thefinaljedi | 1st Transmission, A Skywalker sprouts wings [Action, Voice]

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1st Transmission, A Skywalker sprouts wings [Action, Voice]

Action
[Sometime around midday, not too far from the road, Luke Skywalker finds himself sprawled face-down and shirtless in the grass. It's colder than he remembers it being when he went to sleep, and the ground is wet. With a grunt, the Jedi pushes himself up, surprised to feel an awkward burning sensation in the middle of his back.]

"Geez, where in blazes am I? Artoo, where are we?"

[No answer, naturally]

"Artoo? Oh great...why do I have the feeling that I'm not on Corellia anymore?"

[Luke stands up, his foot brushing against a strange, leatherbound book.]

"Oh hello, whats this?"

[Picking it up, Luke begins thumbing through it, seeking some sort of answers. Upon finding the guide, Luke spends a fair bit of time pouring over it, attempting to digest his situation before slowly beginning to make his way into town, feeling out with the Force]

Voice
[Luke's feeling a bit better, having recovered his clothes and lightsaber, so he begins to address the voice recorder. He takes a very calm, casual tone until he addresses the Malnosso, his voice gaining to an authoritative, icy edge.]

Good afternoon, anyone who may be listening to this. My name is Luke Skywalker, and it appears that I've been...brought here to stay for a time. I'm not sure if thats the right way to word it, but as I am unfamiliar with the local customs, please forgive me. If anyone has seen a small blue astromech droid wandering around, please let me know. Also, if any of the...Malnosso are listening, I'd like some sort of explanation on your reasoning for bringing me here.

(ooc: Feel free to post anywhere, in town, in the woods, wherever.)

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[His voice has more of a sadness to it, making it plain she's more than he's telling]
A friend. A dear, dear friend who went missing a few months ago. Also one of the greatest warriors of my time.

[Aaaaaand Jack will not be one to press this issue, not with the tragical cloud that has suddenly sprung up to overshadow it.]

...So in other words, it's a fine and splendid and fitting name. Now, about your Artoo. Is he from Mangalore?

No no, Artoo is a robot. And...I think he was made on Corellia or something. I'm not sure what Mangalore is either.

A "robot"? A metal man, then? [Perhaps he was manufactured in Mangalore.] It's a place, mate, near where I'm from. Oooor actually near where my mother hailed from, but I suppose that's all one and the same.

We've got them here, too, you know. Metal men. "Droids." Horrible buggers.

Artoo isn't exactly a man. He's about a meter tall, cylindrical, with a domed top. He roles around on three wheels.

I've heard about these metal men. What are they like? Are they hostile?

Tall, and...manly. Made of metal. [A verbal shrug.] They're terribly hostile if the Malnosso want to abduct you for their wicked experiments. They're not so bad if they're serving as support on draft missions---mostly then they'll ignore you, I suppose. But if they want you, there's no escaping them.

[On the last draft, the droids had simply guarded the cargo. They hadn't even responded to any of the living passengers on the ship.]

Drafts? Like conscriptions?

The very same! Conscripted, us! Regularly! Not-volunteer-based, not at all.

What sort of tasks are we to be pressganged into?

It...I can't tell the future, mate. We've had all sorts, in the past. I've sabotaged enemy equipment, sailed a scouting ship, protected noncombatants. Killed my fair share of Third Party fighters.

[Been killed himself.]

We never know til just before we're sent.

Ahh, the "Third Party" I read about. Sorry, I was just curious about what had happened in the past.

Tell you what, mate: you go into Good Spirits on any given night and buy a round----oooor, wait; there's no money here. Nevermind that---you go into Good Spirits on any given night, you'll find other locals who will gladly share tales about the wars. It's as good a place as any to listen and find out what you need to know.

Wars...well...I've had my fair share. I'm just curious about the mess I've apparently gotten myself into.

[I got a bad feeling about this...]

And for good reason, lad. The thing to remember about this place is to expect nearly anything. Then you're never quite caught out in desperate times.

Well that, hopefully, won't be a problem. I feel the Force here, and its never let me down before.

....The Force?

[Jack is HIGHLY INTERESTED in this Force you speak of, Luke.]

[What has he gotten himself into! OH dear!]

The Force is...well...its the source of a Jedi's power. And I'm a Jedi. Its an energy field produced by all life, it links and binds the universe together, and can be manipulated by training.

I think...possibly......."A Better Man in Seven Days" diagrams your Force, though they've labeled it "active positivity."

[Luke laughs, Actually laughs.]

Something like that. But a bit more. The Force can actually affect physical things.

[and Luke decides to be a smartass, stretching out with his mind to find Jack, and give him the mental tap on the shoulder that signals mental communication. Should the pirate accept the charges...]

The Force lets me talk to you without talking, my good pirate

[As the voice of the Jedi speaks in Jack's brain, he catches his breath; every muscle in his body tightens. It's like the Fetches again, but with someone else. And suddenly, Jack Sparrow is very afraid indeed of a person who can wield the Force, and if he could remember his children, would be quite happy at his decision to suppress them.

After a few moments he is able to speak:]

That's. Marvelous. Highly. Clever.

[Luke releases his hold, DEFINITELY feeling that Jack did NOT like that]

Sorry Jack. I couldn't resist. I can't even do that unless you let me in though. I can only talk to you, thats all. Its nothing so sinister. Just like these journals, but only you and I can hear it.

No---no no no no, it's FINE. I just weren't expecting...quite that much voiceness. Here, wait----do me again. It. Do it again.

[Luke ascents, tap tap tapping on Jack's chamber door.]

You can talk back to me in your head if you like Jack

Can you hear me? Right, a test: what sort of fish am I thinking at you? HALIBUT.

A halibut. Is that a fish? Also, you don't have to think so hard, thats like shouting. See, this isn't so freaky, once you get used to it.

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