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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?
she's not much better
When she finally speaks, her voice is still muffled against his shoulder, ]
I saw you earlier. I wasn't sure if you were real.
[ She's slowly pulling away then, looking up at him, ]
I haven't been able to tell if I'm alive or not. They say I am but...
[ But she didn't trust their words. ]
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I don't think death is meant to be so painful after the fact. [He carefully shifts his jacket to reveal the sling, though the worst of his injuries are impossible to see, hidden under his shirt.
He studies her a moment before clearing his throat.] We're alive. I don't know why, - [He theoretically knew how.] -but we are.
Jyn. They got the plans. [There's no longer a lack of surety to his voice, not even a forced assurance. He believed Poe, and he needed her to know with surety that she had not failed. She had finished what her father had started.]
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I didn't mean to--
[ But she's cut off by his words, looking back up at him, brow furrowing in confusion. Does he mean... ]
...what? How do you--how do you know?
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There's a pilot here. He's from- It's complicated. [He doesn't know if he wants to delve into the timeline issues just yet.]
The point is, he knew what we had done, knew about the plans. He told me the Rebellion destroyed the planet killer - the Death Star. Your father's scheme worked.
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But how is that even possible?
[ And then, thinking back on the portal, the next train of thought comes through in a tentative connection, still not sure how it could be possible. He's from another time? It's the only possibility if it's the truth and yet she still forms it as a question in her own mind because it's almost laughable in how absurd it is. ]
This doesn't make any sense, Cassian. Are you sure he's telling the truth? About any of it?
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I knew his father. He's a grown man, and he wasn't even born at the time we were fighting. Think about where you were before you wound up here.
[The hug is enough to tell him exactly when that was, within a tiny range of minutes.]
If it could drag us here in the middle of that, the power it must be capable of- it starts to seem like far less of a stretch.
[Look at me He wants to say. I shouldn't even be alive. But he doesnt want either of them dwelling on the possibility that this moon is an afterlife more than they already are.]
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That moment she had been in was still very much with her. Sent her heart racing and mind freezing up when she thought of going back to it. If she wasn't already dead.
Your father's scheme worked.
She closes her eyes as she feels her chest tighten painfully at the memory of her father. Quietly, ]
I'm glad someone really was listening.
[ Even if a part of her still wants to be skeptical of this source, Cassian has a good point. And she still wants to believe they had succeeded now as much as she did then. ]
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She closes her eyes, and he throws his arms loosely around her shoulders to pull her closer. She seemed unsteady from the revelation, and he couldn't blame her.]
So am I. [Maybe he could spare her the details of the new war for longer than he had managed to avoid knowing about it.]
Either these people or that portal pulled us out of there. There's a chance- [A slim, impossible, optimistic chance he didn't dare to really look too deeply into.] they say they can send us back. [He didn't plan on trying, though. How could he go back to Draven after everything that had happened? He couldn't even trust his own judgement anymore, let alone go back to his old work.]