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( open ) the day is bright and fair

who: James T. Kirk & YOU!
what: general out and about for the month.
when: August (please specify when during the month you're tagging him!)
where: all over
warnings: none for the moment; will edit if need be

I ▹ PERIMETER GUARD ▹ SHUTTLE WORK

[ After the mission, getting the shuttle up and running, not to mention cleaning her up all nice and proper so she's ready for use again, is Jim's priority, and it's a project he throws himself into with vested interest and dedication. While the shuttle still works, there's a lot that needs repairing or even outright replacing, not to mention the overall old and worn aspect of both the interior and the exterior.

Despite this, Jim looks excited rather than bothered or tired, as he fumbles around the makeshift shuttle bay set up at the perimeter guard. Sounds of clinking and clattering around come from the area, and he can be found throughout the month working on several different aspects of the shuttle, from control panels to the shuttle exterior— repainting the outside completely, installing a more complete and advanced navigation system and flight controls, or he may just be found disappearing halfway into one of the panels beneath the dashboard, fumbling around with wiring and circuitry. If he hears someone approaching, he'll stick an arm out, gesturing vaguely towards a pen-shaped handheld device. ]

Hand me that laser cutter over there?

II ▹ CITY STREETS & OUTSKIRTS ▹ BIKE RIDE

[ In the midst of what starts to feel like a very good month, Jim gets a really nice surprise one of the days he gets to the perimeter guard: there, waiting for him, is an all too familiar bike— not just any bike either, but a peculiar engraving on the side of the leather seat lets him know that this exact bike used to belong to his father.

It's only natural that he takes especially good care of it, tuning it up and cleaning it until it's spotless and shiny, then promptly takes it out for a few spins during the next few weeks. From the city center to the outskirts where he won't find nearly as much traffic, he can be found just about anywhere, both riding the bike or taking a break somewhere, leaning comfortably against the seat as he sips on some juice or enjoys a tasty ice cream. Feel free to approach or even ask him to take you for a ride, if you happen to know him (or even if you don't, really). ]

III ▹ COMMUNAL APARTMENTS ▹ MOVING

[ Another change in Jim's life happens to be something he and Bones had been talking about, and finally now they've managed to find a place they both like and can afford (not that money's a problem for them, with both earning well and saving up the majority of what they earn). During the first two weeks of the month especially, Jim will be spending some time boxing up things and getting them ready for the move. They don't have a whole lot in their apartment here, and some of the lighter boxes he chooses to carry to their new home on his own. He'll smile at anyone he crosses paths with, daring to offer playfully to people he happens to know. ]

I'll accept a helping hand, if you've got the time.

IV ▹ ANYWHERE ▹ WILDCARD

[ Jim is nothing if not both active and sociable, so throughout the month it's not difficult to find him in several spots, be them bars and coffeeshops, parks, grocery stores, and even the hospital when he's coming over to meet up with Bones.

He also feels the shift of the city when the strange outbreak sweeps the Quarantine and causes some random cases of memory loss. It is, sadly, something he's not unfamiliar with, but more than his insight on their mission beyond the walls and sharing some details he happens to remember, he finds himself overall useless in finding a resolution or a cure. He will, however, try to help anyone who happens to be affected by the outbreak. ]

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[ Finding new and secluded places to tuck herself had become a bit of a sport for Re-L. It wasn't as though she was a stunning example of a social butterfly in any sense of the word, and now that she'd come to find out, one after another, all the viruses and germs she'd apparently missed out on as a child in a dome she'd managed to become somehow a little more withdrawn. She'd say, if anyone cared to ask, that it was for her health and for the most part it was. On the other she simply didn't want to deal with this whole ordeal of being around too many other people for the sake of a festival or something. It all had seemed fun in the beginning but now that it had happened month after month -

There's a slightly paranoid part of her that wonders why they need all this distraction.

Regardless, she's decided to take a walk today, get out of her apartment for a little while after some disinfecting and letting the place air out a little instead of being her convalescent home, dressed in her typical all black just, you know, some shorts and some tennis shoes. There's been no expectation to run in to anyone, much less Jim, and she seems a little surprised before clearing her throat.

Thankfully Jim wouldn't need explanation. She's sure he's heard all about her issues from Bones - ]

What's that you've gotten your hands on?

[ He hasn't caught up with Re-L a lot as of late, actually. He's heard from Bones how she's been sick, but figured she could use the rest more so than anything, so he simply sent his get well regards through Bones, and left it at that. Eventually he would message her or they'd cross paths once she went back to work at the Perimeter Guard, he figured.

So, meeting out here is unexpected, but Jim's glad to see her out and about, especially when it doesn't look like she might pass out at any moment. She does look a bit worse for wear, but he figures that's to be expected after so long being sick. ]

Hey. A beauty, isn't she? [ He smiles as he glances over at her, hand patting the leather seat. ] Was my dad's bike actually. Popped up through the portal a few days ago, sort of like an early birthday present.

[ while it's the latter days of the month, it's still jyn's first week with the perimeter guard and her first week on the moon itself so she's spent most of her time orienting herself, which is how she wound up in the pseudo-hangar in the first place. ships are familiar, at the very least, and when a voice asks for a laser cutter she scoops it up automatically.

even if she doesn't pass it over right away, turning it over in her hand, as she observes the outstretched hand from within the freshly painted ship. ]

Haven't you got an astromech for that?

[maintenance is familiar enough that cassian likes to hang out in the shuttle bay; it reminds him of home, even if he doesn't have his own ship or shuttle. it's not hard to figure them out here, but that sort of technological understanding has always been fairly easy.]

[even if he hasn't been doing surveyor work very long, he recognizes the man working on the shuttle from the perimeter guard when he's there closer to the end of august, but cassian rarely forgets a face.]

[he grabs the laser cutter without even thinking, barely even noticing the gesture towards it. cassian drops it in the open hand.]

Is it yours? [cassian saw him painting the shuttle too, but you never know!]

Edited 2017-08-23 20:43 (UTC)

[ He can hear the moving about of someone else nearby, and his hand remains outstretched for a while longer, waiting for that laser cutter. It doesn't come, though, and when the woman speaks up, he shifts slightly, finally wiggling out of the open panel until he's sitting on the floor, looking up at her. ]

What's an astromech?

[ It's quickly becoming one of Jim's favorite spots, so he can't really blame Cassian. Granted, the shuttle is the main reason for it, seen as he didn't have anything even remotely like it at his disposal before, and the jeeps that the Perimeter Guard has access to don't exactly compare to something that can actually fly.

He takes the cutter and his arm disappears into the panel too, a soft hum coming from him at the question. ]

Not— exactly. I led a team out on a mission beyond the wall, tracking down a strange signal, and we found this shuttle. So we brought it here. You could say I'm in charge of it, but I don't own it. [ He tips his head just enough that he can peer at the man. ] If that makes sense.

[it's all very familiar. cassian rarely ever had his own ship for longer than a mission or two. of course a shuttle like this would probably belong to a collective in the guard. he looks it over again, mostly out of interest because he's close enough to it now.]

No, it makes sense. You are fixing it up, but can you pilot it too?

[ At the very least the blue eye shadow covers up a lot of the loss of sleep thanks to coughing and whatever else. When she'd been ill as a child Daedalus had simply taken care of it in a lick of time. Granted, there hadn't been much to catch in the small bubble of Romdeau Dome, and when new strains came to be they'd been eliminated in short order. Here there wasn't really that option - not for common colds she'd never even heard of much less experienced. Bones had said it would be best to let them run their course naturally, and though she believed him...

It'd been real damn annoying if she's honest. ]

I can't say I've ever seen anything like it. That's for sure .. [ Again, not hard to do. Every bike like vehicle in Romdeau had been a very different style, and not one that she preferred over Jim's motorcycle if she's honest. Blue eyes sweep over the bike as if appraising, though for once she doesn't have a criticism to pass along it would seem. Maybe she's just not caught up enough on sleep and calories just yet, either. ]

Well aren't you lucky? When I turned 20 I only got to go to a festival.

Granted there's not a lot still in one piece to bring me from Romdeau.

[ That's certainly Jim's intent, yes. He does like the thought of being somewhat in control of it, he'll be the first to admit, but then that might be the Captain in him bleeding into everything else. Regardless, he wants the shuttle to be available for at least some of the members of the guard, provided they can pilot it. It's what he's working towards. ]

Well, I've spent most of my time these past few years sitting on a bigger chair, but yeah, I think I can still manage a shuttle fairly well. [ Putting it mildly. ] You any good with shuttles yourself?

[bigger chair means bigger stature, some sort of rank. military, maybe. it's interesting, and cassian is curious. he knows there are other space people around.]

I was a pilot, back home. Ships more than shuttles, but I know how to fly most things. [give a little, get a little!] And you and your chair?

[ That's the thing with colds, they're annoying more so than anything else. Not that Jim can talk much, because the flu and the common cold have all but been eradicated where he comes from, and even when someone comes down with it, there are treatments that take care of it almost immediately. But really, vaccination is about all anyone needs, back in his world. Which, he guesses, is something Re-L doesn't have.

He's fairly sure Bones will make sure to take care of that for her though, as soon as she's back on top shape. Evidently she needs it.

He lets out a laugh at that, tilting his head slightly. ] I'm looking at 20 in the rearview mirror, but thanks, I guess.

[ The bike's pretty different from most he sees around back home too. They're generally spokeless, a few don't even touch the ground, and they certainly don't run on the same kind of fuel. Pollution levels aside, he prefers this one. ]

Wanna go for a spin? I promise to take it real slow. [ Is he teasing her? It sounds like he's teasing her. ]

[ No such thing as a military where Jim comes from, but he wouldn't fault anyone for making that assumption. Particularly considering Starfleet did keep the ranks of the now defunct US Navy. ]

Starfleet Captain, though of a starship considerably larger than this shuttle. [ Not that he's bragging, but. You know. ] She's manned by a crew of hundreds. Definitely too big to fit in here.

[wow ok that's pretty big. the rebellion generally doesn't have huge starships, given they're supposed to be subtle. from description alone cassian would assume imperial, but his behavior with the shuttle suggests nothing of the sort.]

I am more used to smaller crews, often just me and a droid. [oh no he doesn't want to think about k2 right now.] What is Starfleet to need such massive ships?

That wouldn't do, where I'm from. Our ships are usually too big and complex to be kept running by any crew smaller than, I don't know... twenty or thirty people. Shuttles are another story, of course.

[ And he's only talking about Fleet vessels too. Plenty more out there that Jim hasn't really ever gotten his hands on. ]

Starfleet is a deep space exploratory and defense organization maintained by the United Federation of Planets. Its primary goal is to find new worlds and lifeforms, share knowledge and aim for peace and cooperation between the different races in our galaxy, and work together towards mutual cultural, technological and scientific advancements.

Basically, most our missions are focused on exploration. Each journey can last for months or even years, so you need a sizeable and very capable crew. I was about halfway through a five-year mission when I ended up here.

[the last time he took about twenty or thirty people on a ship, they all died. it was cramped and nervous and a success, but there were only so many ships to take, no matter how many people came along.]

[but also?? that sounds so peaceful?? what kinda galaxy??]

It's hard to believe a ship that big is merely used for exploration. It can't all be peaceful all the time, especially if you are traveling across multiple planets for years. The only ships with that many people back home tend to be invaders.

[ Jim crawls out of the panel for now, still sitting on the floor but at least like this he can look up at the man properly while they talk. He's not in a rush with the shuttle repairs anyway, so no harm in taking a break. ]

Well, I'd love to tell you that everything out there is perfect peace and prosperity, but you're right. The galaxy's a very big place, with a lot of strange new worlds and too many races for me to even name them all. Not every world is part of the Federation— some have never even heard of us, others don't really want to be a part of it. As much as I'd like for them all to come to call us friends, that's not the case. There are hostile worlds, and hostile factions. Races hellbent on declaring war on half the galaxy, Federation included. We don't go out there to engage them, and we always try to work towards building an understanding, an alliance if not a friendship, but we can't very well play sitting ducks either. So while our ships aren't designed for battle, they're still heavily equipped and prepared to handle a fight if we absolutely must.

A repair droid, they're mechanics on ships. [ she twists the cutter between her fingers, still not passing it over, remembering with startling fondness the housekeeping droid they'd had when she was very, very small. ]

They don't have those where you're from?

Not really. We have some assistance robots, but generally speaking, people do the job. They're our mechanics and engineers.

[ There's plenty of work in the area of robotics, granted, but there are a lot of subtleties to keeping a ship running that people have come to find isn't handled as well by a machine. Androids and artificial intelligence are a whole other field entirely, but one way or the other, Jim has a feeling she's talking about something very different from anything that exists back in his world.

He gestures towards the laser cutter, tipping his head. ] If you know your way around a shuttle, I won't mind you poking around yourself.

[ jyn doesn't think to defend the repair droids because... she doesn't care enough, even if she does think it's absurd to put people in danger by sticking them outside of flying ships to repairs damaged hulls and the like.

(she also does realize quickly that they probably don't do that at all and stick to inside repairs whilst in flight.) ]

I don't. I've been in 'em before, but I'm not a pilot or a mechanic. [ smart as hell means she can teach herself but it also mean she doesn't know enough to be of any use at the current moment. ] I wouldn't know a transceiver from a hyperdrive unit.

[ flying once does not a pilot make. ]

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[cassian crosses his arms for lack of anything else to do with them, but makes sure it doesn't look bored or hostile. he's very good at posturing himself to project body language.]

[he nods though, because that all makes sense. it's not like cassian needs to know all this about another galaxy far far away (ayy) but it's ingrained in him to just seek out information, it's easy and natural and he barely needs to think about asking more questions, or leaving open ended statements.]

There are always too many planets to make one cohesive collective, regardless of what it's for. [how many planets IN the alliance still disagreed on plans forward?] I assume that means all members of Starfleet are just as prepared as their ships to handle a fight too.

[ Indeed they don't do that, and they have machinery to tend to at least that in an emergency. Of course ideally they dock somewhere, like a starbase, so they can work on proper repairs, but it's not like they're in the habit of tossing people out into the void of space to replace the plates on starships. ]

Well, not so hard to learn the difference between those two.

[ He may be kidding a little. He knows what she means, and that she's just giving an example. Kind of hard not to know a massive warp drive from a smaller (and far less impressive) communications device. ]

Can I, then? [ He reaches for the laser cutter still in her hand. ]

[ she almost begrudgingly hands it over, reluctant to lose something familiar. ]

Yeah, alright, admittedly a bad example. [ she does actually know what both of them are and look like, they were also the only two things that popped into her head so it might be all she knows about the set up of a ship's engine and comms link.

but since he's fixing the ship and isn't a droid: ]

Are you a mechanic or engineer? [ his words, he said that is who did repairs so. ]

[ Jim doesn't particularly mind sharing that information, either. Not that Starfleet doesn't have its share of classified information, but generally speaking they're pretty open and transparent, and here of all places, Jim doesn't really have to worry about that.

Besides, he likes hearing and learning about different worlds and different universes, so it's only fair that he shares a bit about his own, too.

He nods, then quirks an eyebrow at the last words, smiling vaguely. ] Not planning on attacking me out of the blue, are you?

[ Well, still an example, and it serves its purpose. ]

If you ever wanna learn a few things, I don't mind sharing the knowledge.

[ He wouldn't be the prime choice when it comes to engineering or mechanics —Scotty and Jaylah come to mind, even Chekov would be a better pick— but at least Jim knows his limitations, and he wouldn't try to teach her something he's not sure of. And at least as a pilot he's pretty talented, so. ]

I'm a Captain, actually. [ He dives back into the panel, so he can keep working on the wiring. ] So, a little bit of both, I guess. Gotta know your ship.

Are you? I should introduce you to my Captain Andor. [ they can be captain friends, that's a good basis for friendship, isn't it? it's not like his and jyn's is a better basis so. whatever.

she feels a pang in her chest that she can't introduce him to bodhi, but she shoves that grief very far down in the chasm that holds her father and saw and the rest of rogue one and continues ignoring it. it's fine. ]

Is this yours then, the ship?

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