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revivalproject2021-09-27 03:17 pm
in_extremis) wrote in revivalproject2021-09-27 03:17 pm
Intrust
WHO: Tony! And there's stuff in here for various people: Merrin, Alberto, Kaz, Omega, but they're all basically open to hop into with the nonsense of your choosing. If Tony's not actually in the scene set, he can be easily summoned. You know how to reach me if you want to talk about it.
WHERE: Kind of all around Temba, mostly at the hospital
WHAT: Tony has some deliveries to make, and is scoping out some space to use at the hospital
WHEN: Late September
WARNINGS: Should be chill. I'll keep you posted.
a. Temba Postal Service [Merrin, hotel denizens?]
The D.A.T.A. unit was under a lot of stress. He barely could navigate around the forge with confidence by now, and here he was, crouched at the bottom of the imposingly steep stairs of the hotel, camera eye tilted back and up and aperture wide open to take in the climb ahead of him, looking frail and like he might be capable of spontaneously weeping. He did know this place well enough, in his own way; there was another camera nearby that scanned the road outside, and occasionally peeked into the hotel lobby. That camera didn't have to try to haul this package up these stairs, though.
The small robot braced himself, literally, legs arranged particularly to bring himself into perfect balance before he was launching himself with a quick, experimental repulsor blast that hurtled him most of the way up the stairs. He crashed into one, leaving his round, polished body rolling across it until he could right himself and repeat the process; careful legs out, and launch.
Eventually, a tiny, tapping scratch came at the door to Merrin's room, and the D.A.T.A. unit disengaged the package that had been strapped around its middle to leave carefully in the middle of the hall. It was a tightly folded scrap of fabric, black and strangely textured, like it had been pressed into the shape of bubble wrap, and topped with a small, delicate plate of hammered brass that had been embossed simply with 'MERRIN'. Inside was the stone she had given Tony, with its strange green glow that looked warm in its poured gold setting that filled the uneven edges and cracks of the rock. It hung from a tight, flat snake chain, whose links faded from the yellow gold to a cooler brass until they were almost green themselves around the closure.
b. Emergency Repair Centre [Omega, anyone lurking around the hospital]
The hospital, meat, all of the inefficient ways that bodies were put together and easily fell apart at the slightest disturbance, that wasn't Tony's areas expertise. Standing at the doors once he had dropped off the D.A.T.A. unit with his instructions was already uncomfortable for Tony, even with BB-8 at his side, a discomfort which he attributed entirely to this lack of expertise and something of an imposter syndrome in his intent here, and not at all to any extended time he already spent here being largely humiliating. He was totally fine with that and definitely didn't need to talk to anyone about it. After all, there were plenty of good spaces in the hospital as well, and he was here to make use of one. Like the break room, or that was what it was the last time Tony had investigated, and looked mostly like storage as Tony peeked inside, the counter with Jon's kettle gone and replaced with a bunch of boxes that left the room looking dreary and dim. Alright, maybe not there, where BB-8 could only roll a tight circle, hardly sufficient for a nurse. Tony knew that if he followed down this hall, he would find at least one room with a bed set up for convalescing, or whatever it was that Billy did to him, and a staircase down to a much less welcoming basement where the generator slept. Maybe not that way either then. He hoisted the bag he carried further up onto his shoulder and considered the direction that would take them deeper into the dark, echoing hospital, and looked to the droid with eyebrows raised. This was supposed to be good for both of them, a purpose to occupy them in the void of Poe's absence, and a reason not to be the one to have to tell Reeve yet. They could do this. They'd make a good team, putting things back together. Only, the first door Tony came across pulled right off of its hinges, sending him stumbling back out of its way to let it fall to the floor with a loud crack. It was possible that there was more than meat that needed fixing in this place.
c. Temba Postal Service, cont [Alberto, beach-goers]
There were less cameras installed further away from the city centre, but the one sitting just off of the path to the beach had watched Alberto pass frequently enough that the D.A.T.A. unit came scuttling along the sand, dragging a package wrapped in waxy paper behind him. Another stamped metal tag hung from this one, bearing the boy's name, and it was much larger and lumpier than the delivery to Merrin had been, so it was with regular hops into the sky with his new repulsor that the robot had made his way across the city, sending the package swinging forward and throwing himself along with its momentum. This had left it looking dirty and battered by the time the D.A.T.A. unit was swivelling its camera eye around the beach.
There weren't a lot of places that someone might be living so close to the water, so the robot made for the rare structure that he did spot, and launched himself with another repulsor hop (he was getting better at the repulsor already!) and swing straight through the door, hammering it open under the weight of his metal body and the delivery he brought. With a flail of his spider-like legs, he righted himself and delicately went about releasing his package like he hadn't just come tumbling in.
Inside the waxy paper was a pair of shoes, hard black exteriors like the soot Alberto's feet had been coated with in the forge, but with soft soles, and lined with more black, textured like bubble wrap, gentle and springy. A faint pattern was printed along them, pressed into the fabric and creating a shine in the nap, a subtle scaling that caught the light with a jagged row of shark's teeth wrapping the toe.
d. Meanwhile... [Kaz! Interrupt him if you're nosy?]
It was a long day before anyone made it back to the forge. The flicker of the fire burned ceaselessly, and the armor hung from the ceiling swayed slowly with a the breeze that swirled in the scorched air. The D.A.T.A. unit dutifully returned first, scuttling along the dusty road, aperture half closed and relying more on the cameras hidden in empty windowframes or perched on roofs around him to navigate, his repulsor charge burnt out. He had a perfect map of how exactly the forge had been left before his important deliveries, so he continued to walk blindly through, heading without sight directly for the Iron Man chestplate that leaned against the workbench to drag down with a screech of metal on stone, and sit on like a nesting bird, legs all tucked in and the sound of motors whirring down to charge. It intended to idle, pointed watchfully toward the open door, only background processes to record and expecting only Tony back eventually, so it remained still at the flicker of movement that fell across the doorway.
WHERE: Kind of all around Temba, mostly at the hospital
WHAT: Tony has some deliveries to make, and is scoping out some space to use at the hospital
WHEN: Late September
WARNINGS: Should be chill. I'll keep you posted.
a. Temba Postal Service [Merrin, hotel denizens?]
The D.A.T.A. unit was under a lot of stress. He barely could navigate around the forge with confidence by now, and here he was, crouched at the bottom of the imposingly steep stairs of the hotel, camera eye tilted back and up and aperture wide open to take in the climb ahead of him, looking frail and like he might be capable of spontaneously weeping. He did know this place well enough, in his own way; there was another camera nearby that scanned the road outside, and occasionally peeked into the hotel lobby. That camera didn't have to try to haul this package up these stairs, though.
The small robot braced himself, literally, legs arranged particularly to bring himself into perfect balance before he was launching himself with a quick, experimental repulsor blast that hurtled him most of the way up the stairs. He crashed into one, leaving his round, polished body rolling across it until he could right himself and repeat the process; careful legs out, and launch.
Eventually, a tiny, tapping scratch came at the door to Merrin's room, and the D.A.T.A. unit disengaged the package that had been strapped around its middle to leave carefully in the middle of the hall. It was a tightly folded scrap of fabric, black and strangely textured, like it had been pressed into the shape of bubble wrap, and topped with a small, delicate plate of hammered brass that had been embossed simply with 'MERRIN'. Inside was the stone she had given Tony, with its strange green glow that looked warm in its poured gold setting that filled the uneven edges and cracks of the rock. It hung from a tight, flat snake chain, whose links faded from the yellow gold to a cooler brass until they were almost green themselves around the closure.
b. Emergency Repair Centre [Omega, anyone lurking around the hospital]
The hospital, meat, all of the inefficient ways that bodies were put together and easily fell apart at the slightest disturbance, that wasn't Tony's areas expertise. Standing at the doors once he had dropped off the D.A.T.A. unit with his instructions was already uncomfortable for Tony, even with BB-8 at his side, a discomfort which he attributed entirely to this lack of expertise and something of an imposter syndrome in his intent here, and not at all to any extended time he already spent here being largely humiliating. He was totally fine with that and definitely didn't need to talk to anyone about it. After all, there were plenty of good spaces in the hospital as well, and he was here to make use of one. Like the break room, or that was what it was the last time Tony had investigated, and looked mostly like storage as Tony peeked inside, the counter with Jon's kettle gone and replaced with a bunch of boxes that left the room looking dreary and dim. Alright, maybe not there, where BB-8 could only roll a tight circle, hardly sufficient for a nurse. Tony knew that if he followed down this hall, he would find at least one room with a bed set up for convalescing, or whatever it was that Billy did to him, and a staircase down to a much less welcoming basement where the generator slept. Maybe not that way either then. He hoisted the bag he carried further up onto his shoulder and considered the direction that would take them deeper into the dark, echoing hospital, and looked to the droid with eyebrows raised. This was supposed to be good for both of them, a purpose to occupy them in the void of Poe's absence, and a reason not to be the one to have to tell Reeve yet. They could do this. They'd make a good team, putting things back together. Only, the first door Tony came across pulled right off of its hinges, sending him stumbling back out of its way to let it fall to the floor with a loud crack. It was possible that there was more than meat that needed fixing in this place.
c. Temba Postal Service, cont [Alberto, beach-goers]
There were less cameras installed further away from the city centre, but the one sitting just off of the path to the beach had watched Alberto pass frequently enough that the D.A.T.A. unit came scuttling along the sand, dragging a package wrapped in waxy paper behind him. Another stamped metal tag hung from this one, bearing the boy's name, and it was much larger and lumpier than the delivery to Merrin had been, so it was with regular hops into the sky with his new repulsor that the robot had made his way across the city, sending the package swinging forward and throwing himself along with its momentum. This had left it looking dirty and battered by the time the D.A.T.A. unit was swivelling its camera eye around the beach.
There weren't a lot of places that someone might be living so close to the water, so the robot made for the rare structure that he did spot, and launched himself with another repulsor hop (he was getting better at the repulsor already!) and swing straight through the door, hammering it open under the weight of his metal body and the delivery he brought. With a flail of his spider-like legs, he righted himself and delicately went about releasing his package like he hadn't just come tumbling in.
Inside the waxy paper was a pair of shoes, hard black exteriors like the soot Alberto's feet had been coated with in the forge, but with soft soles, and lined with more black, textured like bubble wrap, gentle and springy. A faint pattern was printed along them, pressed into the fabric and creating a shine in the nap, a subtle scaling that caught the light with a jagged row of shark's teeth wrapping the toe.
d. Meanwhile... [Kaz! Interrupt him if you're nosy?]
It was a long day before anyone made it back to the forge. The flicker of the fire burned ceaselessly, and the armor hung from the ceiling swayed slowly with a the breeze that swirled in the scorched air. The D.A.T.A. unit dutifully returned first, scuttling along the dusty road, aperture half closed and relying more on the cameras hidden in empty windowframes or perched on roofs around him to navigate, his repulsor charge burnt out. He had a perfect map of how exactly the forge had been left before his important deliveries, so he continued to walk blindly through, heading without sight directly for the Iron Man chestplate that leaned against the workbench to drag down with a screech of metal on stone, and sit on like a nesting bird, legs all tucked in and the sound of motors whirring down to charge. It intended to idle, pointed watchfully toward the open door, only background processes to record and expecting only Tony back eventually, so it remained still at the flicker of movement that fell across the doorway.
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"I told you we left Kamino, didn't I? I stay with the squad now. But with no Republic covering for expenses, they've had to figure out how to make credits themselves so we can keep fed and the ship fueled." She hesitated a moment. "We ended up staying in Ord Mantell, doing jobs for an information broker- that's Cid. We went to her first to find out if she knew anything about a bounty hunter who was after me on Pantora."
She held her hand out towards Tony's pocket-hidden one, brow arching meaningfully. Hand. Gib.
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He wrinkled his nose and reluctantly drew his hand from his pocket, still wrapped in the cloth but already very evidently wrong; the skin disappearing under the edge of the fabric was a lot more purple than it was supposed to be. Tony cleared his throat, scratching the other hand through his beard as he tried to focus them both back on the more important, "Why was there a bounty hunter after you? Did you kill a man to get that ship?" Under the stained wrap, Tony already knew that he couldn't really move his fingers, feeling not unlike he had superglued them together and really hoping it felt worse than it looked.
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She looked at Tony worriedly before shaking her head as she released his hand to turn and open up the other cupboard again. "I don't know," she said, finally responding to the first of his new wave of questions. "That's why we went to Cid, to see if she knew anything about the bounty hunter, or who hired her." Her tone was quiet, she knew it was still a concern, although none of them had seen or heard anything since the run-in with the bounty hunter on Pantora. She pulled out an empty jar, unscrewing the lid, which she inspected. That would be a problem if they didn't want the thing to suffocate, but one thing at a time... She turned about towards the other cupboard again after setting the lid aside, bottle in one hand, torch in the other as she clicked it on again before holding it out to Tony. "Can you hold this please?"
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"But--how do you know they were after you, not one of the others?" he tried. If Omega wasn't somehow enhances like the others and was just some kid, not viable for even normal training, what could she mean to someone that was worth putting a price on her?
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"Anyway, if we can catch it, maybe someone can figure out what it is, and if it's poisonous," she explained. She gave him another look when he flashed the light around the dark cupboard. Not helping, sir!
With a sigh, she returned her attention to the hunt, eyes narrowing as she tried to make out any movement, and she brought the jar up in both hands as she searched. "Tech and Wrecker were working on the ship, and Echo was with me and Hunter. I got separated from them, and this woman found me and said she'd help me find him. Hunter found us first, and the woman wouldn't let me go and she started shooting at him. They ended up fighting so Hunter told me to run for it, but the bounty hunter caught up quick."
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This story did make it sound like the woman was more interested in Omega than any of the other clones, so it was getting harder to believe that Omega really didn't think there was something remarkable about her, though no part of it made it sound like this person must have been a bounty hunter yet. "Did she say anything to you?" he prompted, light mostly on Omega then, not sure how much he wanted to know what happened after this person 'caught up' with Omega again.
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There, she thought she'd seen movement again. "Move the light that way, a little more," she said as she studied space, carefully nudging some of the containers closer to her so they made something of a barrier. If it was going to come at her, it would have to take the direct route.
"About what? Why she was after me? No," she said with a frown. "Only to tuck and roll when she dropped me off the tower onto a cargo hauler." Which was easy to remember when you weren't actually suddenly being released from a height and into traffic below.
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With a very put upon sigh, he lazily directed the light vaguely in the requested direction, and it continued to bounce with his restless gesturing as he interrupted, "No--in general, anything," because it might have been helpful under some examination. Like the fact that the woman didn't want Omega to crack her skull just because she was throwing her off of a tower, that was interesting. "Are you sure it was a bounty and not a, uh, rescue?" he proposed as lightly as he could manage, with a slightly apologetic grimace for considering that maybe someone could think that Omega wasn't really supposed to be running dubiously legal gigs with a bunch of grown men.
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She puffed out her cheeks as she tried to make out anything actually moving apart from the slightly shifting shadows caused by Tony's anxious energy. "She said that sometimes you had to break the rules- that was when I told her she hadn't paid for the fruit she took after she asked if I was hungry. But after that, not all that much." Again she spared a look in his direction at the suggestion that it wasn't an attempted kidnapping and more of a rescue.
"She threw someone out of their speeder while it was flying, and she killed a couple of police. I don't think I'd call that a rescue."
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"I didn't say she was there to rescue any of those other people," Tony said, though his head was tilted with a grimace for the destruction and murder part of the process. Definitely an atypical moral compass, didn't align very well with an altruistic interest in Omega's well being despite the part where she kept the girl alive and fed. "But, okay, say it's a bounty hunter then--someone was willing to pay and kill for you. You really don't think it would be anyone on Kamino trying to get you back?"
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"She's a bounty hunter. Cid confirmed that for us. I think she has connections in the bounty hunter's guild. She was only able to do that and give us a name though," Omega said. It had been a while since that event on Pantora, but they hadn't run across any further trouble since then, at least not with bounty hunters. Tony's suggestion had her pause in her rearrangement, a confused but no less concerned look crossing her face.
"But why? I'm not a soldier, and the Empire doesn't seem to want the Kaminoans' business any more..."
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Stuck watching this tiny horror, Tony still continued with the next best explanation for Omega's pursuer, because it hadn't seemed to have occurred to her yet and would have been a very effective lie if she did know something of her mysterious origins that she was keeping from him; "If you were my kid and skipped town, I'd be willing to lie, cheat and steal to get you back. Murder isn't off of the table, necessarily."
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She brought the jar down just as the creature made right for them, a scraping thud as the lip of the jar settled firmly, her fingers releasing from the glass as she felt herself being tugged. She windmilled her arms in an attempt to not go falling off the counter top.
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The flower of the creature's head closed into a tight bud, the long strand of its tongue making the jar jitter in place where it had been caught under the rim and the thing sucked it back up into its mouth. It ran in a tight circle then, the jar rattling further as it bounced against the glass, occasionally raising a sharp, claw-like hoofed foot, still tinged with the blood from Tony's 'bite', to shove ineffectively at the jar. Tony leaned them both closer to bring the light in tighter, entranced now by how gross the thing was with a lip raised in disgust.
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It wasn't anything she'd seen running around the city before, but then perhaps it preferred dark, small areas. "That's...a tongue?"
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"And I thought the scrap rats on that old Venator were disgusting," she decided. "How's your hand doing?" She'd noticed he was still favoring the other one.
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"It's great," he replied immediately. The offputting purple colour hadn't spread any further, but his fingers seemed to have fused together enough that even bending them now was a challenge as he tried to clumsily shake out that bandage for them without releasing the creature.
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"How's that?" she asked, making sure it was as flat as possible, pushing aside the other containers, albeit with more caution in case there were any more of the offending creatures hiding in the dark corners.
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"Whenever you're ready."
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The jar seated easily into the lid. He probably didn't need to hold his breath like that.
At his feet, BB-8 gave an inquisitive beep to ask how the extraction was going, and Tony cast him an irritable pout. "We should get the lights in here fixed first," he declared, moving away finally for Omega to secure her bounty. "Then, maybe, a little sweet talk and Billy can be convinced to do the cleaning."
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"Lights would be a good first step," she agreed, slipping the light away. She patted BB-8 on the dome. "Clean up shouldn't be that bad, especially once the lights are on. We just have to make sure there aren't any more of these crawling around."