milliways_bar | Happy New All Skate!

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Happy New All Skate!

"You know what, let's have a party."

Dinah threw her platinum card (thanks, Oracle) on the Bar and as a result there is free flowing champagne for everyone whose culture, age and religion permits champagne - and top quality soft alternatives for the rest. There are bar snacks doing the rounds around the tables, and delicate winter flower arrangements on each surface.

And most importantly, on the TV screen is a lot of dancing, a giant countdown, and a big ball ready to drop.

...and when the ball drops, something happens.

Welcome to another Milliways All-Skate!
All welcome - yes, that means all. Whether they're retired, deleted, AU, original or already being played by someone else, bring 'em along.

Usual all-skate rules apply:
1. Everyone's stressed out of their mind right now, so have fun!
2. Communication is key.
3. Gratuitous behaviour (either of a violent or sexual nature) will not be tolerated in the bar proper. Take that to an OOM, and then Content Warning the hell out of it before you link it.
4. Much like Vegas, what happens in All Skates, stays in All Skates (in most cases)
5. Please don't be a dick.

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The grin and radiating relaxing is a surprise and Charles grins back since the man approaching is cute. Charles doesn't recognize the outfit but it really works and looks comfortable, "Happy New Year."

"Is that what this is? New Year?"

Warlock doesn't so much flag down a waitrat as let it be known, generally, that Charles doesn't have a drink, and one brings it to him.

"Earth years, right?"

Charles smiles at the drink and gives Warlock and nods a thanks, "Yes, for once here and my side of the door line up, but I think this is a better party. I'm Charles."

"Warlock," says he, leaning against the wall to talk. "No such party on my side, but at least I only came in from the temple, prpeared for anything."

"Temple of what? Good to be prepared,"

The robes remind Charles a little of pictures he's seen from India.

"The Jedi Temple on Coruscant."

Warlock tilts his head, getting a feeling of recognition, but not much beyond that. But as he's pretty sure he's talking to a fellow here, he asks: "where have you seen them before?"

None of that means anything to Charles but he notices that thought of him being a fellow something, "I've never heard of that. Your clothing reminds me of pictures I've seen of places in India and Nepal in my own world."

Then he takes a breath, this is still a strange thing to say aloud, "Are you a telepath too?"

Warlock gives him a blank look. "That word didn't translate," he says, which is odd, but languages are definitely something Force sensitivity helps you cheat at.

"I'm a Jedi," which he appreciates also doesn't translate. "I, er, I can sense the shape of your thoughts. Feelings are stronger."

"The shape of thoughts not specifics like words and images? I get both. A Jedi, are there a lot of you in your world?"

There must be if they have a temple unless its a small one and they're hiding out from the world like the stories of the monks in the Himalayas.

"Only a few thousand."

Which isn't many if you have literally millions of brothers.

"I think some mmasters can do that? I'm not really gifted at that side of it. I'm better at moving stuff."

"A few thousand and can they all do the same? I can't do that. I've tried,"

And it never works, it would be so useful, but to think of thousands of people who can also read minds. He could learn so much.

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"Well, everyone's got different strengths and talents, but it's all the Force," Warlock explains.

Realising that's going to raise more questions than it answers, he drops his habitual sheild enough to offer a thought out to Charles, Can you feel me do this?

He reaches out a hand to the nearest table and summons a plate of onion rings, which he then offers over.

Charles answers back, lowering the top level of his shields, Yes, I can.

When Warlock summons the onion rings, Charles grins while he takes one, "Thanks."

"It's all the same thing," Warlock repeats out loud. "Sometimes people are just more senstive to it than others. I'm the only one of my brothers, who can do it, for example."

"Do you have a lot of brothers? Can they do other things? Are they also connected to the Force?"

That could be something like what allows Charles to read minds and Raven to shapeshift. He knows there's new science in the world, but Warlock's also clearly from somewhere else with different rules. Though they might be similar enough to be helpful.

"Yes, sort of, and everyone's connected to the Force," says Warlock. "But no they're not sensitive like me.

"Do you know what a clone is?"

It's always a good place to start.

"Yes, an exact replica created by copying genetic material. I know there are some plants that clone themselves but I don't think my world has the science to create clones yet. There's still too much we don't know about genetics,"

Charles wants to ask more about the Force but he also wants to know about clones, that at least has as scientific bases that he understands.

"Okay, well, I'm a clone."

He gives Charles a thought again, the mental image of thousands of exact replicas of Warlock, first back on Kamino where they're all the same age, then a snapshot of ranks of full grown men in identical helmets, seen from a vantage point of above in a transport ship.

"But I'm the only one who's also a Jedi."

Charles reaches for a chair and sits at that image of all those clones and in helmets. It makes him think of newsreels from D-Day but the scale seems greater, "Are you at war?"

Warlock is surprised - when war is literally all you know you forget it can have that effect.

"Yeah," he says. "That's why I was made."

"How long has the war been going on? Who made you? A war ended in my world about ten years ago,"

And then before that there was the Great War, both of them left a lot of scars and pain.

"Two years," says Warlock, "and the Kaminoans, who were commissioned by the Galactic Republic.

"And yeah, I wasn't made two years ago. It was just expected that a war was coming and the clones would be needed."

Charles takes a drink as he thinks about all of that, "Who are you fighting?"

"The Separatists," sasy Warlock. "Who tried to break the Republic apart - but it's more than that. They're led by dark Force users - we call them Sith."

Again, because it's easier to show than explain, he offers an image of Asajj Ventress, two red lightsabers flashing, in a duel in which Warlock was luckily to escape with his life.

He startles and the focuses on the image of that fight, "Do they choose to be Dark?"

Charles sees his telepathy as part of him, the Force seems to work another way.

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