Jonathan 'Eyebags' Sims (
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revivalproject2021-03-02 02:04 pm
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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!"
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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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?"
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"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.
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