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maskormenacelogs2020-05-06 10:30 pm
loyal_soldier) wrote in maskormenacelogs2020-05-06 10:30 pm
[Open] Run before you walk
WHO: TK-622 and you!
WHERE: Anywhere!
WHEN: During the Feywild event!
WHAT: 622's a teenager now! Please help him!
WARNINGS: None so far!
1. Tripped up (in which 622 gets hit by the anomaly, shenanigans happen)
Another anomaly to deal with. He'd been lucky for a while--none of the last few had hit him. He'd gotten lucky. Maybe for this one, he'd get lucky again, and have a real chance to help with the Aegis response.
His luck is never that good, though. Halfway through a step, everything's different. Ten or twelve years fall off his features in an instant*.
And he trips. Possibly into someone. Someone he's never seen before.
"What the--?" He was just on his way to the mess hall, wasn't he? Where is he?
*That's five or six in clone years.
2. Small steps (in which 622 would like to help you, whoever you are)
The gravity here was throwing him off. So was the atmosphere. After months of training in the 1.98 G on Carida, it felt like he was flying with every step. Too bad his back was aching like he'd taken a bad fall--his spine was starting to decompress a little. He'd probably grow another centimeter or so by the end of the day. Until then? It hurt.
Because he'd been told, by a briefing from himself. His older self. A sergeant. One with more scars, who'd been out in the galaxy, fighting for the Empire! There was a lot that wasn't being said there. In a lot of ways it was like listening to the old Republic-made clones that trained them. He kept hoping to hear more about what had happened out there, but... all he could do was piece it together.
He shut it off when the recording admonished him to leave off, that there was classified information he shouldn't know. This was an anomaly, the other-him--the sergeant--he'd said it was one of those. It sounded absolutely unbelievable. But this planet was unbelievable, wasn't it? He had no idea how he'd got here. Apparently in a week or five, he'd just remember all of a sudden. Or become the sergeant.
Better not do anything to make the sergeant pissed off, then. He should go report in to these Aegis people, see if they needed assistance. He was still a cadet, but he'd made it to Carida. That was most of the way to becoming a real Stormtrooper.
And if there's anybody along the way in need of assistance, he can help them!
3. Giant leaps (wheee!)
All right. He was starting to feel better. The dizziness was gone, as was the crunchy back. Even the fatigue from training was gone. But everything still felt ridiculously floaty. They said your muscle and bone density shot way up when you were on Carida, but wow.
He should head back to his assigned quarters. And he'll do that. But he has to put himself through his paces along the way. Burn off some energy.
See how high he could jump now.
For anyone on the street now--there's a teenager with an almost painfully sharp crew cut going on an absolute tear. It's impressively fast and athletic--until he trips again.
This time he's ready for it, flipping into a roll and right back up onto his feet in one smooth motion, coming to a stop. "Whoo!" It's a quiet exclamation, but it's said with feeling.
4. At rest (622 calls up acquaintances, looking for help. CLOSED TO CR.)
Once he reports back to his assigned quarters, it finally starts to sink in how weird this place is. And then it barely takes half an hour before it starts to feel wrong. He's not supposed to be alone, he's not built for it. And the more he thinks about that, the harder it gets to deal with it.
The sergeant had left advise about that. Look for people he'd said were reliable, try and connect with them. There'd been a whole list.
He has no idea where to start, so he just starts with whatever one he finds first in the directory.
"Cadet TK-622, requesting a response." Will this even work? They're experiencing an anomaly. The people the sergeant knew might be just as lost as he was.
But that's when regrouping was the best thing to do.
5. Wildcard (you know the drill!)
WHERE: Anywhere!
WHEN: During the Feywild event!
WHAT: 622's a teenager now! Please help him!
WARNINGS: None so far!
1. Tripped up (in which 622 gets hit by the anomaly, shenanigans happen)
Another anomaly to deal with. He'd been lucky for a while--none of the last few had hit him. He'd gotten lucky. Maybe for this one, he'd get lucky again, and have a real chance to help with the Aegis response.
His luck is never that good, though. Halfway through a step, everything's different. Ten or twelve years fall off his features in an instant*.
And he trips. Possibly into someone. Someone he's never seen before.
"What the--?" He was just on his way to the mess hall, wasn't he? Where is he?
*That's five or six in clone years.
2. Small steps (in which 622 would like to help you, whoever you are)
The gravity here was throwing him off. So was the atmosphere. After months of training in the 1.98 G on Carida, it felt like he was flying with every step. Too bad his back was aching like he'd taken a bad fall--his spine was starting to decompress a little. He'd probably grow another centimeter or so by the end of the day. Until then? It hurt.
Because he'd been told, by a briefing from himself. His older self. A sergeant. One with more scars, who'd been out in the galaxy, fighting for the Empire! There was a lot that wasn't being said there. In a lot of ways it was like listening to the old Republic-made clones that trained them. He kept hoping to hear more about what had happened out there, but... all he could do was piece it together.
He shut it off when the recording admonished him to leave off, that there was classified information he shouldn't know. This was an anomaly, the other-him--the sergeant--he'd said it was one of those. It sounded absolutely unbelievable. But this planet was unbelievable, wasn't it? He had no idea how he'd got here. Apparently in a week or five, he'd just remember all of a sudden. Or become the sergeant.
Better not do anything to make the sergeant pissed off, then. He should go report in to these Aegis people, see if they needed assistance. He was still a cadet, but he'd made it to Carida. That was most of the way to becoming a real Stormtrooper.
And if there's anybody along the way in need of assistance, he can help them!
3. Giant leaps (wheee!)
All right. He was starting to feel better. The dizziness was gone, as was the crunchy back. Even the fatigue from training was gone. But everything still felt ridiculously floaty. They said your muscle and bone density shot way up when you were on Carida, but wow.
He should head back to his assigned quarters. And he'll do that. But he has to put himself through his paces along the way. Burn off some energy.
See how high he could jump now.
For anyone on the street now--there's a teenager with an almost painfully sharp crew cut going on an absolute tear. It's impressively fast and athletic--until he trips again.
This time he's ready for it, flipping into a roll and right back up onto his feet in one smooth motion, coming to a stop. "Whoo!" It's a quiet exclamation, but it's said with feeling.
4. At rest (622 calls up acquaintances, looking for help. CLOSED TO CR.)
Once he reports back to his assigned quarters, it finally starts to sink in how weird this place is. And then it barely takes half an hour before it starts to feel wrong. He's not supposed to be alone, he's not built for it. And the more he thinks about that, the harder it gets to deal with it.
The sergeant had left advise about that. Look for people he'd said were reliable, try and connect with them. There'd been a whole list.
He has no idea where to start, so he just starts with whatever one he finds first in the directory.
"Cadet TK-622, requesting a response." Will this even work? They're experiencing an anomaly. The people the sergeant knew might be just as lost as he was.
But that's when regrouping was the best thing to do.
5. Wildcard (you know the drill!)
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"That was amazing!"
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He doesn't really succeed. "Thank you!" Thank you citizen? Do they count as citizens out here? No idea.
"It's the gravity. Coming from 1.98 Gs, this is nothing."
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"You're from a planet different than this one?" he asked, beaming. "Me too!"
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"I'm in training on Carida. We have to adapt to whatever planet we get sent to, so they make it tough." And it works, apparently! If only the other cadets could feel this, it's amazing.
"You're not from Earth? So, you're one of the imPorts?" Maybe he was surrounded by imPorts. He had no idea.
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His face lit up at the mention of Carida, though. He knew that planet!
"I know that!" he exclaimed. "The academy there is supposed to have a great pilot program, right?"
He very nearly bounded up to him, blue eyes bright in excitement. "You're a soldier, aren't you? Or training to be one?"
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"Yep. Carida trains the best," he's caught between beaming and trying to remain serious. "I'm a cadet the Stormtrooper Corps training program. Just got there a few months ago." He'd been in basic for the rest of his life before that. That was where clones started to get funneled into their specialties, or got booted into the regular army. Thank the stars he'd had good enough scores not to get stuck with that.
"You're a civvie--a civilian, I mean?" You never knew, maybe this was somebody from a different clone line he'd never seen before. "Are you going to join up?"
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"Mmhmm! I'm already the best pilot on Tatooine," he said proudly, puffing out his chest slightly. "As soon as I'm old enough, I'm going to go right into the academy and fly for real."
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"I've been assigned to one of the jungle outposts. Trees everywhere, and real dangerous stuff living there. It's way better than the sims. Really tough, but that's what we're there for. If you can get through Carida, you can get through anything."
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"I've never seen a tree before..." he murmured faintly, before he quickly clammed up, looking a little embarrassed at admitting such a thing. He folded his hands behind his back, rocking on his heels slightly.
"So, you're going to try and keep it up here?" Luke finally asked. "Is that going to be okay?"
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"I--" He hesitated. "I'm going to try. The instructors aren't here, but you keep going, even if you're the last trooper in the system. That's how we get things done." That's what he'd been taught. He hadn't expected it'd apply to him so soon, but that was also how things went. You could get called upon at any time to go beyond all expectations, and it was your duty to give it your all.