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riverviewlogs2017-06-03 10:33 pm
doandordie) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-06-03 10:33 pm
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who: Cassian Andor + ?
what: Cassian gets a feel for his new surroundings
when: June
where: The River & The Portal
warnings: Discussion of injuries.
notes: I am fine with brackets or prose replies in whatever tense suits you.
I. The River
[He had started his exploration on one of the inhabited banks of the river, following the shoreline at a slow pace. His ribs were still heavily bruised, and though they had released him from the hospital, they had recommended he return to his new housing and rest.
Rest wasn't something Cassian found easy, especially not when his mind was restless with possibilities and impossibilities alike.
He was searching the banks for signs of a ship stowed in bushes or behind buildings. A small jumper, perhaps, or a shuttle. Anything he could hi-jack so he could get up out of atmosphere and get his bearings better.
There was nothing, of course, but that hadn't stopped him yet. He had kept the change of clothes offered but shrugged his jacket on, through one arm and over the sling of the other, letting that side hang loose.
They had done a good job patching him up from his fall and the blaster shot he had taken, but the injuries were still healing and raw. He was in no condition to be out straining himself, his feet slipping left and right on wet rocks or sinking into the sand.
He had only been walking for ten minutes before he had to stop, breathing heavier than the short exertion should have forced him to, and resting his hand on a rock to keep steady.]
II. The Portal
[The overgrown landing in front of reality 5561A's contained Portal is almost as beautiful as it is ruined. The overgrowth and platform that stretch out in front of it gives the whole thing a feel like an ancient, lost civilization. It had taken much of his limited energy to reach the top of the steps, and once there he was left gazing at its surface from a safe distance. He knew better than to attempt to return through it, thanks to the city's helpful orientation. Even if he could have, Cassian doubted he would. The portal had ripped him away from Scarif just seconds before his death, and he was well aware of what had been waiting for him. He couldn't be sure how much of Scarif would be left, even if he did make it back.
He just knew there would be nothing left there for him.
But the portal itself was a technology unlike any he had experienced, and Cassian was drawn to the mystery of it, the unknowns behind it tugging at his mind the way loose threads of information always had.
He wasn't the only one drawn back to it, however. With a glance over toward his companion in what he assumed must be curiosity, he nodded his head toward the portal.]
Have you ever been here when something came through it?
III. The River
[A few hours later, Cassian is back down by the river, this time by the edge of the laser wall where the river leaves the quarantine and meanders down to the abandoned area. Determined though he had been to explore, he is aware of his limits. He needs to be in at least slightly better condition before he risks the moon's surface beyond the protective walls.
The sound of movement behind him startles him out of his observations. He turns too fast, taking in a sharp breath at the spike of pain the sudden shift causes. His fingers tighten on the blaster tucked under his jacket and he straightens, ignoring the pain to give the appearance of stability.]
Who's there?
what: Cassian gets a feel for his new surroundings
when: June
where: The River & The Portal
warnings: Discussion of injuries.
notes: I am fine with brackets or prose replies in whatever tense suits you.
I. The River
[He had started his exploration on one of the inhabited banks of the river, following the shoreline at a slow pace. His ribs were still heavily bruised, and though they had released him from the hospital, they had recommended he return to his new housing and rest.
Rest wasn't something Cassian found easy, especially not when his mind was restless with possibilities and impossibilities alike.
He was searching the banks for signs of a ship stowed in bushes or behind buildings. A small jumper, perhaps, or a shuttle. Anything he could hi-jack so he could get up out of atmosphere and get his bearings better.
There was nothing, of course, but that hadn't stopped him yet. He had kept the change of clothes offered but shrugged his jacket on, through one arm and over the sling of the other, letting that side hang loose.
They had done a good job patching him up from his fall and the blaster shot he had taken, but the injuries were still healing and raw. He was in no condition to be out straining himself, his feet slipping left and right on wet rocks or sinking into the sand.
He had only been walking for ten minutes before he had to stop, breathing heavier than the short exertion should have forced him to, and resting his hand on a rock to keep steady.]
II. The Portal
[The overgrown landing in front of reality 5561A's contained Portal is almost as beautiful as it is ruined. The overgrowth and platform that stretch out in front of it gives the whole thing a feel like an ancient, lost civilization. It had taken much of his limited energy to reach the top of the steps, and once there he was left gazing at its surface from a safe distance. He knew better than to attempt to return through it, thanks to the city's helpful orientation. Even if he could have, Cassian doubted he would. The portal had ripped him away from Scarif just seconds before his death, and he was well aware of what had been waiting for him. He couldn't be sure how much of Scarif would be left, even if he did make it back.
He just knew there would be nothing left there for him.
But the portal itself was a technology unlike any he had experienced, and Cassian was drawn to the mystery of it, the unknowns behind it tugging at his mind the way loose threads of information always had.
He wasn't the only one drawn back to it, however. With a glance over toward his companion in what he assumed must be curiosity, he nodded his head toward the portal.]
Have you ever been here when something came through it?
III. The River
[A few hours later, Cassian is back down by the river, this time by the edge of the laser wall where the river leaves the quarantine and meanders down to the abandoned area. Determined though he had been to explore, he is aware of his limits. He needs to be in at least slightly better condition before he risks the moon's surface beyond the protective walls.
The sound of movement behind him startles him out of his observations. He turns too fast, taking in a sharp breath at the spike of pain the sudden shift causes. His fingers tighten on the blaster tucked under his jacket and he straightens, ignoring the pain to give the appearance of stability.]
Who's there?
ii.
He'd consider himself lucky if the portal pulled something through while he was there, honestly, but he wasn't holding his breath. ]
Not really. I wish, though. [ He lowered his scanner, glancing at his current company. ] New around here?
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He was meant to be taking it easy, he just didn't know how to.]
Fresh out by a few days. Just trying to get a feel for how this place works. [A little bit of honesty to spark the conversation. He was still finding his footing, and while he didn't want to go back, he did wonder if anyone else had come through. Obviously Poe, but he was from a different time.]
Just wondering if it's possible, if they think they can send people back, they might be able to pull other people in.
Intentionally, I mean. [Part paranoia, part hope.]
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It's peaceful, generally speaking. [ He meant that. He'd been plenty suspicious at times but so far he found no reason to think the people here were being anything but honest. Of course he wouldn't rule out the hypothesis that this might well all be one big trap or a prison of sorts, but he was yet to find anything to leave him feeling worried or unsettled. ]
It might be possible, but they might not have that level of knowledge when it comes to the portal's technology so far. Or it could just work like a— a phone call. They can connect from here to another point in another galaxy or universe, but for the reverse to happen, the connection has to be established from the other end.
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It is an impressive piece of technology. [He refused to believe it was natuarally ocurring. Things like that just didn't pop into existence. He couldn't let himself believe it or any semblance of order to the galaxy would shatter for him.]
Maybe for the best. I'd sooner see this galaxy for myself and try to find my own way back then chance another trip through it. I'd prefer to be at the controls of my ships than deposited at random and stranded on unknown planets and moons.
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Provided you can even get your hands on a ship around here. [ Not an easy feat, or else Jim wouldn't be here, with his feet firmly on the ground. ] I take it deep space travel isn't a foreign concept to you, either.
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So far it seems like there's no chance of that until we're at least cleared from quarantine. But there have to be ships somewhere. [And if he could find one, he would feel no qualms at taking it.]
Being grounded is doing nothing to help ease the restless feeling in my bones.
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[ Same thing for him, really. He had never felt quite as settled and at home as he did on board his ship, sailing across the stars. Well, save for this place, maybe. Oddly enough he had settled down a lot since coming here, and he didn't feel nearly as restless or bored as he thought he would, but he would hop onto a starship without a second thought, if one were to show up here somehow. ]
I think... there might have been, once. The first people to set up this quarantine must've arrived here that way. But I don't think it'll be as easy as looking around and finding a ship completely intact and ready to take off.
[ It did make him wonder if there weren't any ships down on the actual planet rather than its moon, but clearly the natives weren't in any rush to send them one. ]
Gets easier with time. Having people around helps, too. [ He glanced at the other man. ] You have anyone else here with you? From your world, I mean.