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revivalproject2020-03-12 07:30 pm
art_of_war) wrote in revivalproject2020-03-12 07:30 pm
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Open | How do I even learn to play the human way?
WHO:Thrawn and you?
WHERE: planet Risa
WHAT: Thrawn's return...to a vaction spot?
WHEN: Right after the Energy Storm
WARNINGS: None anticipated
Upon arriving Thrawn did not remember anything about Agra-10. And then much like the Data Points, a 'download' of sorts added information and emotion directly into his mind. Finding the process disconcerting Thrawn closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. When he opened them again he first noted the beach was much larger than he remembered. Then he noted the locals (and the fact there were locals at all) and the fact that they were more solicitous than he was comfortable with. Escaping them he removed his shoes and coat to more easily walk along the sand.
Subterranean glowing gardens
Since it was so warm outside, Thrawn has been chased in and now went below ground to find relief. Without the addition of sunlight, his vision reverted to infrared. Surprisingly Garden also had an aesthetically pleasing aspect to it even then. He was charmed to see a number of blooms climbing a trellis and hanging over the path like gently glowing stars. And further along, there were blooms that seemed to emit more heat to change the colors that a registered in his vision. He also registered that the garden did not give many scents.
Investigating the computers
This was the first time there had been anything like a computer system. And Thrawn did not mean to waste it. At first, he was only able to find things related to agriculture. Looking through the computer system definitely showed that this was a different world if he needed more confirmation.
Twin Roses
Much as he has done it before, Thrawn made his way to the bridge and sat down in the Pilot's chair. The flight controls for similar enough to the First Breath as to be nearly identical. That raised the question as to whether there was a default Data Point configuration and if so did that mean all the Agrii had received the same set of information with no difference and thus creativity?
WHERE: planet Risa
WHAT: Thrawn's return...to a vaction spot?
WHEN: Right after the Energy Storm
WARNINGS: None anticipated
Upon arriving Thrawn did not remember anything about Agra-10. And then much like the Data Points, a 'download' of sorts added information and emotion directly into his mind. Finding the process disconcerting Thrawn closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. When he opened them again he first noted the beach was much larger than he remembered. Then he noted the locals (and the fact there were locals at all) and the fact that they were more solicitous than he was comfortable with. Escaping them he removed his shoes and coat to more easily walk along the sand.
Subterranean glowing gardens
Since it was so warm outside, Thrawn has been chased in and now went below ground to find relief. Without the addition of sunlight, his vision reverted to infrared. Surprisingly Garden also had an aesthetically pleasing aspect to it even then. He was charmed to see a number of blooms climbing a trellis and hanging over the path like gently glowing stars. And further along, there were blooms that seemed to emit more heat to change the colors that a registered in his vision. He also registered that the garden did not give many scents.
Investigating the computers
This was the first time there had been anything like a computer system. And Thrawn did not mean to waste it. At first, he was only able to find things related to agriculture. Looking through the computer system definitely showed that this was a different world if he needed more confirmation.
Twin Roses
Much as he has done it before, Thrawn made his way to the bridge and sat down in the Pilot's chair. The flight controls for similar enough to the First Breath as to be nearly identical. That raised the question as to whether there was a default Data Point configuration and if so did that mean all the Agrii had received the same set of information with no difference and thus creativity?
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"Searches for both Agrii and Angra-10 yield no results."
Thrawn was repeatedly frustrated by the barrier that separated his messages from the Risan system. And it was a system. Towers that had a radius around them and sent or picked up signals that would relay quickly among each tower.
But try as he might, Thrawn couldn't so much as send a simple text message.
Now that he had the other Chiss' attention he clasped his hands behind his back and regarded Aden.
"I did not think I would see another of my species for some time."
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Still, he didn't stay sarcastic long, nor was he dismissive at all, instead settling into a thoughtful look- despite everything, he was happy to see another Chiss.
"Agrii, Agra 10, the data points found there, the energy storms that sent them all off their planet... There's nothing relevant. Not on the surface, nor beneath..."
It was a mystery, one that didn't seem like there would be an answer to anytime soon.
Thrawn's words of not thinking he'd see another of his species also made him tilt his head, "No? You separated from the Ascendancy then, back home?"
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Exile was generally rather good at separation. Despite it being more complicated than just 'exile' to begin with. Thrawn was still careful to keep his expression blank but when not dealing with other Chiss for so long he had gotten out of the habit and was having to think about keeping his expression neutral.
"What is it on Agra-10 you are hoping to find information on first?"
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Questions without answers, answers without questions. But everything had a time and a place it belonged. They'd had playing savior to an entire world dumped into their laps, so any new information they could turn up to solve the puzzle would be helpful.
Aden had learned not to dismiss any bit of information, however insignificant it might seem at first. All information had its place.
Though he wished he had Keeper or one of the Watchers with him to make sense of anything he could find. Their minds processed information at a rate much faster than his own- at least they once had. He'd never admit out loud that it was a resource he missed, though.
Unlike Thrawn, Aden's own expression changed quite a lot- maybe not entirely as much as a human's would, but certainly more than a normal Chiss. He'd been apart from his people for quite some time too- and trying to blend in had served him well.
"Right now it feels like we're being jerked around though. First a storm and then they apparently have the ability to send us here? Not to mention being able to yank people from their own worlds in the first place. Sounds to me like they could fix their own problems, but instead they're pulling in random people with varied skill sets or maybe no real skills at all... I'm not sure if there's anything malicious behind it exactly, but..."
There had to be more to it than what it looked like on the surface.
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Thrawn was frustrated with his own unanswered questions but he was starting to find a method to the madness, at least a little bit.
"I surmise that they needed to view a social group handling a crisis. Hence the storm. It seems to be less about being "jerked around" and moe about viewing us as a child with an ant farm."
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Place like that didn't get built by a race that had no idea about societies or social groups. At least Aden didn't think so.
"Of course, with distance from their planet, maybe plenty of them killed in the energy storms, leaders both in the practical sense and maybe spiritual or religious sense as well going poof, they could have devolved without the guidance they used to have. Become more like savages, less defined societal rules... Though, mm... If that was the case, they're not nearly sadistic enough and entirely too technologically advanced. Doesn't seem like they're using what they have without any rhyme or reason, at any rate."
Child with an ant farm was a fine enough descriptor, he supposed, but children with ant farms tended to want to watch their captives tear each other apart, not put several different kinds of ants in there in the hope the ants would all get along. At least, that was his experience. Maybe he'd just spent entirely too much time in the Empire and around Sith.
Still, it didn't change that they were all left with entirely too many questions and patience that was running out. At least his was.
"Guess we're stuck playing their game for the time being. There certainly aren't any answers to be found here."