♤ Time Flies By In the City of Light

[deal_me_in]

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?

Comments

[deal_me_in]

"Sounds like a no-nonsense kinda guy," Cayde chuckles. That trick seems like a surefire way to cut down on a lot of potentially long-winded incidents.

"Me? It was a work in progress. It is downright difficult trying to barhop when you can't even get inside, you know? And then when I do get in they don't want to serve me! What's the point??" He shrugs. "Anyway then this guy with tentacles for a face was laughing at me so I drank his drink and then one thing led to another..." he continues, gesturing vaguely.

[hadthehighground]

“Yes, he was. Yet he could be full of nonsense himself at times.” This said a bit fondly as he thought of his old master. As much as Qui-Gon had frustrated him, he had cared deeply for the man who had been like a father to him.

As Cayde went on with his story, well, it was easy to see what happened. “Yes, Quarren can be easily angered,” the Jedi says, able to guess the species of the being Cayde had gotten into a fight with.

“Droids are not always tolerated, especially in such places. They don’t eat or drink after all, so they take up valuable space without buying anything. And well, you happen to look like one, my friend. Try not to take it too personally.”

[deal_me_in]

The Exo rolls his eyes. "Didn't figure that's how things would go with droids. I mean, I can understand the mindset but that is still very annoying. And I did say I wanted to buy." He shakes his head.

"So what sort of droids do Jedi have? Do they gotta wear robes too?" That question had been tickling at the back of his mind ever since the conversation with the guard.

[hadthehighground]

The Exo is given a sympathetic look. It was an unfortunate side effect of the way he looked. Unfair and annoying for certain, but such stubborn types are not easily made to change their mind.

“No it’s not like that. We have droids for varying tasks like any other place here. Medical droids, analysis droids, technical droids, astromech droids. Just about anything you can think of really. They’re not much different than any other. That guard simply didn’t know what he was talking about.”

[deal_me_in]

Cayde nods with all the attention of one taking detailed notes, not that he's actually doing so. "Eh, figured. I think he was just glad to get me out of his hair." Or would have been if the Exo hadn't accidentally complicated things.

"Err....thanks for coming over, by the way," he says, supposing some gratitude is in order. "How'd you know I was there anyway? Someone call and say there's a weird droid wearing clothes, he's probably with that strange group you came in with?"

[hadthehighground]

“Actually yes, something to that effect.” He gives the Exo a little amused smirk. “You do stand out you know.” More then a little. Even on this diverse planet Cayde looked a bit alien.

“Though I realize now I should have warned you when we arrived. I apologize for failing to do so.”

[deal_me_in]

Even Cayde has to smirk at that. There's perhaps some twisted sense of pride in knowing that even in a place where the entire planet is a city, he can still stand out somehow. He's not even terribly upset about the reasons for it, although that doesn't mean he's still not bothered by it.

"Eh, you probably had other things on your mind. It doesn't strike me as a common occurrence that the Agrii give us a chance to go anywhere relatively familiar to anyone, even if it happens to be so far back in the past." There's that Agrii curveball he's come to expect. There always seems to be a catch when it comes to those guys.

[hadthehighground]

"I think you're right. This was certainly something I never expected." While it was true that he had been plenty distracted and overwhelmed, he still laments that he hadn't said anything. But there's nothing to be done about it now. The Exo will at least be prepared for it now.

"You should be careful though. I can't guarantee I'll be able to get you out again. I may be a Jedi but there's a limit to things even I can do." Plus if word gets around enough they might find more creative ways to detain Cayde, and not exactly pleasant ones either.

[deal_me_in]

The advice is appreciated, belated as it is, but Cayde's not ignoring the knowledge of someone who's more familiar with a territory than himself. "Got it." It's as close a promise as he can make, but he's sure he can handle himself. He may not have Force powers but he does have some other tricks up his sleeve, and the key was not to let people know what you were capable of.

Not that he intends to spend his time around as a subservient droid.

[hadthehighground]

"Good," Obi-Wan says with an approving nod as Cayde seemed to be taking this seriously. "Take care of yourself then, and if you need anything, you know how to contact me." The Jedi then paused as they stepped out onto the street.

"Oh, and keep that restraining bolt with you. It might be useful." Not that he expected Cayde to be a subservient droid, but even so, you never know.

[deal_me_in]

"Right. If I need anyone convinced about something or another, I will call you right up." He's joking. Probably.

Cayde pauses and makes a bit of a face as he looks at the restraining bolt he'd had in his pocket. "Eyew. How's this thing supposed to work anyway? They stuck it on me and it tingled a little so I popped it off when they weren't looking."

[hadthehighground]

Obi-Wan gives the Exo a look. "Or perhaps I could use it on you?" You still have a brain Cayde! Which means it's fair game too! He's joking of course. Probably.

"They're essentially used to limit a droids function. Particularly if they are being unruly. It will only allow the droid to do what its master wants it to do. Think of it as handcuffs for a person."

[deal_me_in]

With that counter Cayde could only laugh, pointing a finger at the Jedi in that playful sort of 'Oh, you' way. He walked right into that, he won't deny it.

He squints at the restraining bolt with newfound dislike as Obi-Wan explains its function. "I think I'd prefer handcuffs," he mutters. You could still do plenty around handcuffs. He stuffs the bolt back into his pocket. "Do they expect me to beep-boop or something too?"

[hadthehighground]

"You could likely break through handcuffs," Obi-Wan pointed out. Though he really didn't blame him. Obi-Wan wouldn't like it much either. As far as he's concerned a restraining bolt would be a last resort.

The Jedi then chuckles at that. "Some droids do that. It's binary, which is their language. But many droids speak Basic as well. You could probably pass as a protocol droid if you toned down the sass a bit."

[deal_me_in]

"Uh, yeah, that's the point," Cayde says, smirking. "But I guess that's obvious enough that they wouldn't." Oh well, at least he knows the bolts can't hurt him.

The look he gives Obi-Wan at that advice clearly suggests the Jedi's just said something crazy. "Not my sass!"

[hadthehighground]

“As charming as it is, I think your mouth will get you in trouble more than anything, on top of looking like a droid.”

Obi-Wan can appreciate some good sass when the situation calls for it! Though Cayde does seem to have some difficulty knowing when hrs helpful and when it’s not.

[deal_me_in]

Cayde sets a hand on his chest, blinking innocently- and of course looking exactly the opposite. "Hear that Sundance? He says I'm charming." Of course that's going to be his takeaway on this.

And who says he doesn't know what he's doing? -wait don't answer that.

[hadthehighground]

Obi-Wan tries not to look amused at that, though it's not entirely successful and he just shakes his head.

"Anyway, be careful. Unless there's anything you else you need, I'll be returning to the Jedi Temple."

[deal_me_in]

With that roguish smile he manages to somehow pull off with that metal face of his, Cayde chalks that up as a win as he watches the Jedi shake his head then. He nods.

"Alrighty. I think we're good. You go on and skedaddle then. We'll see you around."

[hadthehighground]

"Very well. May the Force be with you."

And with that, Obi-Wan turns and heads off in another direction, going back to where he had parked the speeder he had used in order to get here.