risingshepard | 1 Pissed Off Reaper [Action/Voice]

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not her idea of a shore leave

1 Pissed Off Reaper [Action/Voice]

[Alright, let's review: One, she was supposed to be in her cabin waiting for the ship to arrive at the Derelict, two, she's not supposed to have a blaring headache crunching her skull, and three, she's not supposed to be feeling like complete crap barring said headache. So, Luceti, here's her question: why has she been unceremoniously dumped into a forest that doesn't even look like Pragia's greenery, and why does she have a sundress on? She would really, really, really like to know. Sure doesn't help that the familiar, cool feeling of her room is gone and replaced with the humidity of the forest. It wakes her right up when she gets over her initial physical screwball.

There's a slight groan before she starts sitting up.] ...Feels like I just downed a glass of ryncol...what the hell happened...?

[It doesn't take her long to actually stand up, either. Those synthetic parts are a lifesaver, even if she didn't ask for them; when her eyes focus, though, she finds herself staring at her surroundings. ...Alright...where the hell was she?] ...Pragia? No, it couldn't be. [There's too little greenery compared to that forest planet, and none of it's clinging onto any buildings...so where does that put her? Earth? One of the colonies? She's not sure. As with the other discoveries, very little time passes before she finds red wings stuck on her back -- it's as if the Illusive Jackass wanted to screw around with her even more. <_< There's not a peep from her for a while before she starts restraining the urge to shoot something -- like she could, without her trusty pistol...

But something else catches her eye and makes her curiosity resurface -- the journal with her name, and her clothing sitting there right next to it. Not realizing that it can transmit her voice just yet, she picks it up and stares at it.] This looks pretty old-fashioned...why would anyone use this?

[Oh, if only you knew. Feel free to chime in while she inspects it -- it'll be a nice surprise. :P]

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[A video pops up, Luke curious enough and feeling sociable today now that things are nominally back to normal.]

I found myself wondering the same thing when I arrived. Its rare to write instead of just typing, and if truth be told I thought it was odd for a commlink or a holocomm when I found it too.

Welcome to Luceti, ma'am. Luke Skywalker, at your service. Do you need assistance?

[Hello, you are now looking at a redhead woman in a Cerberus uniform.]

Good to know I'm not the only one who feels out of place using something like this.

Commander Shepard of the Normandy. A pleasure, Luke. As for help, I could use a map of some sort.

[Military lady, hm?]

We all do at first, Commander. Unfortunately, I don't think there is much of a map available. I can give you the tour, if you'd like, though.

And if you don't mind my asking, where's your uniform from? What military?

That'll suffice. [There's just a moment's thought before she answers Luke's other query. Ahaha, that's...a touchy subject, actually. Probably made all the more obvious by how she seemingly glares at the insignia on the chest region. <_<] Let's just say I'm stuck working with terrorists, and leave it at that for now. It's a long story.

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Fair enough. I don't recognize it all the same, but I'm fairly sure the military I've served in is equally meaningless. [He flashes his New Republic General's seal. The rank at least should be recognizable]

Where are you? I'll come meet you.

[General, huh. There's something she wasn't quite expecting to see. She'll save the comments for when she arrives; better to talk in person, really.]

Stuck sitting in the forest. [She gives him a quick view of her surroundings before returning it to her face. So, Luke? Does that look familiar enough a place for you to work with?]

Its enough of one. You're not far from the river, R2 should be able to pick up on your lifesigns. I'll be there shortly.

[A whistle and beep may be heard off screen before the journal closes and Luke's on his way]

[Huh, what? What was that beeping she heard? ...Unfortunately, it's too late for her to ask about that in kind, seeing that the transmission's cut off, so--not much else to do but take a seat and look around. ...Not such a bad thing, come to think of it, since she's got some fresh air and no guns aimed at her for a change.]

[30 minutes or so later, Luke and R2D2 come into the little clearing where Shepard is sitting. R2's sensors had helped him pinpoint things more precisely, and the little droid is happily buzzing along, being R2D2. Luke himself is wearing his black suit, with a pair of lightsabers hooked to his belt]

Commander Shepard, I presume? Its nice to meet you. This little guy is R2D2, an Astromech droid from home.

Try not to wear it out. [There's a flash of a grin there, momentary as it may be, as she gets up and looks over at the adorable little machine. Huh...seems like tech on par with what she's seen -- not quite the kind she recognizes, but all the same. And it looks like it's got a VI, she muses, observing it closely.] Interesting friend you have there. What's his job?

[Luke runs a hand over the droid's dome]

This little guy? He does a little bit of everything. His original function was to interface with a ship's hyperdrive and act as a navicomputer, as well as take care of computing and onboard repairs for starfighters. But over the years he's developed quite the feisty personality, and he's a quick learner.

And now he's your assistant? Something along those lines? [Now she's piqued. But then, if she's gotten her stuff snatched, then that means she doesn't have her omni-tool. Great. She can't scan this thing yet. >_>]

A companion. Artoo has saved my life more times than I can count.

[Turning away, he offers a salute]

Still, its nice to meet you. Why don't we get you into town, Commander? You're lucky your clothes show up here.

You've got a good friend, then. [AI or not, a friend's a friend, really. She'll nod and start walking in whichever direction Luke goes.]

I've been waiting for someone to do that all morning. [A small chuckle, and a cross of her arms as she goes.]

[He'll toss you a bottle of water and a wrapped up sandwich as well, before starting off towards town, slowly so you can keep up.]

I brought food, its usually best to get something in your system when you can after landing.

Had time to read through some of the guidebook yet?

[Don't mind if she catches that and starts munching, then, with a little nod of thanks as a gesture. And in between bites--] Can't say I have yet, but I'm planning on a thorough reading later. Right now, I think getting shelter would be a better thing to do first.

Don't worry, you'll have time. Shelter won't be too hard to find, there are apartments and houses. I've got a spare room if you need something more temporary until you find a place you like more. And your things too.

Sure, why not? It'd be handy to have a place to keep it all until I find a good place to stay.

Haha, well I wouldn't count on all of it turning up immediately, Shepard. Sometimes it takes time for everything to fully arrive. I only just now got my blaster, and I've been here for 8 months.

[Leading the way...]

Tell me, are you a starship commander, or a naval one?

[She'll follow suit.] That big a delay, huh?

Starship. The Normandy's the vessel I serve on. Any reason for the question?

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You would be the second person to come from a space-faring civilization that I've met here. You didn't seem phased by Artoo here, and you didn't question the equipment I'm carrying, or talking about. That's rare here.

[He indicates his lightsabers]

What does the Normandy do? Is it a military ship? A freighter?

If it's any help, I know about technology that's similar...though the principles behind them might be different from what you're familiar with. [She eyes them for a moment.] Think that's about the only thing I'm not used to.

As for the Normandy, it's a military ship. It used to be for stealth, but after the upgrades I had it outfitted with? Not so much.

[One of the weapons flies into his hand, through the Force] This? Feel free to look it over if you like, just don't point the end at yourself and press the button.

And your mission?

Huh. You're a biotic, too? [No, that's not biotic power, Shepard. :| She presses it just as he dictated, and...stares at the controlled beam that forms right then and there, brow raised.] A laser blade, too? Color me even more curious.

My mission...before I get onto that, here's something you should know first: people back home tend to look to me if they need a normally unfixable situation resolved. My most recent assignment? Beating the hell out of the Collectors. It's not easy. [The last one has that deadpan note she's been using for quite some time now. Clearly, she was understating how bad it was.]

A...biotic?

[Luke pauses for a moment and stops]

You mean the Force?

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