Pre-canon OOM, Chapter 12: After The Fight

[galen_erso]

[[Previously:  Huzzah for making plans! Which are going to be happening more and more in the few remaining chapters.]]

 

[[Things on Eadu get tense and tempers flare when another cargo pilot calls Bodhi out.]

 

Cleaned-up prose version on AO3

Original raw threads

 

 

[[tinytags: bodhi rook, galen erso -- warnings for injuries, food and sex.]]

A one-time special preview...

[forceimbalance]

The cantina has been in full swing for some hours by the time the Door ripples a little. It doesn’t so much as open as give a phantom, somewhat glowing image of opening, and there is a flicker of blue on the other side ever so briefly. A moment later, a man more or less materializes out of thin air with a visible flinch, dressed in what are a very obvious darker variant on Jedi robes, cloak and all. (At least they aren’t black.) His face would look surprisingly young, but for the scarring of healed wounds and streaks of grey in his brown hair; as it is, he could be in his late forties. He’s frowning down at his hands as he flexes the right one experimentally.

Actual, real, flesh-and-bones limbs inside Milliways are still disconcerting, for so many reasons.

The sound of the band makes him look up, startled, and promptly glare at his surroundings. As he sighs explosively and begins to stalk past them towards the Bar, the music shifts into a different tune. He turns his bright blue eyes on them in absolute bewilderment and incredulity. As he raises his eyebrows at them, knowing only that this has something to do with him, the band goes very briefly silent—and then breaks into an even jauntier playing of the theme.

Anakin Skywalker just shakes his head and continues his stalk towards the Bar to get himself a drink, taking in the sight of the mock-weapons and the games as he moves. His eyes linger on the banners in obvious confusion. "You," he tells the Bar, "have absolutely no taste. This place? Really?" In response, the Bar just pops up a Rebellion napkin with a little smiley face drawn on it, making him snort.

The band eventually returns to its usual fare. As for the man himself, Anakin can be found throughout the day, sometimes at the Bar or in a booth in a corner, poking at the food and piece of cake waitrats have helpfully provided him with. Sometimes he might be found near the flight pad, peering around the ships with a critical eye, sometimes with expressions of fond reminiscence. Sometimes he's even lingering around the race track, eyeing the vehicles thoughtfully and with an expression of longing, like he's not entirely sure he's allowed to play.

And for a while--maybe even a very long while--he is out at the sparring grounds, cloak tossed carelessly on a bench to the side, a bright blue blade tracing abstract patterns in the air as he steps through lightsaber kata with deadly grace. He might be just a little bit dead, but hey, there’s no point in getting out of shape, right?

[OOC: Just be glad it isn't Vader, y'all. I was tempted.]

[ooc edit: oh yeah probably all the spoilers for tfa on that first thread whoops]

First Entrance

[galen_erso]

It had rained on Eadu, as it mostly did; but then, it had rained ships and fire and death and blood, and Galen couldn't get up, or out of the rain.

But then, Jyn was there --Jyn, his little Stardust, all grown up and full of questions, and she was here, with him, and he had so much to tell her...

And then, suddenly, a cantina.

A cantina, common as the dry dust of Jedha or Tatooine, and Galen is standing at the door, and nobody minds him the way they do in cantinas, and if there had been water or soot or blood on his uniform, it's now gone, and he feels -- normal. Unharmed.

Except that he isn't where he used to be. Ought to be.

Milliways, have one Imperial scientist, slightly scruffy, in a tidy uniform, and newly dead.


[[tinytags: galen erso. warnings for violence, character death and spoilers for Rogue One on all threads. open for the entire long weekend. all other threads millitimed to before the one with Chirrut and Baze.]]

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[just_cant_lose]

 
So. This is...pretty awesome. Far more fun than dealing with an old manuscript, which is what Jim had thought he'd be doing next time he found this place. He blinks at the decor for a second, then goes to investigate.

Ten minutes later, he has a lightsaber (red, natch) in one hand, and piece of cake in the other. He examines the games on one table, and plays around with them for a bit. But there are other things, so he heads outside and whooshes around with the lightsaber for a while spends half an hour climbing over the ships on display. But there's a flight simulator! And actual pod-racers!

The racers get the first go, because he has a feeling he won't be getting out of the simulator once he's in it. And it's a beautiful day, made even more so by zipping around the place in a Star Wars pod. Excellent fun!


[OOC: open through the weekend. Catch him anywhere around the place, playing with whatever. <3]
[Tiny!tag: galen erso]

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[iprotectyou]

Baze has decided that he doesn't like sand. It's coarse and rough and irritating and it gets everywhere. Even the texture between his teeth is gritty when he tastes it, and the taste itself is far too salty. Far better are the strange, brown beans he found fermenting in little stashes, which he snacks on every time he finds a new one. They're terribly bitter, but they remind him of caf.

The beach is, however, beautiful to look upon, and--most importantly--it's warm. Baze has never been so warm, having grown up on a moon with a permanent winter. He graciously allows the Caribbean sun to bake him alive.

Or dead, as the case may be. Still.

He's shed his armor, a rare occurrence that he hopes becomes less rare with time, and goes to test the water with his bare feet. He's never seen so much water, either, or so blue a color. It's almost overwhelming, how he can't see to the bottom.

This place is full of marvels, this Milliways bar. Baze hopes he never leaves.

(OOC: Chirrut may pop into any and all threads. Millitimed to before the Galen Erso EP. Warnings for scary stuff in the end of the Ibani thread, with discussions of death and child cruelty. Tiny tags: Baze Malbus, Chirrut Imwe)

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[mogget_cat]

Yrael doesn't quite understand the change that has come over Milliways. The decor is different, and the music includes the kind of jaunty earworms he tries to avoid. But the changes don't bother him much. There are strange new ships and unfamiliar technology to investigate but not get too close to in case they decide to suddenly stop working.

That sometimes happens, after all.

Right now, the figure of a pale, white-haired man dressed in white can be seen outside, barefoot upon the grass, wielding a lightsaber as green as his eyes which has so far resisted any deteriorating effects of close proximity to Free Magic.

Yrael has never fought with a sword of any kind, and perhaps it shows, but he has seen it done and is generally a quick study. It doesn't hurt that the bright toy makes satisfying vrrrm wrrrrrm noises as he swings it this way and that.

Galactic Bartending!

[littledroidthatcould]

R2-D2 looks rather more worn than the last time he was seen around Milliways, with scratches and mild dents and the look of a droid who could use a good oil bath, but certainly as active and processing just as swiftly as he rolls in and up to the Bar, beeping a curious greeting at it. A datastick materializes, which he retrieves and examines. After some extremely grumpy beeping—and a quick session plugged into a datapad—he rocks a little as he beeps his acknowledgment and rolls away.

He is on a mission, you see.

It doesn’t take him long to locate Anakin buried in a corner booth, sulkily nursing a drink he hoped he’d never see again. Anakin smiles down at the droid and lays a fond hand on the dome. “Hello, old friend,” he begins.

Beep BEEP bip boop whrrrr! Bip-whrrr beeep BIP beep BOOP.

“What? No. Have your circuits finally just burned themselves out?”

Whrrrr-ip eep whrrrr, R2 rocks emphatically. Boo-eep boo-whrrr.

“I said no, you rusty, deluded—”

BEEP BEEP.

Anakin glares. “It would be a favor, you understand me?”

Bee-oop whrrr bip bop-whrrr-ip. Boop bee-ip whrrrr-rrr-ip boo-ip beep? Boo-whrrr BEEP. Beep whrrr-bip oop beep whrr.

“How has no one scrapped you yet?”

Boo-EEP bip whrrr boop.

Happy Hour
HOUSE SPECIAL, price approximately .33333 standard value
Jedi or Sith
Mai TIE Fighter or Millenium Falcon
Stormtrooper
Blue Milk Cocktail - no bantha milk present, non-alcoholic output upon request
Bantha milk (non-alcoholic)

Check datapads for more featured output options. Non-organics, communicate with bartender for special requirements. Standard alcoholic and non-alcoholic items also available.

If the bartender chooses, drink price set to 0. All other featured drink prices set to .5 standard values.

After a great deal of swearing and arguing in both Binary and Galactic Standard setting up the projector, R2-D2 makes his way briskly along the Bar, a tray attachment on his head upon which drinks can be placed or retrieved from, beeping at everyone as they come up and sending orders back to the mixing and food station. (A sulky, swearing organic is stuck back there doing all the work that requires hands.) The datapads offer information on contents of the specials and other themed and non-themed options freely.

For drinks for which it is appropriate, there are also Tiki shaped like various species and important people in the galaxy. (There are no Vader or Jabba-shaped ones. There may coincidentally be lots of broken bits of black and green around Anakin’s feet.)

The massive Jogan fruit cake at the Bar mysteriously replenished itself just before the shift began, but until it ends: first come first serve, don’t let it disappear!

[[ooc: we will have a couple hour interruption taking a brief break to practice martial arts and we're back, but everyone, threadhop! Socialize! Celebrate together! And oh yeah, check out those drink links, there are some truly hilarious and awesome Star Wars mixed drinks out there. Open forever!]]

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[runningred]

Jay comes down to the bar and is suddenly dressed in his favourite scoundrel's outfit. He bounces to the bar, where he's presented with a napkin and a cart full of part.

Jay grins and vanishes down to the garage with the cart. He returns an hour later with a cart full of plastic blasters with hoppers on top, safety googles and a bunch of gloves.

He tacks a sign to the noticeboard.

Blaster paintball with 'Force push' glove shields.
Milliscouts welcome. We'll come up with a badge for it later.

Jay sets up an arena out near the beach with a bunch of obstacles and targets.

Come down and play!

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[idontneedluck]

(Not-at-all-OOM:

Relax, Captain. We've been in worse cages than this one.

AKA: Visiting post for two Jedhan boys after curb-stomping Galen.)