♤ Time Flies By In the City of Light

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WHO: Cayde-6 and the more or less responsible
WHERE: Lower levels of Coruscant, space jail, the works oh wait that's actually a place
WHAT: Being a tourist, getting insulted, and trying to make a profit
WHEN: Earlier part of event-trip
WARNINGS: N/A Will update as needs be. Also SORRY THIS IS SO LONG but I gave options...
NOTES: Feel free to pose in preferred style, will match! Also if you want to play out a combination of things or lead in from one to another, etc., totally open to anything.


"I have a good feeling about this place."

It hadn't been all that long ago that Cayde had said those fateful words, had it? And really, compared to the previous planets and places they'd had to visit, this giant city-world looked most promising.

By now he's put together their strange Agrii-directive, but then figuring out who all of their group came from this neck of space wasn't too difficult. A strange number indeed. Did that mean that a potential next stop would be Earth? They have a good number from there, but it'd be a toss-up as to which. And as much as he'd love to show people around home, he hopes his Sol System isn't on the list. That's however neither here nor now, and there's plenty of things to draw his attention from lingering on such thoughts.

"...we are going to get so lost," he says decisively as he takes in the stream of traffic flying between platforms and citywalks, and yet somehow he sounds chipper all the same. Stepping over to the nearby railing, he looks down and down some more, eyeing the levels of lights and transports that actually make their way below. Beaming, he looks up at Sundance. "So lost."


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A. Sightseeing
♠️ With so much shiny city to explore, can anyone blame the Exo for heading off without much warning? He figures if anyone needs him, he's got his tablet. There isn't too much that interests him in the upper echelons of the city, save for plenty of high places to get a nice view, and he'd already been yelled at for being on someone's roof. The strange if not concerned looks that follow him wherever he goes thereafter are for the most part ignored, if only because he's figured it's not unlike the usual response he gets from newbies back in Temba.

♠️ It doesn't take him long to worm his way to the lower levels. It stands to reason that anything he might find interesting would be in the undercity, the gambling dens, the black market, those willing to bend a few rules. Also food that wasn't overpriced. Unfortunately it hasn't hit him just how differently people of the mechanical variety are viewed and treated around here. Then again, there aren't any models that compare to him, much less wear clothing and openly carry a weapon around.

♠️ There are those who watch him pass with caution, some with outright disdain, but then there are others who watch with all too much interest, tailing at a distance...

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B. Fud
♠️ "Whaddya mean 'where's my owner?'" Cayde snorts, looking incredulously at the man who's apparently barred him entrance. He's by a diner of sorts, scowling at a confused employee who's barring his way in. "Look, I just flew in and wanted to sample some of this city-planet's fine cuisine. Now, I do realize I could take my business elsewhere, but just because food's expensive doesn't mean it tastes any better, and this here looks like it's been here a while, so clearly there must be something good going on here."

By the looks of the man at the door, he's still trying to work out what the metal fellow is saying to him, or maybe wondering if the metal fellow has a few crossed wires as he casts a look around for some help. Droids usually aren't so insistent about wanting to...eat??

♠️ Alternatively there are plenty of bars and clubs with fetching neon signs that make the Exo a tad envious. "I need one of those," he insists. "But I guess for now I'll settle on trying the drinks." The bartender within shoots him a disdainful look as some sort of alarm light triggers by the door. "We don't serve droids," he says, his tone clearly suggesting that said droid should know this. Then he almost falls over when Cayde looks over his shoulder, because clearly he's not the one being addressed!

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C. I Fought the Law
For some reason or another, the Guardian finds himself in a cell. Maybe he's got company, maybe he's its sole occupant- maybe his company's familiar! But in any case, he seems to be taking it rather well, lounging on the thin panel that makes up a pallet, arms folded behind his head. Who knows why he's in here. A fight? Unruly behavior? Rogue droid, wha-?

♠️ He doesn't particularly expect any help- it's a big city! But then word does travel fast, especially talk about some weird droid with clothes on. It's fine if he doesn't get a hand, he's taking this in as part of the city experience. He'll leave when he gets bored, or if his pals don't share the same interest in experience as him.

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D. Beating Up Baddies For Fun and Profit
Oh, you know how it goes, you run into some bad company, or just happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time and witness things certain parties wish you hadn't. That sort of thing happens often down in the lower levels, and between the turf wars and the general violent tendencies of those who have come to consider Coruscant's underbelly as their domain, it would be amazing if you didn't run into some trouble of some kind.

♠️ Cayde? He can't help it if people leave their caches in such obvious places. They're just asking to be picked up by some enterprising Exo. The previous owners beg to differ, and they're not having a fancy droid make off with their hard-gained artillery.

♠️ There are also people down here fighting to protect those who eke out a living in unfortunately violent territories. With gangs like the Black Sun making trouble, groups like the Justicars are open to recruiting anyone willing to risk their necks for some extra credits and equipment if they'll run an errand or two, or help put down some trouble-making gang cells. Care to join the Exo on a mini-strike?

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He may as well add to the effort. There are plenty of weapons and no one to use them. Plus it would be no good if some other gang members got their hands on everything.

"Vibroblade," Echo calls out, lifting a pistol from to inspect it. As he turns the body over, he also finds a few thermal detonators on the bandolier. "There might be. These guys were armed to the teeth."

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By then the Exo's found a couple more, pocketing credits as he goes. He looks over just as Echo holds up the explosive-laden bandolier. "-are those what I think they are? Although I vaguely remember one being tossed at us so I guess there's not much thought to it."

He makes a beeline over towards the clone, fingers flexing before he pauses, realizing that he can perhaps find more. "It will be so nice to have actual grenades. Don't get me wrong, molotov cocktails have a nice flare to them but they lack the oomph."

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"I almost forgot how bad they were until that moment," the ARC Trooper confirms, almost reminiscing as looks to see Cayde still buzzing around. If the Exo finds some more bandoliers, then he'll wear the one he's acquired. "Well, we didn't have much of a choice with the cocktails but they were useful where it counted."

Of course, live flaming spiders could have been avoided with a good blast. Live and learn.

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As though on cue, Cayde holds up a couple of bandoliers with a few thermal detonators attached. He slings over his head and hops over to drape the other over Echo's like he's awarding a medal. While he's at it he passes over a sheathed vibroblade from his belt, giving the clone a glimpse of several more he's somehow tucked there under the ragged cloak of his.

"I mean, they did the job. Not very aerodynamic though. Also better for immediate reaction than timing." He picks up a few guns, slinging one over a shoulder. "...I guess we have to leave the rest. We can tell 'em to come collect before anyone else does."

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More bandoliers for the win! Echo just accepts it without making a fuss, now draped with thermal detonators. He does raise a brow at all the vibroblades Cayde has on his person, but he doesn't argue if it means less vibroblades for the gangs out here.

"Looks like," he agrees, picking up a blaster carbine after pocketing a few power cells and some cartridges. "I think we're pretty much done here as it is."

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As done as they can be. Cayde would have been much more thorough if he could just transmat things. A few charges in his pockets, some new additions to a subtly growing arsenal- he figures it's a good day.

"Anyway, we're still here a while. Plenty of time to take on any new jobs if they need it," he says, the suggestion of amassing more to their collection left unsaid but largely implied.

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He had almost forgotten they weren't leaving any time soon. "That's good. It'll keep us busy between whatever else is on the itinerary." Which means he's fine with trying to stock up where they can't fill on normal shopping trips.

Also, taking a break is sounding more and more like a good idea. "Drinks on me," Echo offers, hefting his portion of acquired spoils while step-limping in the direction they first came from.

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"Woo!" Cayde cheers, pumping a fist and blaster in the air at that. He falls in beside Echo, keeping on the alert as they make their way back to the speeder pick-up.

Reminds him of the good ol' days.