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WHO: Kylo Ren & You
WHERE: Town Center & Pink Sector
WHAT: adjusting to the new normal
WHEN: 30 May - 3 June
WARNINGS: this idiot is his own warning.

The comm he'd been given and the network he'd tapped into had absolutely useless. Ren doesn't know what system he's in and while he's found Force sensitives and Poe Dameron he's not ingratiated himself with the Sith or Poe. The latter isn't relevant - he's just a pilot - but the former should be allies. He's Sith too, is he not? Rule of two means he's the only Sith until he finds an apprentice.

It's this frustration that drives him to explore useless libraries, useless greenhouses, a useless comm tower. Does this backwater planet have anything worth a damn?

It seems it doesn't and when he gets to what seems like some sort of pathetic attempt at a hotel, he slams the palm of his hand against the exterior wall. The Force means it does chip at the plaster but even the crumble of plaster beneath his hand isn't satisfying.

"This has to be her fault. I can't even feel her anymore, she's banished me so far."

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"Men without choice are men who are broken," Ren says tightly. "No hope means no exit. That's how they've truly trapped us, then."

He has to stamp out hope in the galaxy to truly control them but here, it seems their captors have perfected it.

"What freedoms do they grant you?"

Those words strike a chord in him, and for a moment Cal says nothing. Yet he finds that smirk returning, a rueful one at the thought that the one he's been warned about is the one making sense then.

"We're pretty open to whatever we do here in the city, its outskirts, probably. I haven't gone too far out and the furthest has been to the mountains, although that required use of the ships." His brow furrows. "But we appear to only have access to use those when the Agrii allow it."

"So we can't always go into the ships. They restrict our ability to leave planetside," Ren says, thinking that through. "They're afraid we'll figure out how to chart a course outside this system and get home."

That's not something he likes but if he were these Agrii he would do the same. He has a grudging respect for that, in a way, but since he's on the side with no power he doesn't particularly like it.

"Do they send us missives? Tell us why we're here?"

There's no point in arguing that when it's true, so Cal nods. "Not so sure that they'd be afraid we'd be able to go home that way though, but there are probably definite concerns that we'd just leave if we had the chance."

He looks around, gesturing back towards the center of the city. "They cover that in the datapoint where you first arrive. Aside from that, direct communication has been pretty sparse, but they also don't seem to have a solid grasp of Basic, so things definitely get lost in translation."

"Of course they don't know Basic. Can't make it easy," Ren says, rolling his eyes. There's a part of him that says Be patient. He doesn't know anything." and he knows it's Rey even though they're not even in the same galaxy. Is it really her or just his mind tricking him? He shakes his head to clear it.

"So what do we do if we're not trying to get home? Terraforming the planet? Seeking out resources? Dividing into factions?"

Cal arches a brow at him. If things were easy then none of them would probably still be here, nor more incoming, unless the Agrii had ulterior motives, which the padawan wishes wasn't a possibility. It is one all the same, given how little anyone knows.

"Basically? Surviving," he replies. It would be pointless getting frustrated with the questions- they're all reasonable ones, and Cal doubts they'd be the last time any one of them might be asked by anyone. "Seeking resources is one thing. Working together is another. I'm going to assume you weren't serious about the factions."

They were little enough as it was, and he sees no point to having to divide anyone up. They'd be stronger together anyway, and he has a feeling that's the only way any of them will get through things.

"I might have been. I might not have been. It depends on what resources there are and who needs them the most."

It might be for the best to go about this magnanimously and cooperate. The voice of Rey in his head seems to be happy with that and he's not sure if she's actually there yet again. It's easier to think it would be her and not his own miserable conscience.

"It depends on what the other people are like."

As much as he'd like to sigh, Cal holds back on it. It's as good an answer as he can expect, he supposes.

"It shouldn't. We're all here for the same reason, and everyone's been trying to lend assistance where they can, whether it's in repairs or what sort of natural resources are available. Some have been here a little longer than others, and they've already managed to handle things like the power and the water purifiers."

The idea of living in some sort of commune hearkens back to the idealistic Jedi to Ren and he's not sure that he can be that any longer. Part of him wants to be - he doesn't know that he's happy as he is now - but he's not sure if that's because he's separated from Rey's mind telling him some ridiculous morality or because he's changing.

"I guess it's best to settle with the status quo until things change. If they do, which is a big if."

The padawan lifts his hands with a shrug. "Depends on how frequent the storms are. Which thankfully don't seem to be too frequent." He frowns as he thinks about it.

"...it's an unusual storm, the one that came through last. Physically it was a threat as much as one can expect one to be, but it was able to do other things that surpass natural occurrence. Makes you see things. People you might have known. Ghosts of the past."

He lets that sink in before continuing. "...it also cut us off from any special abilities we had. Like our connection to the Force, or at least our sensitivity."

"Wonderful. It's not like I needed that or anything. Well, as much as I hate it, it looks like I'm going to have to work with Jedi."

The echoes of Rey in his head make him see this as not such a bad thing and perhaps it isn't. His uncle and his mother aren't here so the idea of the old Order isn't an issue. There's no constraints. He can tap into the Force the way he wants.

Cal smiled crookedly at that. "Is that such a bad thing?" he asks, unaware that he might be voicing the same thoughts. He finds it a little amusing though. If anything, it'd make more sense for him to be the one having qualms about working with this stranger.

At least the man doesn't seem bent on killing him. Cal's willing to give anyone a chance so long as they can talk without drawing a weapon on him, first thing.

"So, anything else?"

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