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Tommy seemed a poor choice given how fast he could move on his own, but Cal still nodded at the point made. He did seem impressed at the supposed range that was being originally suggested, however. The potential just for set distances as made in example could still be useful too.

"We'll probably need two separate power systems then. One on the sending end and the other on the receiving. I'm sure we'll be able to work something out. Just gotta sit and hash things out, have a look at those schematics." A shrug. "Unless you wanted to do that now."

"We can multitask. Where's BD?" Tony said, already dumping the plans to Cal's communicator, but sure this process would be much smoother with the droid's projection skills. "What was your thing, is it this?" he continued as he picked up one of the broken components on the counter, twisting it in his hand to try to place it and concluding. "This is nothing. Echo's armour is broken or something, did you know that?" Maybe that was a little obvious.

Pointing along with a nod of his head, Cal pulled out the tablet to set on the counter, glancing at the screen indicating it was receiving data. "He's enjoying a soak in the bath. Well-deserved. I'll get him in a bit."

His attention shifted from the parts to Tony again. "Well, they're not much on their own. I'm going to need a good housing for them- but what's this about Echo and broken armor?" He hadn't been aware of that, and the trooper hadn't said anything. Then again, they'd had other things to discuss that took up much of the focus.

Twisting the component again like he was taunting Cal to try to take it from him and explain what Tony was holding, Tony replied, "He said it was in pieces or something, I don't know, I don't listen to other people's problems. He said he knew you, though, and I thought that was a bit weird, you'd be the guy to ask about that. I'd ask you about my armor. Hey, I've got a question for you." That wasn't at all what Tony meant to get out of testing Cal about Echo, but not he was bouncing up out of his drape against the counter, hands cupped toward each other over his heart as he tried to formulate what he actually had to ask Cal about, and not the whole story. "Cloud said you could show me how to recharge the crystal rods," was how it came out. Maybe he really wasn't all that good at other people's problems.

"In pieces?" Cal's doubt was obvious in his tone as he reached out to try and retrieve the part Tony was toying with. "Yeah, we met aboard the Agrii ship. We were also assigned the same ship coming down..." They all remembered how well that return had gone.

"Can't say I'm an expert in armor," he said, all too happy to skirt the whole storm that had happened. "If it's the technical issues with the helmet or something, maybe I can help fiddle with it, but I can't say I've worked on trooper gear before." He leaned against the counter, waiting for Tony to deliver his question.

"That's not exactly a question," the padawan felt he had to point out with a tilt of his head, but he looked amused all the same. "I can show you, yes. Hux had showed me how, back when we were first putting together the replicator."

"Yeah, he was a little weird about it..." Tony repeated distantly, still not sure how exactly to approach the issue as he watched Cal, who didn't seem particularly bothered about talking about him, so he let Cal take his toy back easily. Not anything like the soldier's bashful reaction about Cal, anyway. That was much less exciting to Tony, though, than hopping out of his seat to dig around in his barrel of goods for one of those inert rods, darkened and not particularly interesting looking. "The ammunition for his gun," he continued as he clattered around, "is not something I've ever seen before, probably not replicable with what we have. Is it the same stuff that makes your sword work? Is your whole galaxy just full of a whole different array of noble gases? Hey, is your blood green?"

Edited (that made it sound like he was talking about Bucky, what a twist) 2020-12-24 22:29 (UTC)

Thanks to Jon playing mediator, a lot of potential awkwardness had been avoided, and while nothing would ever erase the things that had happened in the past, they could at least be confident that they were all of the same mind to make sure a repeat didn't happen in the present.

Cal turned the component about between his fingers, imagining its placement if it were still usable. "Ammunition," he said as he watched Tony sift around through the cart of mysteries. "Blaster packs are energy-based. I think they use tibanna gas- highly explosive stuff. Not the same as for lightsabers." He looked about to say something more in regards to the last but the last question Tony rattled off had him laugh, so abrupt and random as it was.

"We can probably figure out some kind of substitute to make or recharge a blaster pack though. I wonder what sort of ammunition the Agrii weapons have. Think they'd be compatible?"

"Doubt it," Tony said shortly, though it was entirely possible he could make that work for Echo given the time, if he was that married to his gun and didn't want to take up one of the available kind. Ideally for Tony, there weren't any guns in circulation at all to worry about, and he was hoping Cal would confirm that if some unavoidable accident happened to that magazine, Echo would be out of luck. Highly explosive sounded like something Tony could work with.

That was a good time for him to brandish the depleted crystal rod triumphantly and drop back into his stool, facing the counter this time and considering the battery like he had a dozen times already and gotten nothing from it. "I've had a few familiar faces around since I got here," he said, then slowly handed the rod off to Cal. "People from the same place as me, or who clearly know who I am. And I haven't really figured out how I feel when another one shows up. Guilty, I guess, but...I know they're not here for me. Because of me, maybe. It's definitely different than when someone really alien is brought."

Given how weird everything Agrii seemed to work, Cal was inclined to agree. But he didn't think that it would be impossible to work out something for Echo to recharge a blaster pack if it came down to it. Depending on what the clone had arrived with, he might have a decent number of charges for shots on it, unless he was just from a mission or something of the sort.

"It's easier, if they're fresh faces, people you've never met before," he said as he took the dull energy rod, turning it over in his hands. "Just finding out people are from a familiar galaxy but a much different timeframe is strange enough." He set the rod down, turning to walk towards a block of drawers off to the side of the door leading to the adjoining room.

"So what's this about?" he asked as he opened a drawer, closing it again to try another when what he was looking for wasn't within it. "And why guilty?"

"What? Nothing," Tony said too quickly, before he had processed that Cal might have meant that question about the crystal rod and not Tony's very casual line of inquiry which couldn't have been obviously leading. He was an excellent spy, Nat always told him that, in his mind, when she wasn't around. "Oh, that? I've been working on a little something, but keep getting hung up on the power source. Trying to work against the environment is not the solution, so I'm doing as the Romans do, if the Romans had energy generating rocks." That was about as much as Tony could explain before confirming that this experiment worked, though. It could still not be enough of a generator to run a toy car.

The guilt was a much bigger question to pick apart, one that Tony had been working on for a long time, so he spun around to lounge against the counter again to watch Cal with his head tipped toward his shoulder contemplatively. In this particular case, the reason his psyche produced for him was, "If I could stop fucking around and solve this problem, none of them would have to be here, everyone could go home and whoever is doing this to us would be in intergalactic supermax. It's been--I don't even know how long it's been, but it's getting cold out there so, I don't know, a year? I built a time machine in under a week. This is--it's like I don't want to fix it." He stopped abruptly, because maybe that was a little too close to a greater truth, and might have explained the guilt better than he was willing to examine. How was this not about the Jedi anymore? "And--and I feel like every new person that comes in, that has to be a piece of the puzzle, it has to mean something, but it's not coming together. Like, you, and Echo, and Kenobi, what does that mean?" Smooth save.

Cal continued to look through the drawer before he found what he was looking for- a boxlike device that looked about the right size to fit a power rod, or at least it had the port for one. In the meantime he let Tony babble, listening as he tried to sort through what the man was getting at. He had a vague idea as he walked back to the counter, setting it down before picking up the depleted rod.

"Hux gave me this. It only recharges one at a time. The one in the power plant can do several. Before he...vanished, he'd told me he'd planned to try fabricating more of these portable ones for others to make use of," he explained as he inserted the crystal rod and tapped at a switch.

"If this was an easy problem to fix, we still wouldn't be seeing people arriving. And some people...seem to actually enjoy being here, to some degree." He thought of Sansa and her family, the others that had come and gone. There'd been a time when he'd even considered that it wouldn't have been a completely bad thing to be stuck here, if he'd been pulled in some couple of years earlier, or maybe not even that. Being saddled with trying to take care of someone else's problems on an unknown planet in an unknown galaxy seemed far more preferable to hiding and looking over your shoulder constantly in case the Empire suddenly caught on to you while you worked in their backyard.

Even with Tony trying to skirt around what he wanted to say, Cal could sense the anxiousness from him as Tony caught himself on some points, scrambled for a recovery. He forced a small laugh as Tony name-dropped, fiddling with the power pack to make sure the crystal rod was properly inserted.

"That's awfully specific. But I've wondered about it. It made more sense back when the Agrii were actively the ones bringing in 'heroes.' Maybe after they found a world with people of the qualifications they were looking for, they just sort of kept fishing around with the same settings. It would explain why so many people from similar worlds or places have come."

He set the charger aside to let it do its thing, turning his gaze and attention to Tony as he tilted his head.

"What is it you really want to ask me?"

The recharging device was...weird, and Tony watched the whole process raptly, still staring at it as Cal pushed it aside, brow knit in consternation. It wasn't as though it was drawing power from somewhere else to put into this rod, like a rechargeable battery...was it? Having more of these was definitely a good plan, though. If Tony could figure out what it was doing. This left him in quite an unguarded position to find out he was actually being that transparent, and he slouched to the side away from Cal at first, like he could just let it roll off of him as his eyebrows jumped up and his gaze flicked to the ceiling.

The answer he had for Cal's question might have followed his theorizing, though. After a beat, as Tony tried and failed to come up with a democratic way to deflect, he said, "Maybe they're looking for a specific reaction." They suddenly had plenty to say about their performance on the Agrii ship, after all, after keeping themselves so well hidden. A performance was what they were after.

It was something- probably one of many things, that Cal had meant to and then hadn't been able to follow-up on looking into. It felt like ages since they'd first come back from Risa and had a replicator to put together, and certainly a lot of things had happened in between the then and the now. If Tony wanted to borrow the thing, all he had to do was ask.

To the man's reaction at his question, his own brows arched in an unspoken prompt, tempered with the quirk of a lopsided smile. His sigh was quiet as Tony responded to something else instead, transmitted with but the slightest slump of his shoulders. Instead of pressing however, Cal nodded thoughtfully as he folded his arms, leaning back against the counter.

"Could be. Or...any reaction, really. Things could have turned out catastrophic in that staged rescue mission." A mix of little things to keep the flow of...something going, and then something dramatic to see how all the working parts would fit together.

Okay, maybe too opaque now, Tony would figure out the balance eventually. He watched Cal expectantly, drawing in a slow breath until it seemed like he wasn't about to make the next leap of logic Tony was hoping for, so Tony had to be the one to prompt, "And a clone showing up, could that have been catastrophic?" He probably should have just let Jon do this, he definitely knew more about Cal and his whole universe than Tony did.

The silence that stretched on after Tony's question was a thoughtful one. After it seemed like there wouldn't be an answer forthcoming, Cal finally spoke again.

"Depended on some key factors. Catastrophic though? Don't know if I'd go so far as to say that. If things went differently, maybe." He snorted lightly, a mirthless smile tugging across his face as he shook his head. "A lot more painful for sure."

He sighed again, looking at Tony, seeking to meet his eyes. "We were all comrades, you know? Looked out for each other. As close as anything I had to friends back then. We looked forward to seeing battle, for some action. That's what we were training for, protectors of the people."

Tony's eye wasn't difficult to catch, but it was cold and searching; he didn't have an ethereal sensitivity to rely on, and he wasn't totally sure what he was looking for, only that a lot of the answers he had formulated for himself were frightening. He was fairly certain he believed Cal when he spoke, much like he believed Lauri-Ell wasn't telling him things she believed to be untrue, but Tony didn't believe in where those words were coming from. From the pieces that Tony was putting together, from what Jon had told him, pressing Cal on this might have been a unique cruelty. Cal had also proven difficult to antagonize. "Is that who this war was for, 'the people'? A democratic decision, to train child soldiers to lead legions of clones?" Tony asked. Not that it was impossible to believe that could have happened, he had no real idea what Cal's whole world was like. What they were up against must have been dire, though.

"The war was orchestrated from the beginning. Everyone that became involved in it were pawns from the start, and it was specifically executed to get rid of the Jedi in the end."

The words came too calmly, but there was a bitterness there, and a mixture of feelings that flickered across his face as Cal lowered his eyes to the counterspace between them. Was this what Tony wanted to talk about this whole time? He could see where the man was coming from, given Echo's presence, Obi-Wan's recent arrival. But what he opened up with was something he'd only just learned with the latter's appearance. It had sent him reeling, and in saying so again, he realized he still hadn't quite recovered from it.

"The Jedi were supposed to be peacekeepers. When tensions rose between the Republic and the Trade Federation, we were called to mediate on the Republic's behalf. War eventually broke out, and the Trade Federation and the systems those deciding to break away from the Republic had droid armies. The Separatists began seizing planets for resources, for strength, by force if they couldn't pressure them to join. The Republic relied more and more upon the Jedi to urge more systems to join the Republic's collective, and to fight in support of their allies. It wasn't enough against armies of droids."

Sighing again, he folded his arms a little tighter, brow knitting as he tried to dredge up what he could remember of the things he'd been told, or things he'd heard. He'd been so small at the time, and he was certain that many of them had been made padawans earlier than they might have been, because of the war, and because the Jedi numbers weren't as great as one would think.

"But then the Republic suddenly had access to their own army. Apparently it had been started in secret, and whoever had done so had gone through the trouble of hiding the planet of Kamino where they were being developed. Rumor was that a Jedi had been the one who had asked the Kaminoans to do so, but the Council had no knowledge of it. But by the time the Council, by the time anyone had found out about it, there was already an army of clones amassed, trained and ready to fight."

Closing his eyes, Cal pushed away from the the counter to walk a bit. It was easier now to really see it, how convenient the timing was for things to happen. You didn't have that luxury when you were in the thick of it, when war was threatening worlds, and there were so many things he didn't really understand, or had taken for granted, so eager as he was to just be able to try and do his part, to take on that next phase of training.

It sounded about as glorious as any other war Tony had heard about; false pretenses from a few powerful people who weren't satisfied with how much control they already had, and cruel swaths of cowardice on both sides. There were plenty of kids like Cal on Earth, taking up Stark guns because Stark bombs had been dropped on them. It didn't leave Tony any more confident that these three men weren't going to be a danger to each other. Tony watched Cal pace, giving him the space to manage the energy, but eventually asked, "And now?" He gave a wave of his hand, because 'now' for Echo was apparently different from 'now' for Cal, back home, but that was a different matter than Tony's concern. "Now, here. If that fight is coming here, Caliente, I'm--who's going to fix the replicator?"

Pausing in his steps, Cal lifted his head before he turned back. "That whole mess is something none of us want following us here. It wouldn't have had to even be specifically us. At the core, it's some thing between Jedi and Sith. Except the only real Sith I've met was here, and I was able to get along with him just fine."

He waved that subject away, it was only going to distance them from the main point. "Echo and Ben are the closest I've ever met to anyone from when I know. I've never met them personally, but I've seen and heard Echo's face and voice plenty of times. But even before I got here I'd figured the clones were as much a victim in what had happened in the war as we were. It doesn't stop the memories though. And there are so many bad ones that happened all at once when they turned on us. It's hard to separate that from the good ones."

Drawing in a slow breath, Cal walked back over to the counter again, resting his hands at its edge. "Which is why I didn't want to hold off on meeting Echo when Jon first told me there was a clone here. I didn't want first encounter to go wrong. It was hard, but necessary. We thought it was too abrupt for the clones to turn on us when they did. Ben was able to confirm that the clones have some kind of organic chip implanted early on." It bothered him to think about it and it showed on his face.

"They were made to fight alongside us, and then ultimately betray us. I know that wouldn't have happened if they didn't have that chip. The Jedi were the only ones aside from their own brothers who cared about them as people when we were all expected to fight."

Edited 2020-12-26 17:53 (UTC)

Tony's concerns that Cal was still unhealthily tangled in the rhetoric of the war he was raised for were easing the more Cal spoke about it. He wasn't fresh from the fight, after all, and already had some distance from it before being taken to Agra 10 to examine it from the outside. The uncomfortable anxiety that had tangled up in Tony's chest since his meandering attempt to goad Cal into revealing more was unwinding, and he reached for Cal's wrist as he returned to the counter to give an affectionate squeeze, his gaze a little harder to track then until he let go again. Cal definitely deserved to have the space to talk more about what he carried around with him, but the disaster happening because of some programming had Tony looking more sharply at him.

"Echo still has that, this chip?" he clarified. Definitely a problem, but ultimately a much easier one to deal with that a complicated emotional one, at least to Tony. "I might know a little something about programming the brain," he said, but it was less of an offer than a thoughtful musing as he considered how much he actually functionally knew, and how much he would need the help of a biologist for the wet work. "Much easier to install than it is to remove," he could offer confidently.

It would have been easy for him to relapse into the guilt he'd only recently managed to finally start easing away from. That in due part was ironically because of Echo. The past was a hard thing to escape even here, and the new details Obi-Wan had brought to their attention had not only prodded at old wounds but rubbed salt into them. But there was nothing to be done about the past, and at the very least, they could at least use what they knew to prevent anything more from happening.

Cal lifted his head at the gesture from Tony, following that hand up to the face of the man himself. Sensing Tony's tension ease helped in turn to help his own in turn. But his own concern in the matter regarding the chip was reflected on the padawan's face when Tony looked at him.

"He does. He's from earlier than me or Ben, so it was hard for him to hear about what happened, but I thought he should know. And I didn't want things to get awkward if he ran into Ben on his own. Not that it wasn't even with me there. Ben's...from right after the Purge. Just seeing Echo with his blaster had him pulling his own lightsaber." Cal was just glad nothing further had happened. "So Echo knows. And he's willing to get rid of the chip. But we know it's risky, and we'd probably need a lot more than just someone with the skills," he nodded as Tony noted the difficulty of removal as opposed to its installation. Another sigh. Too many of those, he thinks.

"So yeah... That's where we're at right now."

That sounded to Tony like Cal was about done talking about it, which was fair--that was far more information than Tony had come here expecting to hear, and a very different problem. On the plus side, Cal was obviously very capable of handling himself and the potential crisis of these new arrivals, though Tony wasn't sure that was enough assurance to stop him from worrying the next time Cal was potentially in trouble. There had to be a better way for him to anticipate these problems.

"Hey, why does he get a lightsaber?" sounded like a light enough complaint that still might prompt Cal into revealing more. "You've been here for a millennium, you've earned it, and he just gets to waltz in with one. This place is rotten to the core, he paid someone off."

Cal laughed a little at that, which helped to disperse any remaining tightness that had built up in him with the earlier exchange. "Wouldn't have done me too much good at the time if I'd had mine anyway. The emitter was crushed, the kyber crystal with it." He picked up the pieces he'd been poking through earlier. "I think we don't get much choice with what gets brought along with us when we're pulled in. In my case, BeeDee seems to be who was chosen over the lightsaber, and that's hardly something I'd get upset about."

From the small pieces yet on the counter, he started setting them in a line, spaced out as he considered the layout, swapping components here and there. "I've had a lot of things to work out, things to think about. After that last storm..." The frown lasted but a flicker as he shook his head, moving on, "...after that and taking some time, talking with Echo, I feel like I'm really ready to try making one again. A lightsaber."

He glanced at Tony, then fiddled open one of the pouches at his belt and produced a couple of small shards even less than half a finger's length when put together. One piece he set near one end of the line of components, and the other at the opposite.

That did sound like a reasonable trade to Tony, but he still pouted and grumbled, "I didn't even get socks," so it should have been just as fair that Cal got to bring all of his cool shit for Tony to examine. He sat up to watch Cal, though, slowly spinning back around to face the counter and Cal's work, and shot him a sidelong look with a raised brow, almost less intrigued that a lightsaber might be build here, and moreso that it was that traumatizing storm that prompted Cal to try it. Being out in that rain must have left him feeling incredibly vulnerable, and the guilt was enough to keep Tony from poking restlessly at what Cal was arranging, clutching his hands between his knees instead. It was not enough to stop him from blurting, "Where'd you get those?," despite not really knowing what he was looking at.

It had been a lot of things on top of the storm, really. It had been a painful process, but necessary, Cal felt, to really get him to the point he was at, where he felt he was finally ready to move on.

"These? I replicated them on Risa. Feels like a lifetime ago, huh..." He'd always had the thought of rebuilding a lightsaber. The components were easier to come by than what actually made it a lightsaber, however. "But these," he said as he picked up one of the power crystals, which bore a faint glow, "I found in the caves by the beach here. I think they're like the raw version of these power rods. I can't even say how I actually got these- most of what I sensed and saw was embedded in the walls. But it felt like... I don't know. Alive, somehow. It made me think about what Cloud talked about."

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