03 | The stairs creak as I sleep

[sinistral]

WHO: the Soldier (sinistral) and you
WHERE: network and out and about on the planet
WHAT: remembering how to rp celebrating final exams being over out and about doing totally normal former-but-maybe-still-kinda assassin things
WHEN: whatever passes on this planet for December
WARNINGS: none; will update if that changes

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TEMBA
→ Flood Plain;

Though he hasn't explored it for himself, he's been told of the ruins beneath the waters. And though he knows they're too far down to actually make out any details he's standing at the edge of the water regardless, almost glaring at the surface as if stubbornness alone could raise said ruins from their watery resting place.

It's a lot to think about, still, the apparent relationship between the Agrii and the Atroma. Certainly they had come back with a lot of information and certainly he's turned it all over again and again, but the pieces still don't settle right in his mind. Too much and not enough all at once, and the fact that the Agrii are apparently content to keep their distance from any real danger the planet presents seems a little too convenient.

Something bigger is going on and there's far too little information. The Soldier shakes his head in response to his own ruminations; the sad part is that he's getting used to that.

→ Amphitheater;

What may have been some sort of stadium or entertainment center for the Agrii makes a perfect space for working out; the steps are high enough to make running up and down them a challenge, even for long legs. And while there's nothing so formal as a track, running the inside perimeter suffices as a warmup when the Soldier isn't feeling like a tour through the more ruined areas of the city.

At one end of the space he's set up a crude target with a drawn-on bullseye; he flips a knife at it on every lap, pulling it out on his way past. It's not the ideal practice space but it works for now, works because he just needs to do something, to challenge himself to make the throw from further and further away because he may not have had a choice in how he got his skills, but they're his to use as he wants now.

→ Hangar;

The ships had gotten banged up making planetfall; the Soldier is no mechanic but has been doing what he can, when he can in order to make small repairs to the Twin Roses. He'd learned enough assisting Cal for at least that much. And it doesn't take much expertise to right the few things that got strewn about the ship's interior, items tumbling loose in the small kitchenette and other such chores.

Privately, he also wonders if access to the ships will be cut off at any time; could the Agrii recall the ships to space, leaving them stranded on the planet? He's honestly not sure, and checking on the vehicles every now and then is more an assurance that the transports are still present.

NETWORK
→ Text;

Seems like the weather's getting colder.
Or is it just me?

WILDCARD
→ Elsewhere;

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Comments

[hadthehighground]

"We may not have a choice as far as asking the Agrii. Unless we can find some other source."

Obi-Wan frowns as he considers that while tinkering a bit more with the electronics. Judging the state of the components and brushing off a bit of corrosion here and there. Machines were fickle things, and it quietly made him wish they had Anakin's expertise here. He was far better than he was. Though the thought only made him sad.

"If it comes to it, our only option may be to cannibalize one ship to keep the others running. Which I'm certain no one would be happy about. Hopefully that won't be necessary."

[sinistral]

"Yeah," he agrees. "I don't have to like it though."

Not that he's in charge of the ship or anything; they don't seem to have such a hierarchy and even if they did, the Soldier wouldn't want the responsibility. Then again, what they've wanted doesn't seem to be the highest priority to whoever brought them here. On the plus side, whoever brought them here also brought this man who seems more familiar with this sort of technology, and selfishly, the Soldier thinks that could be a good thing.

"I wouldn't be opposed should it become necessity, but I wouldn't presume to speak for others." A beat. "The ships aren't crowded now, but with more people, I could see them becoming uncomfortably close quarters." Not that they're often on the ships, but still.

[hadthehighground]

“Yes, that’s true. But if the options are to lose one ship as opposed to none of them working, I think close quarters would be worth the sacrifice.”

Obi-Wan had no particular attachment to ships. Less so since he hadn’t been here long. Though he doubted that others would feel the same way. Especially some that had been here longer.

“Either way, I would say that would be a last resort. Other options should be given consideration first.”

[sinistral]

"Agreed." But ultimately, not his call. And not a call he's sure they'll have to make, though no one can truly predict what might happen to them in the future. "Though from what I am given to understand, they don't go off planet that often."

Ideally though, one of the more technically minded people would be able to assist with repairs. Or that's what he's hoping anyway; in his mind, the more self sufficient they can be, the better — though that might be what the Agrii want from them as well.

[hadthehighground]

“Really?” Obi-Wan gives the man a surprised look.

“Then what is the point of having them here?”

Surely if there are ships they should be used! Obi-Wan had no desire to remain on this rock and he couldn’t imagine anyone else would either. And this came from a man who didn’t like to fly.