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Flying You Say?

WHO: Obi-Wan Kenobi and You!
WHERE: Temba and Sh'Ka
WHAT: Gonna go fetch a ship!
WHEN: A few days after the mine incident.
WARNINGS: None atm

[Network Post - Video]

I've decided that it would be more convenient to have the Palm Cottage brought to Temba. If anyone has any objections, let me know. Otherwise, anyone who wishes to come on the maiden voyage is free to do so. I'll be taking the next train out.

Also, if there are any Agrii listening, particularly Te Mi. Then I would like to thank you for the gift. There are several people enjoying the lightsabers already.

[Train to Sh'Ka]

With a small bag of personal things and a toy lightsaber, Obi-Wan heads out to the train station and boards the next train as he said he would. He's hard to miss with that flowing Jedi cloak. Whether you're coming with you fly on the Palm Cottage or not, he's clearly in a good mood and willingly to talk to anyone who wishes to.

A hand gesturing to the seat next to him for anyone who would like to join him on the lengthy ride to Sh'Ka.

[Palm Cottage]

Once the train stops at the station, the Jedi heads straight towards the hangar. Does he meet your character there perhaps? Or had they been on a different train car? Either way, he accesses the ship that he's been assigned to pilot and goes inside. Feeling at east on this ship even more than he had on the Twin Roses. Possibly due to the abundance of potted plants that are situated around the ship.

He first heads to the bunks and places his things on the captain's cot. Putting down the toy lightsaber he brought and unpacking a few other items that he decided he would like to keep on the ship, including a holocron. Once he's done with that he heads for the cockpit and begins to power up the systems and refamiliarize himself with the controls.

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Likewise, the warlord is difficult to miss. Despite the warm weather he wears a greatcoat over everything else, with tall boots and light armor. His helmet with short, twining horns is quite distinct, and the fact that one can't see his face beyond the grilled wires does give him a slightly menacing air. To the senses he does not feel the way organic beings do. Light-blessed, he'd remind a Force-sensitive of a certain other Exo, although only in sense of presence.

He's only gone out to the other city once before. The train ride makes him anxious, having to sit for so long in one place, relying on the vehicle to carry them to their destiny without control of where it was going. At least this time he knows it actually has a place to go to and from, but it's not a trip he looks forward to. Discovering new ways to be paranoid is not really a fun thing.

Felwinter travels light, carrying nothing extra, but really needing nothing, except a shotgun, which he is upset to lack. His Ghost floats beside him, a silvery drone. As they board the train, the helmeted figure looks around, but it's not difficult to find Obi-Wan when he's one of so few on the train.

Felwinter makes Obi-Wan look like he's wearing camouflage. The armored being is given a mildly surprised look when he boards the train. He does indeed feel different, if vaguely familiar, in the Force. Though as a little floating droid comes into view, there's suddenly a look of understanding.

"Hello there," he calls in greeting before gesturing to the seats around him. "Come, have a seat friend. I don't believe we've met?"

They would be on this train for awhile, so they might as well get acquainted!

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"...I do not believe we have," the warlord replies after some slight hesitation. He sounds cautious, but at the invitation he does move to take a seat, and after looking over the area there, he takes one of the spaces across the aisle from the Jedi.

"My name is Felwinter. I believe we are assigned to the same ship." It's difficult not to forget the ship, strange as it looked on the inside. He still isn't sure what to make of it, but if it flies, then hopefully there would be no other issues.

"Ah, so you saw my message about the Palm Cottage? Very good, I'm glad to meet another shipmate."

As the train then begins to move, Obi-Wan sits back and relaxes. He's taken the train only a couple of times, but it's a familiar enough experience. Might as well get comfortable.

"Does your little friend there have a name as well?" He gestures to the floating droid.

"I have met at least one more, when we first went to the other city to have a look at the ships in question," he says. The man had been an interesting one, but Felwinter had rather liked the proposal Pietro had made. They could learn how to survive these new things as shipmates.

Unlike Obi-Wan, Felwinter tenses almost instantly once the train lurches forth. It's like sitting in a metal cage. At least it's on the ground, though he still dislikes that it seems automated. How it's still able to function after a questionable amount of time is something he wonders. True even the remnants of the Golden Age back home had still sustained power, but they were in poor condition most of the time.

The Jedi's question has him glance over his shoulder as his Ghost hovers a little lower so she's occupying the space beside him. "This is Felspring," he says.

He sure is a jumpy one, but Obi-Wan can understand to a degree. The Jedi not minding the jolt as they are still very much on the ground. Were they in the air though he might not be as much at ease.

“Have you? I admit I haven’t met any others yet. You’re the first.” He supposed he would find out eventually one way or another who their ships crew was.

His attention then turns to the little droid again. “Hello to you too, Felspring.” His next question being directed at the armored fellow again. “I take it this is your ghost? You’re from the same world as Cayde and Ikora?”

It's difficult to let go of an anxiety you've only built up ever since your Ghost first Woke you up.

"You would only be the second I have come across," Felwinter admits. "Although the only person I know from the roster is Reeve. He was part of our venture into the mines."

Felspring gave a polite bob of a nod at Obi-Wan, otherwise seeming content to let Felwinter do the talking. "She is," the warlord confirms, pausing before he continues. "...yes. It appears we are. Although it seems that we are not of the same time."

They can perhaps sympathize with each other’s anxieties then. Which is why Obi-Wan doesn’t point it out, due to respect.

“Ah yes, I’ve met Reeve before but admittedly our paths don’t often cross.” Not everyone was chummy with the Jedi either. Some of the people that they are stuck with don’t often talk to him if at all. Being spaced out as they were allowed for distance if desired.

“I can relate to that. There’s many from my galaxy here, but we all come from different points in time. It’s confusing at best.”

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Felwinter simply is not used to casual discourse, nor not having to consistently watch his back at the fear of someone trying to gain an upper-hand on him. He has been trying, but most often his conversations reveal to him just how much he does not understand of how people function when they aren't coming from a harsh time as he is.

"It is, yes," he admits. "But it at least suggests that things get better. If the Risen come to be called Guardians instead of warlords, then that is a great improvement from what I know."

“Ah, true enough. In that case it’s good to know about the future. I admit the future ahead of me is a bit mixed.”

There seemed to be both good and bad things on the horizon. Obi-Wan wasn’t sure how to feel about it all. At least the parts that he has heard about.

“I take it you are indeed at war in your time if your armor is any indication?”

"I admit, I have not asked for many details. Perhaps in time." He can't help but be curious.

Looking down at himself then, Felwinter shakes his head. "Not so much a war as it is more often than not, a daily fight for survival. Many of the Risen are corrupted, self-styled warlords who wish only to build their reputation of power upon the bodies of the weak. It is killed or be killed. Some take responsibility of settlements and protect the Lightless. And some demand tribute for it."

"That may be best," Obi-Wan agrees. Knowing everything about the future all at once may be overwhelming. That was his take on it at least.

The mention of a fighting for survival causes the Jedi to grow solemn. "I see. I can't say I haven't come across such things in my own time, but even so, it sounds harrowing."

"You are fortunate, then," Felwinter replies, turning his faceless helmet towards the Jedi. "But then it sounds like you have your own struggles ahead, if you are not already facing such." There's really no telling how much farther in the future Obi-Wan might have meant, but it hinted that his present might not be so simple either. Even with what little he has heard and put together of how the world fares back home, he can read between the lines. They would still need to fight, to guard against something. The who's were not mentioned.

"You are right in that," Obi-Wan says quietly. "My people and I face a threat to our own survival. In my time we are all but extinct, and those that survive are in hiding." Fighting wasn't really an option unless they wanted to be dead. It wasn't something he liked to think about, but it was true. Here at least they had a reprieve. The Jedi could be themselves without having to worry about someone hunting them down.

That much, they have in common, although Felwinter would not make outright mention of it. It is both relieving and strange not to be living in fear of being hunted down. But all the same, it's not so simple to discard the paranoia that's been groomed for so many years of living on the run, watching your back, watching the skies and every blind corner with the expectation that something's coming. It's why the warlord probably never feels relaxed, tense like a wound clock-spring.

"I am sorry to hear that," he says, and he means it. Knowing how it is to live in hiding just to survive, he's sympathetic with the struggles that Obi-Wan and his people might have to endure.

Such habits are hard to break it’s true. Obi-Wan had only been on the run for a short time himself before coming here. He was far too used living the way he had before, and not being able to be out in the open as a Jedi would be a painful transition. Fortunately he didn’t have to worry about that here.

“Thank you,” Obi-Wan returns with genuine gratitude. “It is because of that, that I am endeavoring to make a home for us here. To live in peace and be who we are. I hope you can find that peace as well.”

"...that is one good thing about being in this place," Felwinter agrees quietly. "It is far removed from whatever we have been running from." He nods at the Jedi. "Thank you. I hope to learn what such peace means."

“I’m certain you will. You are among friends here, and if there is anything you ever need, don’t hesitate to ask. Or come to our temple. You will be most welcome there as is anyone seeking some peace in their life.”

Obi-Wan always wanted to make sure that everyone felt welcome coming to the temple. It was the current home of the Jedi, but they were all a community. Whether they liked it or not.

Friends. It's still a strange concept, and indeed even being around other people who actually would offer assistance despite their own circumstances is different. He's not about to say it isn't a nice change of pace, but it's still difficult for him to grasp to be able to really acknowledge it as such.

"Yes. I think I shall, some time," Felwinter promises. "What sort of religion is it that you follow?"

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