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WHO: Cobb Vanth & All
WHERE: Various locations across Coruscant.
WHAT: Adventures across the planet
WHEN: Event
WARNINGS: Cussing. Angst. Possible violence. Will update as necessary.

This was not how Cobb imagined his first time off Tatooine. Then again, with his history, maybe he should have expected his first trip in space and to a Core world would be against his will. These Agrii fellas needed to learn to ask for permission. He would've said yes if they had asked. Instead, there was a little bubble of resentment brewing towards their alien captors.

But that anger could wait. A lot of people here had no idea how to navigate any planet in the galaxy much less one like Coruscant. Stars, even Cobb was a little out of his element but at least he could read the writing and understand how things worked in general. The first thing he focused on was getting everyone else settled and comfortable to go around by themselves. It was a lot of explaining how credit worked and offering to help if anyone needed it.

It took a few days before Cobb disappeared on his own one morning. The credits provided by the Agrii and the few he had on him when he got taken were burning a hole in his pocket. He went to the market and found himself some pieces of durasteel armor and a padded armor suit to wear underneath. It was, without a doubt, the nicest thing Cobb had ever owned, gleaming a brass-gold color against the black padded suit and soft green cloak he also bought to hide the scars that peeked out from the suit.

Damn if he didn't feel guilty for the two-thousand credits he handed over to buy it.

He just couldn't help but think of all the necessary things he could buy for home or this group of people at that cost. Two thousand credits would never got that far on Tatooine where everything was so damn expensive but it could've done something good. But after putting it all on he looked like he belonged on a Core world instead of an outsider in ragged clothes. Clothes he kept because they were still good enough for home and no one wasted anything on Tatooine. The armor though... wearing it he felt... like someone important and wasn't that a heavy thing?

Not only did the armor protect him and help him blend in, now he could get into better bars and taverns where they played high stakes sabacc. Cobb had learned his numbers playing the card game and was damn good at it. Good enough to win games against rich fools who tossed credits around like they could be dug up from the sand. That real vindictive part of himself really enjoyed it.

And everything he won now went to what they'd need to survive and anyone else who needed a few spare credits.

After all, he could always win more.

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"True enough," Cayde agreed, tapping a finger against the top of his emptied glass. "And when you're threatened to lose that home, you fight three times as hard for it." The Last City would always be a place Guardians could return to, and humanity's remnants could thrive. That was what they fought for, even when in the long run some tended to forget. The Red Legion had served them a grim reminder.

A leader, huh? Leadership was never a thing he'd fancied, but he knew that was pretty much what his job entailed. Thankfully it was a load he had to share with Zavala and Ikora. It didn't make him miss being out in the middle of the action, but he'd certainly appreciated that partnership he had a lot more.

"Maybe," he chuckled.

See, Cayde understood it. Yeah, he was a flashy robot humanoid but his world seemed just as run down as Cobb was used to. He seemed to understand the fight for survival which not many people in this crew did. It got Cayde a lot of respect even if he was a little wild sometimes.

"That's all I know these days fighting for home. This is the most relaxed my life has ever been." He toasts Cayde with his ice water. Maker, it's ice water! He still can't believe that it's so easy to get.

The cool water feels great after a warm bowl of soup. "I think we can make better at the city."

With that lopsided grin he somehow managed to pull off, Cayde picked up his own water to toast with. The fact that the man had even ordered ice water specifically to begin with had not been lost on him. Then again, he remembered their first meeting, finding the marshal staring out at an alien sea.

"I think any effort we put into it is making better. But there's still a lotta work to be done." He tipped the glass in his hand, watching the water move this way and that with each swivel of his wrist. "What's your vision?"

"For the city?" Cobb chuckled and ducked his head before he relaxed back in his chair.

"I worked too hard to get a roof over my head and a space to call my own. I'm moving out of the ship and fixing up a place. Gonna start finding a better food source than paste. Probably those glowing fuzzballs." He knew some people wouldn't like that but, well, survival came first and at the end of the day no matter how cute something was it was still food.

"Probably just start fixing up houses around where I settle for other folks to move in if they want. Make a little community even if it takes awhile." He shrugged. "It's what I know how to do and I ain't seen anyone else doin' it."

It struck the Exo as interesting that so many people had taken to living on the ships at first. He nodded as Cobb began to outline his plan of attack.

"Well, plenty of pickings. Some places are a little more cleared out than others, but if you need any hand with things." Beat. "-or decor. There's a great place for that. I think I spend too much time in there. It's probably worse because I know I don't have to pay money." Oh the piles of random odds and ends among dish and glassware that he'd scavenged from the old abandoned department store.

"Been wondering why no one's put a glownie on a spit yet. But then it seems like most of the people who've been here before us are from places where you don't have to hunt down and prep your own meals." Cute, yes, but if people were hurting for food he didn't see why no one had made use of the obvious. "The guy that used to own the diner before Tommy stepped up- I brought him some squirrel-things I caught out in the woods to trade for some of the drinks he'd been brewing to help start off the bar."

Getting a city on its feet wasn't a new thing for him, he just hadn't had to worry about doing something like that for centuries now. At least this city was more substantial, but there was a lot of work to be done. He knew where his talents lay, but save for the recent rush of spider-things, his gun wasn't largely required most of the time.

"Everyone's spread out," he said after gulping back the rest of his water. "Don't think people were thinking about community so much as claiming a space as their's. But fixing up more available places couldn't hurt."

"I was just about to go looking when we got snatched up and sent here. I know there are some nicer places to the west, I think." Cobb knew the information was rattling around in his brain but they weren't talking about details. It was just general ideas and the bigger picture.

He hadn't gone looking at the department store. Cobb barely had a chance to get comfortable on the planet before they left.

"If I can get the supplies, I could make some snares for those. We use 'em on scurriers back home which are about the same size. Shouldn't be hard to find it here." He waved a hand towards the windows. Core worlds were well supplied.

Cobb was a jack of all trades, master of none. "Yeah, well, if we're going to survive comfortably people are gonna have to start. Gotta pull together. So, I'll take the first steps and see who joins on them."

"Thing about Temba is that it seems you're always bound to find something new every time you explore the place. I think we're due for a good scouting out of areas once we get back."

Cayde considered what all would be needed for traps. Cobb was talking about good old-fashioned ones, not the trip-wire explodey sort. "More shopping!" he said cheerfully. Padding their wallets from a few card games was sounding more and more necessary.

"Best way to do things, really. Too many different mindsets and priorities- trying to talk it out as a group will just take forever." He was more the sort to do things over planning anyway.

"I think you're right about that." Cobb hoped there was a mostly intact house somewhere. He didn't need furniture, just a roof and four walls. He'd take electricity and running water if he could get it but if he couldn't that'd be fine.

He chuckles and tosses down a few credits for the food with a nice tip on top of it.

"Well, I admit I'm a little use to people listening to me when I give orders. I've been holding back because I know you're right. No one here is looking for a leader. But maybe... they're looking for someone who can help them survive." And that was one thing Cobb knew fairly well. He might as well try it when they got back. Leading by example was probably the best way to do it.

At least the water had been largely taken care of before they'd arrived, and Reeve and a few others had seen to getting more of Temba connected to the power grid. Fixing a few connections was by far easier when the hard part had already been handled.

"I figure it's easier giving strong suggestions," Cayde said as he pushed away from the table. "People are more inclined to listen." They were also more inclined to listen if they got something worthwhile out of it. Or maybe he was just thinking too much about the tasks he was used to sending Guardians out on since he was stuck at home. "But you're right. No one's looking for a leader. They just need a nudge here and there to remind 'em we're all in the same boat."

"Yeah, I started to figure that out." The chaos in the hangars really sealed it. These people all had their own ideas on how to live and how to spend their time. They didn't really want to unite.

If he started building a little village out where he could raise the glownies for food, the folks who wanted to be part of that would follow. Lead by example. And damn it, he hadn't worked hard to sleep on a bunk again.

Cobb stretched his arms over his head as he got up then drank the rest of his water as fast as he could. "But we'll see. Maybe with this trip and enough supplies people will start to think about building something. You never know."

Friend, let Cayde show you the wonders of Space IKEA. Surely there was a mattress in there that he hadn't jumped on yet.

The Exo picked up his helmet, turning it about with a sigh before he pushed back his hood to set the thing over his head. "We needed a good chance to resupply. I think it's a good kick in the right direction, especially after all the scrabbling around we've been doing ever since that storm." Hopefully their return to Agra 10 wouldn't be as eventful as the last time.

"Yeah, might be easier to recover if we all work together after the next one." Cobb hadn't been through one of these storms and hadn't seen the aftermath but... it bothered him that a big storm could roll through and folks wouldn't band together.

Like... didn't they see the benefits?

He really didn't have a good sense for many of these people. The ones he had talked with all seemed nice and reasonable. Seemed like they could be united. But they were just... sitting around.

The thought may have been unspoken, but Cayde picked up on those slight tells. He wasn't about to blame Cobb for whatever he might be thinking of them. The man hadn't been through one before, and the Hunter hoped sincerely that the next storm wouldn't bring with it the same pain as the last.

"We weren't ready for the last one," he said. "After that, I don't think I can blame anyone for taking some 'me' time to get their heads straight. But I think we'll be in a little better position to figure what we need to be doing come the next one." They had a slightly better baseline, not that it made things any more pleasant to look forward to, but they were still sticking it out.

"Yeah, folks mentioned it messed with people's minds. Something about faces in the storm." Which sounds awful, of course, but Cobb can't help the way he thinks about these situations.

He had lived his life in bad situations. In some of the worst, really. In his mind you put that away and kept going. He tried to be a little more understanding since he hadn't been through it but... well... he was a stubborn old dewback.

"I'm doin' the best I can not to judge too harshly."

"That's what they told me when I first came. You just saw people you knew, people who weren't around anymore. The storm I experienced wasn't only seeing them."

Cayde shook his head. He'd been through a lot, but that storm seemed to dig right into your head to pull out what it knew would hit the right buttons. If it was just a storm.

"That last one? You could hear 'em too. Anyone with you could. If they tried to hurt you you'd feel it, but there wouldn't be any actual damage. Wasn't just people either. If there's something that deep down bothered you, bad experience, uncertainties, that was what you ended up getting confronted by."

Sounded like Cobb's nightmares which happened often enough back home that they were almost familiar holovids watched and watched again.

"That's a weird storm. Doesn't sound natural." Cobb figured it wasn't but his only experience were sandstorms. Maybe some people had haunted storms. For all he knew it could be a natural occurrence.

Jedis could read minds and move things without touching them. Why not something like mind reading storms? He rubbed the back of his neck when he thought about some of the things he might be forced to relive.

"Guess we'll have to see what the weather's like when we get back. Ezra told me winter could happen." He shuddered. "Not ready for that."

"It's not. At least that's what some of us have come to suspect," Cayde said. "There's a lot more to it, and more questions than we've got answers to." And still a lot of it made no sense.

"That's a good point. Weather's been pretty fair- aside from the storms anyway. Not a fan of the cold?"

"My planet has two suns and is all desert. We don't have winter. It's only cold at night." Cobb's normal clothes are made for surviving the heat and harsh suns. This armor he's bought and the armor padding are the warmest and nicest things he's ever owned.

"I have no idea what it'll be like. Miserable, I think. I don't like the cold." Even Tembra's mild climate is too chilly for him. He really misses the dry heat of Tatooine.

"Yikes. Sounds like Mercury on overkill- with Mars' terrain." That explained a whole lot about the water fixation too.

"Not gonna lie, it is pretty miserable at its worst. The place us Exos were made? Nothing but ice and snow. Bray built his engineering base on one of the moons of one of the farthest planets out in the Sol System. Not a place to vacation at."

None of those planets sounded familiar and he couldn't really imagine them but at least Cayde wasn't skeptical about it. Too many people had questioned what he said about Tatooine.

"There are planets here that are like that. Somewhere in this galaxy." Cobb would pick endless desert over endless snow. "I've done some shopping for cold weather gear. Probably went overboard but I'd rather that then be unprepared."

And now he had nice changes of clothes too. Cobb was finally buying things for pleasure instead of just survival.

Sure a planet with two suns sounded like it was impossible for anything to live on, but that's what was supposed to be true of any of the other planets in the Sol System before the Traveler opened up so many avenues of opportunity. Of course it probably opened up a whole lot of trouble with it, but there was nothing to be done about that now.

"Huh. Sound plan," Cayde nodded. "The Agrii haven't really given us much of a guide about well...anything, really, so who knows what might happen."

"I'm not sure I'd trust a guide from them anyway. They don't seem that good at translating." Cobb thought about the binoculars that were so ridiculous instead of the simple set he had imagined. "I know those information points are useful but I think we'll learn a lot more working on our own."

That or Cobb had a deep distrust of the alien race that had kidnapped him. It could be either. It could easily be both.

"Do you feel cold?" he asked, knowing it was a rude question but well... he was curious.

It may not be the most reassuring reaction, but Cayde still can't help but laugh at that. "If that ain't the understatement of the year," he said, still chuckling.

He looked around, gesturing then towards the door if they were good to move on.

"I can feel...well, maybe sense is the better word for it. I can tell the temperature drops. Don't bother me as much as it does people with actual flesh and blood, but there's still levels of cold that can still do damage to someone like me."

Cobb nodded and headed towards the exit. Right back into the semi-crowded streets. He pulls the hood up on his cape and draws it around his shoulders. It's a little chilly.

"That's good, though, I mean. Still able to feel somethin'." Because Cobb wondered about that too. Could Cayde feel anything with his metal body? What a misery that would be.

He hooked a thumb on his belt. "Where you wanna go next, friend?"

As much of a hassle as he'd had with the whole droid business, Cayde knew he'd miss all this once they were due to return to Agra 10. It was as close to being back at the City than anything else they'd been to, even if it was thousands of times more busy.

"Yep," he agreed. Knowing one's limitations some way or another was important. He wasn't sure if being in touch with such things was a part of some side-effect with the Light or something Bray hadn't quite ironed out as he rolled out his robotic children. Either way, Cayde didn't care too much so long as he could still connect with the fact that he was more than just a metal frame with someone's brain plugged into it.

Enjoying the ambiance of life as chatter and the sound of speeders and footsteps surrounded them, he glanced over somewhat belatedly once he realized Cobb had asked him a question. "I'm game for anything," he said, the grin unseen but evident in his tone. He was still not crazy about the helmet deal. "Continue with the original plan and head back to the hangar? Or try to knock out some shopping for snare pieces or something?"

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:thumbs up: Cobb's not really hiding his expressions right now

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