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Padawan Lost

WHO: Cal Kestis, BD-1 and you! OTA
WHERE: Temba and beyond..?
WHAT: Lost padawan trying to get his bearings by keeping busy.
WHEN: Start of Feb. Event
WARNINGS: Jedi: Fallen Order spoilers? (If you'd rather I keep it vague, let me know in comment)
OTHER: I dunno if anything will come up, but just an obligatory head's up, please see Cal's permissions, particularly regarding his psychometry skill.

"The obstacles in your path define the path. What stands in the way becomes the way."

His master's words echoed in his mind, but Cal wouldn't let his thoughts delve any deeper than that, shaking his head as though to physically disperse them. Ever since he'd woken up in this strange, empty place, he'd felt just as lost as he had five years ago, back when things just suddenly changed.

And now he was back at square one again, without a lightsaber, without a direction. Well maybe not necessarily lacking in direction. He was still puzzling over the information overload. Where did one even begin with something like that? How did you find a path when you weren't even sure exactly what the obstacle was?

The electronic hoot in his ear had the padawan turn his head to glance at the little droid perched behind him, his head peering over his shoulder. Even Cal had to smile at that. At least he wasn't alone this time. Thank the Force for small favors.

"...so what do you think, BeeDee?" he asked as they wandered. For now it seemed prudent to follow what passed for streets, and every now and then the little droid would scan things here and there to compile into a map. BD-1 offered beeps of concern, and Cal really couldn't fault him. "Yeah... Not sure I like this either. Something doesn't feel right."

Flickers of movement, visions? Echoes? The would-be Jedi wasn't quite sure what he was seeing, or what he thought he'd seen. BD-1 didn't seem to register anything unusual at all, although in the distance, something however did draw the exploration droid's attention. Were those...ships entering the atmosphere?

The two exchanged a look, and without further encouragement, Cal started in the direction of what he assumed was a landing pad.

((OOC: Interactions don't have to happen directly after ships land, I just wanted to establish a set-up for the kid. So if you're about because you'd rather not tackle the storm or whatnot, cool! Cal will be heading out to investigate stormnanigans as well, but I'll wait to get to that bridge before crossing it.))

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It looked like whoever had been around longer had definitely been working hard at getting things together. Cal glanced over towards the boxes Teddy went to inspect.

"Honestly? I haven't even gotten around to thinking about that yet. I feel like my head's still trying to catch up with everything in general." He had a lot to consider. It was going to be like starting all over on Bracca and he wasn't really sure which was worse.

Walking over to the ration boxes, Cal took a look at the contents, nodding. "All right. Any idea just how many people have been brought here?" That was more out of curiosity than trying to figure out how much rations would be needed. Hopefully they wouldn't need too many if they only planned to be gone a few days, but who could be sure?

"I get it. It's a lot to take in, and I've had a couple weeks to process. Which is also why I know you're going to want a change of clothes soon. If only to have something to wear when you wash those ones." He pulled a couple of shirts from the box, holding them up.

He shook his head. "I can't give you an exact number. But I know that the ships hold a crew of five each and we have six of those. I've also heard that we've lost a few people who were here."

"Good point." Cal wandered over to where Teddy was, lifting open the lid of another clothing crate before stepping back as BD-1 dove in headfirst. He couldn't quite stifle a laugh as the little droid rooted about the contents. "Some things don't change."

He wasn't sure how many people he was expecting to be around, but the approximated number seemed a pretty fair one. The Agrii were busy doing something. "Wait, lost? As in..?"

Teddy laughed at the sight of the little droid diving head first into the clothing. "He does know that none of that is for him, right? I doubt we'd find anything in his size."

He frowned down at the clothing he was sorting through. Unfortunately, there wasn't much else he could say on this topic either. "They disappear. Here one minute, gone the next. At least that's what I heard. They were probably returned home." At least he hoped so.

"He just really likes looking in boxes," Cal said, shaking his head as he heard BD-1 shuffling and beeping about. He tapped at the side of the box. "You okay in there or did you get lost?"

It wasn't very reassuring when you didn't know exactly what the fate of those who vanished were. He hoped that it was to go back home as well, not wanting to think too much on otherwise.

"Hm." Cal nodded, deciding it better not to dwell on that subject long. He glanced over as BD-1 resurfaced, the droid looking proud of himself as he tugged his leg up, something bright hooked over his foot. The padawan sighed as he picked it up, giving the droid a look. "Yeah, I think I'm going to have to say no to that one, BeeDee."

Edited 2020-02-29 20:57 (UTC)

Teddy shrugged. "Eh, there are weirder hobbies. At least someone can enjoy themselves." He pulled out a couple of decent shirts that looked to be his size, and a faded pair of pants that he shook out and added to the pile.

He tried not to think too hard about the people who have left. It's not like he could do anything for them here. He could only hope they're better off.

Glancing at the item the droid had found, he laughed again. "Aw, come on. It could be your color."

Cal held up the orange shirt, tilting his head. "Guess it's not that off from the old flight suit you found on Kashyyyk, but I think this might be a little big for me."

He folded it up and put it back into the box as BD-1 toed at the other things. "I think I'll look through these later. Want me to start taking some of these rations to the ship?" he asked as he looked over at Teddy again.

He set his small pile of clothing off to the side, figuring he'll be back for it later after the rations have been moved. They could probably manage the trip with just five of the boxes, leaving the rest of those staying behind. By himself, Teddy could probably carry two at a time, but he didn't want to take all of the work after asking Cal to help him.

"Yeah, we better get started. Can you manage one of the boxes on your own?" Not that Teddy doubted he could, but the boxes were pretty heavy. If they needed to carry in tandem, better to know now.

"Guess we'll find out," Cal said as he walked over to the crates on the other side, giving one a test-lift. He was stronger than he looked- being a scrapper for a few years definitely required building up some arm strength, but he knew it would be an awkward thing to carry and walk a distance for the size of it.

He carefully set the box down on the floor, glancing between it and the remaining ones as he does some mental estimations. BD-1 trotted over beside him, the two sharing a look before Cal's eyes fall back upon the box.

"Well, better to know now than later." Looking over at Teddy, his lips quirked in a brief half-smile before he turned his attention to the box, extending a hand as he pooled his concentration and reached out through the Force. It was a little slippery at first, but at least something was there, and it would take some adjusting to. Was it just the environment, or something to do with that power dampener business Teddy had mentioned earlier?

The box wobbled a bit on the floor, and after a moment, it began to rise inch by inch.

He didn't know what to do with the mysterious look passed between Cal and his droid, and Teddy sensed something was up. The fact that he had set the box down must mean he didn't think he could carry it the whole way, and Teddy was just about to offer to help with it when the box began to wobble.

Wide-eyed, the blond teen stared at the box as it slowly floated higher and higher.

"Please tell me that's you doing this and not more weirdness from this place."

He was pretty sure it was Cal, but one can never be too suspicious.

The sound the padawan made was something caught between a breath and a laugh. He maintained his hold through the Force, steadying the box as he lifted it about waist-high in the air. BD-1 hopped in place beep-booping encouragingly.

"Yeah, that's me," he reassured Teddy. "Kind of feels like when I first started out learning. Maybe I just need to practice more to get a better sense of how things are here."

That didn't make sense to him, given that by his understanding it shouldn't matter where one was as the Force was everywhere, but there were a lot of unexplainable circumstances in this one place, so why not add another? At least there was something, and that was something to be relieved about.

"I can only manage one at a time, but at least I can help carry something."

"It might take some time to figure out the extent of what you can do with the Agrii nullifying your abilities. I had to attempt a few things in order to figure out where my limits are. But it's better to learn now than when you find yourself in trouble."

Especially since they're loading up to go face this storm that none of them know much about, or what to expect. They don't need anymore surprises.

Bending over, he lifted up one of the boxes and carefully balanced it on one shoulder, his free hand going up to support its weight.

"It's a big help. We should be able to finish in one or two more trips."

"So what sort of abilities do you have?" It seemed a reasonable thing to ask, given what Teddy said.

Cal nodded his agreement on that point. It never hurt to be prepared, and old habits aligned with common sense in that it was a bad idea to be caught flat-footed on an alien planet. At least that much was made clear; it wasn't safe here.

He could feel the strain in his concentration, but it wasn't so bad that he needed to relinquish his hold on the box. This would be a good exercise. Watching as Teddy picked up his own box, the padawan nodded. "Great. Let's get these back to the ship then."

"Shapeshifting, mostly. Though it might be easier to show you? Just...try not to freak out, okay?"

Teddy is aware that his Hulkling form can be a lot to take in at first. It can cause a stir of panic even among people from his own world with a less-than-great regard for his namesake the Hulk.

But he figures he's even Cal enough of a heads up. Between one blink and the next his body begins to grow a couple inches taller and his shoulders broaden even more, giving the box plenty of room to balance. Short, sharp claws grow from his finger tips, and a hardened shell grows over his shoulders like armored plating. But most notably, his green turns entirely green.

Once the transformation is completed he offers the other man a glance. "Sometimes I have wings. But I didn't want to freak you out too badly."

"Shapeshifting?" Cal exchanged a look with BD-1, then nodded back at Teddy as he let the box lower for a moment. There were shapeshifting species even in his neck of the galaxy so the idea wasn't entirely unheard of. All the same, he stepped back as Teddy began to change.

It wasn't terribly extreme a shift, but it was fascinating to watch. BD-1 skittered behind his leg, peering around with a curious hoot.

"Wow... That's impressive. Wings? Can you actually use them to fly?" Because that sounded pretty cool.

Teddy grins in relief at Cal's casual acceptance. It can be pretty nerve-wracking to reveal his form to people who don't know what to expect. He definitely prefers curiosity to screaming or panic.

"Yeah, I can. Want to see?" Without waiting for an answer, he's already sprouting large, green reptile-looking wings from his back.

The question was met with a grin even as Teddy began to go through with the change.

"Amazing. I can see how that could come in handy," Cal laughed. BD-1 beeped inquiringly at him and he nodded. "Yeah, like when we were trying to avoid being eaten by that giant beast on Dathomir. What was it called, a gorgara?"

"It comes in pretty handy. Not just for getting around places, but getting out of tight spots too."

Which is sounds like Cal and BD-1 know plenty about. "What the heck is a gorgara?"

They've had way too many close-calls that involved more airtime than one might be comfortable with.

At Teddy's question, BD-1 hops forward with a beep-hoot, one of his lenses glowing before he projects an image of an owl-like beast with leathery wings and dangerous looking talons.

"That," Cal nodded, "...is a gorgara. Hard to tell from this perspective but it was huge. Took me and BeeDee for a wild ride."

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