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revivalproject2021-03-02 01:43 pm
on_repeat) wrote in revivalproject2021-03-02 01:43 pm
The Bishop | Welcome to Coruscant
WHO: The Bishop Crew (Poe Dameron, Cal Kestis, Lance, ARC-1409 "Echo"), Open upon landing
WHERE: In The Galaxy
WHAT: Is Going On
WHEN: Long, Long Ago...but right now too
WARNINGS: ???, probably slight trauma
= = =
Sleeping and waking in stationary shuttle was nothing new. It had been that way for a while now, a strange routine that brought about a faint sense of normalcy planet-bound. Yet it was the familiar rocking, drifting feeling like the shuttle was in motion urged a greater sense of wakefulness in the ARC Trooper who only began to drift off after hours of lying motionless on the bunk.
Something obviously wasn't right.
As soon as the door opened, Echo made his way out into the corridor, brow furrowed as he checked his gear. "Guys?" Shifting his helmet under an arm, his free hand reached into one of his pouches to fish out his communication device, automatically tapping on the newest notification. "What's going on..."
Whale Comb to Coruscant!
His eyes widened as they fell on those words.
He recognized that name. And he wouldn't be the only one who did.
"Poe?" He called out, forcing himself into a controlled stride than an outright dash to the cockpit. "Cal? Lance? Is this some kind of trick?"
WHERE: In The Galaxy
WHAT: Is Going On
WHEN: Long, Long Ago...but right now too
WARNINGS: ???, probably slight trauma
= = =
Sleeping and waking in stationary shuttle was nothing new. It had been that way for a while now, a strange routine that brought about a faint sense of normalcy planet-bound. Yet it was the familiar rocking, drifting feeling like the shuttle was in motion urged a greater sense of wakefulness in the ARC Trooper who only began to drift off after hours of lying motionless on the bunk.
Something obviously wasn't right.
As soon as the door opened, Echo made his way out into the corridor, brow furrowed as he checked his gear. "Guys?" Shifting his helmet under an arm, his free hand reached into one of his pouches to fish out his communication device, automatically tapping on the newest notification. "What's going on..."
Whale Comb to Coruscant!
His eyes widened as they fell on those words.
He recognized that name. And he wouldn't be the only one who did.
"Poe?" He called out, forcing himself into a controlled stride than an outright dash to the cockpit. "Cal? Lance? Is this some kind of trick?"