wan wasn’t particularly fond of Maurtia Falls, but he did come every now and then as a kyber crystal cave was located nearby. It was one of the few places in this world that felt somewhat familiar and comforting to him.

After a particularly heavy conversation with Jadus on the network, the Jedi had sought solace there in meditation.

Done with that, he was now walking the streets of the city, just in time to see Rex get accosted by reporters. The Jedi deciding to step in.]

That’s quite enough. All of you know full well that medical history is protected privacy.

[Unfortunately for Obi-Wan, this caused the reporters to focus their attention on him instead.]

Obi-Wan Kenobi! Are you going to comment on your murder last year? How do you feel now that Count Dooku is gone?

[This caused the Jedi to frown and sigh before he waved his hand in front of the gaggle of reporters.]

You don’t need to know the boring details of our lives.

[The reporters stiffened, their eyes going blank and their voices flat.]

We don’t need to know the boring details of your lives.

You have better things to do. Be on your way.

We have better things to do. We’ll be on our way.

[And with that they filed off, leaving the two Imports in peace.]

[ct_7567]

[ Rex watches them go, exhaling as he shakes his head a little. Sometimes he can't believe these reporters' nerve. A part of him longs for the days when he'd been seen as nothing more than a particularly interesting bit of wallpaper. At least they hadn't been accosting him in the streets then. ]

Thanks for the save, sir, [ he says once they're out of sight, crossing his arms as he turns to face Obi-Wan. ] I wouldn't mind being able to do that trick myself. Mainly on them. They're relentless.

[ And have been to Obi-Wan as well, he's sure. If Rex is interesting them to them, well. Someone like a Jedi must be twice as appealing. ]

iv. shooting range

[bad_crowmance]

[ Truth be told, Marturia Falls isn't Crow's usual stomping grounds. He lives in Heropa for now and it's... pretty nice. Warmer than he'd like, but he'd rather be warm than cold any day of the week. But staying in one place too long makes him itch, makes his mind wander until he can't take it anymore and his feet start wandering, too. He's never been good at sitting in one place for too long.

The bad news is that airships aren't nearly as common in this world as they are in his own. Pretty much nonexistent, for all that the tech is otherwise either keeping pace with or surpassing that of his own. Sure they have "airplanes," but those are cramped boxes in comparison to the luxury of even a freight airship. Trains are an option for travel, but Crow prefers to keep those as a last resort.

That's where the good news comes in though-- Porters. Sure, they can only teleport you to imPort hotspots, but it's still a pretty damned convenient way of traveling around the eastern coast of the country (once you get past the paperwork, anyway). So he'd been hopping around from town to town, checking out the lay of the land. It never hurts to know your surroundings and may even come in handy one day.

There's places here and there than Crow's found he likes best in each city-- a coffee shop in De Chima, a casino in Marturia Falls, a thrift store in Nonah. And so it goes. He's actually in Marutria Falls today, but it's not the gambling circuit he's hitting up this time (it's only illegal if you get caught,) but another favourite standby-- the shooting range. It's been a while since he'd had a chance to hit up the shooting range but he's there now, getting ready to sharpen his skills.

He's not the only person though, there's a guy-- some guy he doesn't recognize, a man with a too-serious air about him. But Crow's a curious kind of guy so instead of starting immediately on his own practice, he stands a respectable distance away and watches the other man shoot. ]

Re: iv. shooting range

[ct_7567]

[ In all honesty, Rex is the sort of guy who should expect to get on-lookers. He has a tendency to shoot with flair and the mere fact that he's shooting with a firearm in each hand is unusual enough to spark notice. He can't help it; he's always liked to show off, as much as he'll deny it, and he's got to keep his skills sharp somehow. They're certainly not kept sharp through his policework.

He can feel a presence at his back but finishes the round first - he's generally a great shot; his shooting's not perfect, but it's close - before turning around, removing his ear protection and letting it hang loosely around his neck. He arches his brow at the guy watching him, taking him in. ]

Can I help you?

time 4 the daddening

[darkov]

...Rex? Sir?

[he's finally able to make himself pipe up, after many many minutes of beginning to stew over what he and Andy discussed weeks before. he wasn't going to, but as the two of them were sitting, with whatever program Rex had on was on commercial, some image of a father playing around with his kids dredged it all back up and left Martin feeling somewhat on-the-spot.

he'd tried to just fall back into the trance of knitting, but with all that building up on his mind, he found he was making more mistakes than progress. so he gives up trying to detangle yarn in favor of detangling these thoughts and just...do as Andy suggested. try. learn. ask.]

Could I ask what you think about...something?

IM READY

[ct_7567]

Hm?

[ Rex is scarcely watching, really. He's been letting it play as some background noise as he flips idly through the paper, wrinkling his nose at some of the news and putting other sections of the paper aside as being mainly useless frippery. He'd assumed that Martin had been absorbed in this programming the whole time, letting his hands work on automatic the way they seem to sometimes.

He sets the paper down. ]

Of course. What is it?

IIa, gotta help the broooo

[loyal_soldier]

[He'd normally run into Rex on the regular for training, but since the chips came to light, he's been around more often.

And that means he's on the scene when the press ambush Rex. More than a year on Earth and he's still not truly used to this, but it's not much different than a pushy civvie getting up in his face back home.]

Please direct your questions to an MFPD spokesperson, not an officer. Be on your way.

[Almost, but not quite like back at home. He can't legally arrest these people, and they know enough about Rex that he's really fighting the urge to try it anyway. So when the reporter turns to him instead, his blank expression hardens into something more dangerous, eyes going a bit wide rather than narrowing.]

TK-622, we've also received reports that--

Please direct your questions to an Aegis Force's spokesperson. Be on your way.

[He squares up next to Rex, staring down the reporter.]

[ct_7567]

[ Having Rex stare them down is one thing, and a thing that tends to work for all but the most insistent of reporters. Having two of them stare them down is another thing entirely. Up close like this, it's easier to see them as clones instead of the twins they tell everyone they are. There's a steadiness in their story, a uniformity in the way they hold themselves, from the tilt of their chins to the slope of their shoulders that's identical. It veers into the uncanny in a way that will likely be published as its own story at some point, in some horrible rag of a paper.

Rex hand meant to get more information out of them, but that's a losing battle. Probably for the best that they scare the whelps away. ] You heard the man.

[ They back off, scarpering with their cameras held tightly to their chests. Rex watches them go until they're no longer in sight, then takes a step back, shaking his head. They've always been a thorn in his side, but this is something else entirely. ]

I almost miss the days when they didn't think we had enough brains to have a comment, [ he comments dryly, turning to face 622. ] Thanks for the back-up.

[ i. a chase scene. ]

[nightfallallegro]

[ This wasn't Nightfall's turf, and therefore was in plain clothes when she first hear the shooting. It then took a while for her to find a place with no people or cameras so she could use her power to change into her costume. And, well, by that point in time the shots were getting closer.

She peeked out of an alleyway, just in time to see the people in animal masks coming closer.

Well. At least they were themed robbers instead of themed villains.

At just the right time she sped out of her hiding spot and attempted to slam into the legs of the two in front to knock them to the ground. Regardless of if it worked or not, she'd be back on her feet in no-time, seeking shelter if the targets weren't on the ground, and seeking to disarm them (with a set of heels, if that's what it took) if they were.

Either way, she had yet to see Rex, or rather, recognise him as an officer of the law. ]

[ct_7567]

[ The two in the front are on the ground, but the same can't be said for the three pursuing them, who look between Nightfall and their downed ex-comrades with an expression of faint panic, reaching for their firearms. At least, that's what they were doing until Rex makes the executive decision to simply hurl himself in their direction, sending the three of them toppling with a painful sounding thump; all three of them are definitely skinned and absolutely a little bloodied by it, but it's a small price to pay.

One's firearm skitters across the pavement, making its way to one of the previously-disarmed criminals who seizes it and points it at Nightfall, hands shaking, but not too badly to pull the trigger.

His aim's a little high. Good for a headshot. Not so good at getting a good shot. It's a rookie move. From the ground, Rex can only bellow: ] Duck!

i

[honeybadgered]

[She is darkness. She is the night. She is--nah, just kidding, she's wearing a bright yellow hoodie as part of her costume Gabby's not even kind of darkness. But she is patrolling with Jonathan. It's part boredom, part getting to know the neighborhood, part habit. She is a superhero, after all.

When she hears gunshots, she stops and turns, then glances down at Jonathan.]

All right, it's go time. Ready, Jonathan the Unstoppable?

[He grunts, and she disconnects his leash. They run towards the scene. She can't get a good look at anyone's face from her angle, but it looks like five on one, and those don't seem like very fair odds.

She charges in, putting herself between the first guy and the robbers. She's got kevlar on under her sweatshirt, and she doesn't feel pain and can heal immediately. This isn't very dangerous for her, no matter how many bullets there are. But the robbers see an adorable little girl suddenly running in the path of their bullets. It's enough to at least throw them off, and that's enough for Jonathan to come from behind and bite one of them in the ankle. Beautiful, beautiful chaos. She can work with this.

Gabby grins and with two twin snikts, pops her claws out.] All right. [She grins, glancing over her shoulder.] Don't worry, sir, we'll--Oh, it's you.

[ct_7567]

[ There's the sound of rubber rubbing itself raw against the pavement as Rex skids to a halt out of instinct and a desire not to run over that small shape that had suddenly popped out in front of him. He swears, loudly and colourfully (though with swear words that Gabby doesn't know - well, swear words Gabby knows now), and moves to maneuver himself around her without skipping a beat. ]

I'm worried all right, I'm worried about you, it's -- oh.

[ It's her again. The little clone, the one with the claws and a complete lack of respect for everything from her elders to, apparently, common morality. He wants to tell her that this is no place for her, maybe lecture her on how dangerously she's acting, but there's no time. Through the panic, a couple of the men are looking towards them, realizing that they're being pursued by two imPorts. They raise their firearms. They're now in a firefight. And it's while he's with a little girl. ]

Careful! [ He shouts, running ahead and in front of her, elbowing one of the robbers to the ground before he has a chance to shoot her, sending the bullet whizzing up into the air instead.

That's two down, one thanks to Rex, and the other thanks to Jonathan the Unstoppable. Three to go. ]

3

[monster_san]

[Fuu is in Maurtia Falls for a real reason now that she has three entire friends living in that city. She's also taken pains to keep to areas that seem less volatile. She's looking around for inspiration and for nice things to get her friends when she spots a familiar figure, looking rather at sea.

She draws closer to observe until she's sure she's got an idea of what he's up to.]

Excuse me... it's Officer Rex, isn't it?

If you don't mind me saying so, it looks like you're in need of assistance.

[ct_7567]

[ Rex glances over at the voice, looking about as beleaguered as he looks. He's an accomplished soldier in his day. He's done days-long treks through the wilderness, stayed awake for days at a time, stayed motionless in one spot for hours upon hours, and somehow it's always the mall that manages to chip away at his considerable endurance with remarkable spead. ]

Is it that obvious? [ He gives her a considering one-over, recognition registering in his mind. ] You're that girl, aren't you? The one with the force fields. Fuu.

IIA

[consulinchief]

[Roland sees the interaction from across the street, and quickly crosses to get between them.]

I think Rex raises a valid point in asking you for your source. Because even if they happen to be correct, they just blatantly violated multiple HIPAA laws, and that would bring him well within his rights to bring about a lawsuit.

[The reporter stammers a bit about freedom of the press, which Roland quickly cuts off.]

And individuals have their medical information not being disclosed to reporters without his express authorization.

[A brief pause, starting up again before the reporter can get a word in.]

And as I mentioned before, that's all just assuming your source is correct. If he isn't... well then that's slander--libel, if you publish it--and once again, he's well within his rights to bring about a lawsuit, wouldn't you say?

[The reporter stammers a bit before backing off, though not leaving the area completely.]

[ct_7567]

[ Rex is well-acquainted with the law, but only as they pertain to his job. All of this, with the HIPAA and lawsuits - that's well beyond his jurisdiction, and he'd never bothered to learn much about it. It hadn't interested him in any respect. Hearing Roland speak now, he's beginning to wish he had learned. It's an impressive display. Honestly, it reminds him of Senator Amidala when she gets in her stride, eyeing down whatever whelp had the poor luck of crossing her in her efforts. He glances over at Roland, not yet allowing gratitude to reach his eyes - he's got an image he has to maintain, especially in front of this lot - and looks back at the reporter. ]

You heard the man. Either you tell me who your source is, or I'll be pressing charges. As much as you put others into the public eye, I doubt you'll enjoy the experience much yourself. It's not a nice place to be, the other side of the camera. [ He raises a brow, as rigid as ever as the reporter continues to attempt to argue. ] If you wish to try your luck, then by all means, do so.

[ He crumbles. It was a member of the MFPD, he cries out, and that's all he knows! Rex's frown deepens. ]

That's all. You may go. [ The man flees, leaving Rex and Roland behind. ]

Thanks for that. It sounds as though I've got some brushing up on the local laws to do. How did you know all that?

ii - c

[lesterzeppelin]

[ Yeah, this interview is going disastrously. Lester doesn't need to be a genius to see that some outside interference is needed. In the past, he might've yelled for a distraction. Now, he snaps his fingers, forcing the cacophony of outside noises - cars driving by, pedestrians bustling to and fro, vendors selling their food truck wares – to fade in favor of a surprise pop-up concert.

The concert doesn't exist. The musicians don't exist. When a guy like Apollo can control soundwaves and make a crowd hear what he wants them to hear, none of those silly logistical things matter. But as the reporters turn to find the source of the sound, Lester takes advantage to squeeze past them all and towards Rex, ]

Hey! [ he forces his voice louder towards Rex as he approaches, just in case, ] Let's get going.

[ct_7567]

[ The sudden concert surprises Rex as much as it does the reporters, steeling himself and looking around based on the sudden change of atmosphere, more primed for an attack than anything else. But once Apollo shows up and guides Rex away, he follows, baffled. ]

Was that your doing?

Open Prompt II: Rex Rescue Boogaloo

[redwarhawk]

[That's one of them. One of the clones that looked so very like Khomo in a way that made her chest ache for the loss--and she had wanted to break her boot off in his ass the last time she'd seen him. Fuckssakes, this blows.

Blond Clone and therefore Rex doesn't seem to be having much of a good time either, getting mobbed by reporters and microphones and wow some really fucking invasive questions. She could stay out of it, but that last bit, the snarled-defiant "On the record, Fuck Off." sells him completely as one of Her People. She has to rescue him.

She comes at him from off to one side, where he can see her: not a threat from behind, not added problems from the front like the fucking information vultures. Possibly overcautious, but soldiers were jumpy people, especially when surrounded by assholes. She makes sure he sees her and her smile be for she wraps both arms around his waist from behind, nuzzling into his neck like a lover. She purrs lovingly for the recording equipment, and then quietly, for his ears alone, switches languages before he mule-kicks her on reflex or worse.]

K'oyacyi, vod. (Literal: "Stay alive, brother" just meaning "Hang in there." Not sure how much Mando'a Rex knows, so putting literal translations and slang/etc meaning)

[She rests her chin on his shoulder, giving the suddenly wildly flashing cameras bedroom eyes.]

Pirunir sur'haaise, 'lek? (Literal: "Let's make their eyes water, yeah?", essentially "Let's give them hell," etc.)

[Back to Basic, letting the whatever let her be understood here take over. She sounds absolutely casual and relaxed, all lazy drawl]

Ass. His favorite food is ass.

[ct_7567]

[ Rex notices the woman approaching, but thinks very little of it; she's just another person who happens to be enjoying the unintentional show he's putting on, and he's got little patience for it. And then she approaches, and then she uses mando'a, a language he's only heard here from what little he's managed to teach 622 and Boba prior to his port-out, and his eyes widen. Mandalorians prefer not to recognize him as one of them on the whole - hell, they seem to prefer not to recognize even his progenitor as one of their own half the time, too violent and crass by half to fit in with their current philosophy of pure pacifism - so to hear it here, to him, recognized as someone who is one of them -- that would be enough of a shock on its own.

He doesn't have enough time to respond before she curls around him. It's not that Rex has never been flirted with before, for show or not - romantic or not, he spends his nights with a woman who's more elbow than person, and he's got his fair share of admirers that tend along the lines of single parents looking for a fling or people who simply like a man in uniform - but nobody ever does this. He tends to have an air about him that prevents even most he considers friends from being too hands-on with him. Warning or no, he stiffens in shock and absolute discomfort, gaping at the cameras and choking and sputtering on every single word that comes to mind. ]

I -- you --

[ He can feel the flush spreading up the back of his neck, and the reporters look at that with the delight of what they presume to be a confirmed story, smelling blood in the water. The stories they already had were juicy. A new imPort affair? Now that's the sort of thing that sells papers. All at once, all eyes swivel onto her, the few reporters there immediately peppering her with questions.

Who are you? Are you a new imPort? How long have you been together? What's your sex life like? ]

ii-B

[codeofiron]

[Brandon has the luck, for an imPort, of typically being ignored by reporters. He doesn't exactly offer much in terms of quotes, and he's usually around more talkative (and more marketable) people. He's been less lucky this year (there is, he's heard, a betting pool on who will finally find out what happened to his eye), but that's hardly going to keep him from helping out a friend who has it worse.

Brandon slides through the passers-by beginning to gather around and taps Rex on the shoulder.] Meeting. We'll be late.

[The reporter had been beginning to cower away, but sensing the presence of someone less likely to swear at him, he pivots to Brandon.] Brandon Heat! Do you have comments on the current power vacuum in City Hall?

[Brandon turns away without another word, assuming Rex will follow.]

[ct_7567]

Classified. Kriff off.

[ It's funny - Rex hasn't been considered more demonstrative than the company he keeps in a long time. Enter one Brandon Heat, and he looks downright overemotional. He dislikes how the press gets at them, though, how they dig their nails into the sensitive spots of their lives as though they're entitled to answers, or if not answers, then some sort of reaction. He gives them one last dirty look, as though he's regarding something particularly rotten on the bottom of his heel before doing a neat turn and following Brandon (who had doubtlessly been attempting to stop him from swearing at them any further) to wherever it is he's being led. ]

Rodents, the lot of them.