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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!)
2.
(This, supposedly, she's been told, is
where the main ruling body can be spoken with.)
no subject
Eventually the mental admonishments worked, and he actually noticed the child standing there. "Can I help you, citizen?" Do they count as citizens here? He still hasn't figured that out. He wasn't even supposed to be interacting with civilians yet, but he'd adapt as the situation called for.
no subject
"Oh. I'm not a citizen. I'm not from here."
Beat. "I am not even entirely certain where here is."
Direct to the point, she continues onward with still grace and no accusation explaining. "I'm the Theed City Supervisor for the planet of Naboo. I asked someone where I could find those in charge here, and I've been directed to Aegis. Is this is the right place?"
no subject
But at least the briefing left him with a lot of information he could give others. "We're on planet Earth in the Sol system, somewhere extragalactic. If you don't remember waking up in a base at Cape Canaveral, you're experiencing an 'anomaly' right now. It should stop within a few days or weeks." What little confidence all that knowledge gave him was quick to evaporate.
"I've been hit by it too. I only know what a briefing told me, but it said I should report in to Aegis as well."
no subject
There was a pique of curiosity and even more level professionalism peeking out. She always was better either facts and information, and staying still, wallowing in uncertainty was not something she did at all. "What kind of anomaly? Are there many people facing this here?"