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From the sewers to a space ship

WHO: Eddie Kaspbrak and YOU
WHERE: Bishop, then open
WHAT: OMFG WHERE THE FUCK AM I?!
WHEN: Now? When the fuck is now even?
WARNINGS: Language, mostly. Possible canon talk

Bishop

There's a man in one of the bunks who was absolutely not there before. He looks (and smells) like he just rolled out of the sewers. His jeans, t-shirt and hoodie are covered in an array of multicolored substances. His left cheek is bandaged in a very soiled gauze patch. Needless to say... He looks worse for wear.

He sits bolt upright with a terrified gasp. "Richie!" His eyes wide with fright, he looks around. "Whaaaaat the fuck?" Inexplicably, he knows where he is and what he's doing there, but that doesn't make him feel any better. He was in the cavern, saving Richie and something... Something was wrong. He makes a face as he reached back to scratch a weird itch in the middle of his back. Alright. He's not going to get any answers sitting in bed.

He gets up and moves to the door, peeking out. It's going to take him a while to find the way out of the ship, especially considering the tightness in his chest. He wasn't claustrophobic usually, but he had to get some air. He can be found wandering aimlessly around the ship, looking confused and slightly panicked.

Outside the ship

When he finally stumbles outside, he takes a few deep breaths. "Ohthankfuck." Leaning forward, he braces his hands on his legs and tries to get his breathing back to normal. Once he feels sufficiently calm, he takes a deep breath and straightens.

Then he sees his first alien and that goes out the fucking window. Hello Coruscant. There's a human in the space port alternating between screaming in terror and laughing awkwardly as he tries to figure out if he's really hallucinating and having an anneurism at the same time.

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"What the...?"

Things were already weird, being back on a planet within a familiar galaxy. Now he was hearing an extra voice within the shuttle just after everything (had mostly) calm down.

Last he checked, there were only four of them on the roster. And this man standing out in the middle of the hall was an entirely new face.

Echo frowns, shifting the helmet in his arms and turning to walk toward Eddie. "Hey," he calls out on approach, "what's all this– oh."

Eddie whirls around at the voice, one hand holding his head. "Whoa! What the fuck?"

Oh shit. This guy definitely looks like some kind of soldier, and not the nice cuddly kind. His eyes widen and he takes a step back, flattening against the wall. "Shit... I... uh, I just woke up here, I swear. I don't even know where the fuck here is! Except for the weird shit that I just kind of know, but I don't know how I know what I know, I just know it." He's rambling. But he's nervous and this guy looks like he could break him in half if he wanted, and he's not sure if he's trespassing and please don't hurt him.

To be fair, Eddie is mostly correct in his assumptions.

A hand rises, gesturing to placate the panicked man. "Easy there," Echo says, keeping his tone even. "You're gonna be okay, I don't mean any harm." Because he can't help but look the way he does. "My name's Echo. Take a few breaths and I'll try to catch you up on the situation."

That's... comforting?

Eddie nods, taking those breaths as he tries to assure himself that the big armored soldier isn't going to kill him... he thinks... "Eddie... there's a situation?" His brow furrows with concern. That's not usually something someone says when there's a good thing going on.

So long as Eddie isn't rambling off anymore, Echo will take that as a good sign. "It's regarded as a situation until further notice. You're aboard the Bishop, and I'm assuming you were placed here by the Agrii. We and the other shuttles have just landed at our newest destination." The clone's brow lifts slightly. "The problem is none of us weren't expecting to be anywhere else but the planet we first left."

For now, at least...

He nods again. "The Agrii... Yeah that's one of the things I don't know how I know about... But... maybe? I think so? Shit, I don't know, man, I just woke up here." He pauses, frowning deeply. "Wait... how do you not expect a spaceship to go somewhere? Doesn't someone have to, you know, fly it or something?"

"Believe me, I know the feeling." Waking up anywhere other than where you're supposed to be is disorienting as it is. Echo shakes his head. "I'm not sure. The shuttles were still in the hangar at the time. I practically live in this one now and I know for sure it was docked. Our pilot wasn't even aware of it until we all got a message from Ga Re."

He digs out his communication device from his belt pouch, waving it in his free hand. "Even if he had a hunch we'd be traveling, I don't know how much control he would've had to steer away from here."

Eddie sighs, scrubbing a hand over his face. None of this makes any sense. Okay, yeah, some of it does. But he still doesn't get how it does and that doesn't make any sense.

He looks back up at Echo, raising one eyebrow. One hand gestures in front of him as he talks. "Okay, so, even if I believe all of this. Why the fuck would they send everyone here in ships? They abducted us here, right? Why not just zap us to wherever they want us to be?"

Now that sounds strange. "First of all, it's space," Echo replies, the matter-of-fact tone slipping into the calm he's been holding onto. "Traveling without a transport is nearly impossible. Secondly...I don't know, maybe they didn't think about that? Or maybe it's too convenient."

Thanks to Eddie, it's a different angle to think about. But they still have this to deal with. "What matters to the Agrii is that they think of us as 'heroes' that can help them with their problem back on Agra 10. But now it seems they want us to learn more for ourselves while we're here on Coruscant."

That gets a snort of laughter, he gestures to himself, "Do I look like a hero?" or smell like one? "Somebody made a mistake because I sure as shit am not a hero. Especially not a world saving one."

Says the man who just threw a fence post through the mouth of a giant evil alien clown.

To be fair, Eddie has a point. The definition of 'hero' appears to be muddled, but there has to be more to it than meets the eye.

The clone offers a slight smirks at that. "Looks like the Agrii thought otherwise." As he turns and motions for the man to follow, he adds, "You might wanna clean up and a get a fresh dressing for that."

If you believe it does...

He sighs, his shoulders sinking with resignation. He's stuck there. What the fuck is he going to do? Not having any better ideas, he follows Echo. "A new dressing for..." His hand goes to his cheek, "Riiight. Yeah." He scoffs a laugh, "Been a rough day. Could you believe a childhood bully ambushed me in the bathroom and stabbed me in the fucking face. And that's not even the weirdest thing that happened to me."

"It's a far cry from what our medics usually have on hand, but it'll do in a pinch– " Echo glances at Eddie while taking a small first aid kit out of a locker. "An ambush? That's not fair at all."

He says this like it's no big deal, but there is still a tinge of concern found in there somewhere. "You mean waking up here isn't the weirdest thing that's happened so far?"

"Right?! Granted, he just came from an asylum, so he wasn't really all there if you know what I mean." Poor Henry. He probably could have been okay if Pennywise hadn't fucked with him. But there's no way to know that, now.

He shakes his head. "Not by a fucking long shot."

His head tilts, but he nods. "Yeah, I think I do."

The clone's expression then becomes sympathetic after Eddie's admission. "Maybe you should sit down," he suggests, handing the first aid kit over. "There's gonna be a lot more to take in once you step off of the shuttle."

Eddie sighs and takes the first aid kit before sinking into the nearest convenient seat. It's been a really long fucking day, okay? And this isn't helping anything.

"Could you believe a few days ago my life was completely normal? A wife, a job, a life in the city... no space ships or alien clowns or stabbings at all."

Sorry, Echo. He's having a moment. Shaking his head, he cracks open that kit to take a look at what passes for first aid there.

It looks like standard first aid fare, recognizable the second the kit is opened: gauze, bandages, tubes of ointment and antiseptic wipes. Nothing too weird.

Although he can't picture what Eddie's life was like before being brought over (and maybe for the better, considering the short summary he came up with), Echo sympathizes.

"Take the time you need, mate," he says, patting the man on the shoulder. "You just got in. I don't wanna run you outside while you're still gathering your bearings."

Ohthankfuck. He doesn't think he could handle alien first aid shit right now. He carefully rummages through the kit, pulling out gauze, tape, and something to clean and disinfect the wound. He clearly knows what he's looking for.

"Thanks. This is all just a lot, you know?"

One more pat, and then Echo lets Eddie be, looking off toward the back of the shuttle.

"Not a problem at all. I felt the same way after arriving on a ship I didn't recognize." He then glances at Eddie again. "If it means anything, you're actually doing better than you were earlier."

"Thanks..." Eddie sets about opening up the supplies and peeling the filthy gauze off of his face. If Echo looks, he'll see a neat stab wound that goes clear through his cheek. It's being held together with a couple of stitches.

He looks up at the comment. "Huh? Oh..." You're braver than you think. He rakes his fingers through his hair and shrugs. "I guess that's what happens when I have something else to focus on."

Timing: Echo has it. He's not exactly squeamish, but the sutured wound still gets a quick once-over. Trying not to think about how much that hurts, the clone maintains a straight face as he nods.

"If it gets you through tough times. Sometimes that's all you can do."

It hurts like a bitch, thanks. But it's still better than just after it happened...

He nods. "Yeah... Yeah that's what the experts call a defense mechanism." He smirks, chuckling. "But as long as it works, right?"

Echo emits a soft snort. "As long as it works." Not mocking in any way, but agreeing with having something to fall back on when things get bad.

"Need anything else?" he then inquires. "Something to drink, or eat?"

He thinks about it for a moment. "Uh... water? Some water would be good."

Nodding, Echo goes into the galley, opening a cabinet to fetch a glass. Fortunately the beverage dispenser is more normal than the food dispenser, and a full glass of water is held out for Eddie. "Here you are."

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