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Vanquish: Coruscant

WHO: Vanquish Crew [ Teddy Altman, Jonathan Sims, Lauri-Ell, Ripley 8, Ezra Bridger ] - Open after hopefully not crashing into one of the other ships
WHERE: Somewhere between Agra 10 and Coruscant, then Coruscant
WHAT: Oh no. It's SPACE again!
WHEN: Coruscant Field Trip Event start
WARNINGS: One frantic Archivist, TBA

Jon's face hurts when he wakes up. Funny, he doesn't remember going to sleep. Not that he sleeps often, but he doesn't even remember lying down. And yet here he is, pushing himself up from a comparably comfortable surface only to look around squinting for a moment before realization hits.

And suddenly he is wide away and almost scrambling out of his assigned bed and out of the room he easily recognizes as the Vanquish's crew quarters and further onward until he reaches the cockpit. Which is, of course, empty. It shouldn't be empty. This ship used to have a pilot. Though thinking about it, Jon will have to admit that he hasn't seen the man in a while. He hasn't seen Steve in quite some time as well...

The thought lingers with the Archivist for a moment longer, but his lament is cut short by the sound of his phone and he checks the message, then looks up at the portal and winces, hand clenching around his communication device before Jon starts to frantically look around the cockpit until he finds what appears to be the button to activate the ship's intercom. The transmission initially struggles through some static, but after a moment settles once Jon calms himself enough to bark into the speaker.

"Fine. FINE! I mean... shit. If anyone on board of this ship can hear me, I need someone who can fly this dreadful thing up here in the cockpit - Quickly!"

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Ezra snaps awake pretty quickly at the sound of Jon's voice. He doesn't always; he's as much a teenaged boy as he is a soldier, and in the weeks since he came to Agra 10, without the threat of combat looming so much, he's settled into sleeping more deeply.

Right now he can feel the surge of emotion from the cockpit, and that pushes him to fully awake. There's a beat of his own confusion, as he looks around the room that is not the hotel room where he'd crashed out the night before.

He's on the Vanquish. Unsettling, but ok. That fact assimilated, he breaks into a sprint towards the cockpit.

"Hey," he breathes out, as he comes to stand next to Jon and starts looking around at controls. "I can try. But I thought we had a pilot?"

Looking over to Ezra once the boy arrives is a relief, even though Jon can clearly pick up his anxiety right next to his own. He gestures over the ship's controls with a lost expression and a shake of his head. "W-we used to? B-Bucky. One of them... The one that was with Steve. Haven't seen him in a bit, though... Neither of them. This is not-- Christ!" Jon curses briefly in his growing frustration and his attention snaps on Ezra, expression pleading. "Please tell me you have ANY idea about how to control one of these things! Because I don't. I can barely navigate Facebook!"

And the only reason he has been able to even figure out which button to press to use the intercom may very well be that he currently has the communications data point. Somehow it just had made sense to press this particular button.

"I flew ships this size and little smaller back home," Ezra tries to reassure, letting "Let me get where you are and I bet I can figure out the basics. Hopefully we won't need the precision of being in a fight."

Then he adds, "Do you know anything more about what's going on?"

Jon steps aside to make room for Ezra, at the same time raising his phone to gesture at it.

"Well, a-apparently we're being send to-" He pauses to check the name on the screen again. "...C-Co-ru-scant? No idea what or where that is, but-- Jesus. I HOPE it doesn't involve any fighting! These ships aren't equipped for that. But... Ga Re says they want us to learn about the place? Several of us seem to come from that place."

"Coruscant?" Ezra echoes, albeit with slightly different inflection, and while that news doesn't immediately strike fear in him, he is shocked. "That-that's the capital. Republic or Empire, both, all hyperlanes lead to there, basically. The Senate, the main Jedi Temple. But when?"

He stops. Looks at the controls again. Deep breath. Then another. Focus.

"You're familiar with it?" Jon asks, surprise in his voice and brows drawn up. A faint tingle of compulsion vibrates with his voice, tickling at the answer to even this rhetorical question in Ezra's mind. "And it- It's... This is where the Jedi live? You have been there before?"

Well. At least it means they aren't headed for an unknown planet. Cal may have lived there...

"In my time, it's where the Jedi used to live, until the Temple was stormed and most of them killed," Ezra corrects. He doesn't mind answering, so there's no active resistance, but his brow furrows as he registers a brush of something foreign against his mind.

What was that?

"I've never been even close to this far into the Core; I only know of it. It's where Master Kenobi grew up - and Cal and Grogu when they were really young, I'm pretty sure. Like I was saying...when we are matters, a lot."

The Archivist frowns at that response, but then nods, his expression turning grim. "...right. The Clone Wars and--- Cal has told me about it. I... Actually saw a few of his memories of that time. It's terrible what happened."

He exhales and crosses his arms to keep his fingers from fidgeting around with some of the many buttons just within his reach. "So you're saying we may well be flying to a planet where we are at risk of getting attacked." A pause. "...shit."

"You have visions?" Ezra asks. Or maybe it was straight up mind reading?

"It might be dangerous. It might not," Ezra reasons. "If we're being sent to before the Empire, it's a place with a whole lot of people and technology. Information. The Archives at the Temple was supposedly one of the biggest libraries in the galaxy."

"Huh? Oh, n-no. Nothing like that." Jon waves off the question quickly. "It was... About a year ago? The Agrii sent us into those tunnels and we- We ended up visiting each others memories. In dreams. Wasn't as fun as it sounds." And he hopes there won't be another Calibrations time.

He frowns a little at Ezra's words, but can't help feeling intrigued by these Archives - And the knowledge to be unearthed from them. "Then we should be prepared for the worst, I assume. I doubt the Agrii will be paying much attention to such details."

Dreams of other people's memories, especially the bad ones, doesn't really sound fun to Ezra at all. Hopefully that was a one time thing.

"Ok, so. We go through the portal and be cautious. Even if it's around when I'm from, I'm just someone who's made trouble way out on the edge of the Empire. No one's going to be actively looking for me here and only a Force sensitive can tell I'm a Jedi just by being around me. We're just dumb civilians without ID and we can probably slip away from whatever hassle we initially get given." Ezra's confidence is mostly real; he's gotten out of Imperial custody bunches of time.

The Emperor possibly being here is a worry, but even if the Sith Lord senses Ezra the moment they're in orbit, he's still probably just going to send his lackeys initially right?

"If it's not when the Empire's in power, well. I bet I'll be able to feel if there's thousands of Jedi in residence pretty quickly."

The way Ezra puts it, it almost sounds easy. And Jon is about inclined to accept the younger man's words, though some worry decides to linger with him and his scowl. This may get dangerous for Cal...

Though hearing of thousands of Jedi has Jon's anxiousness pause. "That's- A lot... But you are right. We will stay cautious. Make our way to the planet and- See from there."

"Right. Good." And with that Ezra opens up his senses to the Force to help guide him with the controls. Anything that can be known is, in theory after all, part of the Force.

Whether through that, or an educated guess about how ships are usually laid out, he manages to get the ship moving towards the portal a little faster.

On the other side, as they close in on Coruscant, Ezra ends up instinctively leaning back and blinking. "Woah. So many people. It's not bad just. Cities are always kind of...busy and muddy, if that makes sense?"

Then his eyes get wide. "Except for - oh. Yeah. Lots of really bright presences in the Force. Wow. I guess if you grow up around it, you're used to it."

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Jon watches anxiously watches Ezra and the progress their ship is making towards and through the portal - And then the massive planet appearing just ahead of them.

"...Jesus Christ." Is all the Archivist mutters, not paying much attention to Ezra's initial response, then blinking twice when the younger man speaks. "Is- Is that a good thing?" He hopes so?

"That's gotta be the Jedi Temple. It definitely isn't Sith," he says, with an edge of disgust.

"I guess it could be some point far in the future where the Order's restored the Temple but we're probably in the past. Relative to me, at least. Which should mean no one's going to try to arrest us on sight, and we can ask the Jedi for help. So, yeah, it's a good thing."

Well, the speaker definitely awakens Lauri-Ell. She frowns. This was not where she had slept. It takes some work to wiggle out of the too-small bunk and onto her feet. Her gaze shifts and she frowns before heading for the cockpit.

"I was informed," she says as she ducks through the opening into the cockpit, "that there was already a pilot for our vessel. Was this not accurate, friend Jon?"

If she had known, she would have taken up piloting, for this responded to no logical arrangement she had seen.

Jon looks over to the tall woman from where he is still standing near the pilot's chair, by now occupied by Ezra attempting to steer their vessel.

"Oh, Lauri-Ell! R-right, we-- We used to have a pilot? He seems to have gone and- Jesus. I wish they had let us know in advance so someone else could have picked up the data point for it. Ezra will try to take us where we are meant to go, but-" He turns his attention away from Lauri-Ell and towards the large window of the cockpit, nodding towards the huge planet up ahead of them. "...I have no idea what to make of that. It's called Coruscant?"

"I shall attempt to speak with them later, regarding the lack of advising of situations," Lauri-Ell suggests. There is no point to the attempt now.

Her eyes glance over the planet, studying the surface. She has seen similar before, but not like this. And the name? No, she shakes her head.

"If it is known to the Kree, I have not learned of it."

"Well, we are supposed to learn there. Find answers. Ezra said that's where the Jedi have their temple." His face morphs into a grimace and he lets out a slow exhale. "That is once we managed to get and land there, I suppose."

Taking a step backward and away from the array of buttons he has no idea of, Jon then crosses his arms, but his attention remains on the planet they are approaching. "...they haven't done that before. Not while I have been here... Send us to a planet some of us know, I mean..."

"Temple?"

Please define the term, she does not know it at all. Just as she does not know the small man at the controls. That can be addressed later.

"Indeed? How strange. I wonder why they have done so now. Their reasons are hard to understand."

"Yes, temple. The Jedi have theirs on that planet. It's where they live, trains and- I assume worship?" Because that's what temples are for, right? Worshiping and religious rituals. And being a Jedi pretty much sounds like some sort of religion. If not even a cult...

As for the Agrii... Well. "They say they are sending us here to learn. Since many of us that are being brought to Agra 10 appear to come from this planet. I find it more curious that apparently they have little influence on who exactly gets brought to their planet."

What an interesting idea. A place to live and train and worship. If you take that last word off, it sounds like a Kree warship.

"It is intriguing," she agrees with a frown. "Which would mean to me that they play with technology that they are unfamiliar with. This is all an accident."

Well, without the worship that would be more like barracks.

Jon shrugs, but maintains a frown. "They may have been doing so the entire time. Even their ship isn't one they have built themselves."

Was it not a barracks? Were they not like wandering warrior monks? A barracks is probably an accurate term for it all.

Still, the considers this all with a tilt of her head.

"IT would be wise if people stuck together in teams while on the planet. Yet I fear no one shall take that precaution."

"You have already isolated the problem by adding the requirement of people making wise decisions, Lauri-Ell." Jon remarks in response, unable to entirely hide a tiny smirk. Though he returns to a more serious tone just a moment later, with his attention turning back to the large window. "...not that I'd mind terribly to have someone around if it's the right person, though... You know. At times you value some privacy."

Yes, even Tony wouldn't want to be around him all the time. And that's... Mostly fine. As long as the man doesn't get into trouble.

Ezra, having finally extracted himself from the piloting controls long enough to pull out his own communicator and look over the message from the Agrii, jumps in at that point.

"A few weeks? Yeah, getting people to stick together in some sort of buddy system for that long doesn't strike me as very likely. Too many people used to doing their own thing. Not that I can't relate," he adds.

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The right person. How interesting. She wonders who that was, but knew it was not her.

"Is wisdom not common among our fellows?" she asks Jon. She hadn't been around for the race and wreck, so the answer was she didn't know. As for Ezra she looks down at the man and nods.

"Then trouble shall occur. We should be prepared to render assistance."

"I want to say not everyone is a moron. But intelligence and wisdom are two quite different things. Intelligence alone does not necessarily mean one can't make unwise decisions." He pauses, then shrugs. "I will just assume you have met Tony." Very intelligent and very prone to unwise choices.

Jon casts a look between both Ezra and Lauri-Ell. "At least I know for myself that I am more intrigued to learn about this place. Especially if we may not be in any apparent danger upon landing."

"I haven't met Tony yet," Ezra interjects, looking curious.

Then he peers at his very tall and blue shipmate, keeping that curious expression. "Are you...military of some kind?"

"You have not met Stark? That is impressive to have avoided," Lauri-Ell admits, frowning at the young man.

Her arms crossed over her chest, Lauri-Ell tilting her head as she considers this dilemma. How does she protect all of these unwise people?

"Tell me, Jon, what datapoint do you possess?"

Ezra pointing out that he hasn't met Tony yet and Lauri-Ell's following observation reduces Jon's input on the matter to an amused little sound before he adds: "I'm certain you will know exactly what I mean once you have met him." Tony leaves certain impressions with people.

The question Lauri-Ell directs at him, has Jon look back at her quizzically. "Me? At the moment it's communications." And so far that one has worked out for him. "Why?"

"You will," Lauri-Ell agrees with Jon. He was... an intense man.

Jon, though, had exactly what Lauri-Ell wished to hear.

"Can you tell if our communicators will work here when we are not off of our ships? Can we track each other? Kree used such signals for homing beacons."

At that suggestion, Jon grimaces disapprovingly. "Well. I certainly hope there is no way to track anyone without them sending us their location first." While he can see the potential use for being able to do such a thing, the idea of everyone simply being able to spy on everyone does not sit well with Jon.

"But I do believe that we are indeed able to communicate with one another."

Well, that is a point, and she tilts her head to consider that one as well. How to deal with it.

"I do agree that it could be trouble in the long run. I don't suppose someone can hit an emergency beacon? Can this be created?"

Her jobs, or so she has told herself, is to worry over the others. This seemed more true since the hangar incident. People can be... very reckless here.

"Now that's agreeable and perfectly doable." Jon nods, expression relaxing again. "It's a basic feature on practically any modern phone."

So that's something he is fine with.

Ah, well, it's very happy to hear that it is possible.

"That would be good, I think. Thank you if you're willing to do it. I would like to be able to get to people to help them if it's possible."

Jon gives Lauri-Ell a quiet look that lingers for just about a moment before he sighs lightly, but nods again. "Right. I... Will see what I can do."

He gestures towards the back part of the ship before turning said direction to leave the cockpit and find himself a seat to fiddle with his phone. "I'll let you know when I'm done."

“You have my gratitude,” Lauri-ELL agrees with a smile and a nod. She turns to regard Ezra again, but with the man mostly silent and focused she fears it would be imprudent to bother him.

“I believe I shall prepare myself. I hope no one on the planet takes offense to me carrying the Universal Weapon.”

But in a strange place, she would feel more comfortable if she had it in hand. Especially given she had charges to protect.

“I ask your forgiveness at my departure.”

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