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Who: everyone!
When: Day 6
Where: everywhere!
What: regrouping after the event

Well, the swarm is over and the queen has died. What are you doing now, friends?

Heading back to the boneyard to regroup? Staying at the queen's carcass to harvest meat and pearl things? Staying maybe to heal if you're banged up? Or maybe you're arguing with others over what to do.

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It's not happening.

My skillset is strictly fighting, fixing and flying.

Sounds pretty boring to me. What, didn't feel like branching out, trying new things? [ A little more seriously: ] Singing is something you can learn to do, y'know.

Edited (i accidentally a whole word) 2016-11-06 07:25 (UTC)

[Eyebrow raise.] Did you just call my life boring?

[IT IS ANYTHING BUT.]

I mean... I guess I could learn? Once we're not, you know, stuck on a desert planet with no way off.

Well, flying's not boring...but life without art is pretty dull, if you ask me.

[ Whatever he's about to say next is interrupted by something in the way, a dark shape to him against a dark background: an assortment of storage containers. ]

Looks like this hallway's blocked. Unless you wanna see if we can push them out of the way?

... I guess I've never thought about it like that.

[She was always too busy.]

Hm. I wonder...

[She pushes against one experimentally.] It's worth a shot, right?

[ He nods, bracing himself against one of the crates and waiting for her to do the same. ]

On three. One, two, three--!!

[ Wait. Why is his communicator thingy glowing? ]

[Ahsoka pushes on three, putting all of her weight and some of the Force into it as well, until--]

Uhhh. Is that supposed to happen?

[ ????? ] How am I supposed to know?!

[ One of the crates has a kind of relief on the outside, what seems like some kind of extra piece. Tentatively, Lance places his hand on it and braces himself...

...for a backpack. ]

What the-- what just happened?!

[It's hard to see in this darkness, but the glowing does provide some light.]

Did you just get a backpack?

Uh, uh...!!

[ He flops around, trying to see behind himself. In doing so, he discovers something else: ]

Hey! Pockets! I have pockets, this is awesome!

What! No fair! [She grabs Lance by the backpack, trying to investigate it.] Where did it come from??

[ As soon as she grabs him, the backpack vanishes in a burst of blue light, not unlike the gladiator bot in the castle that Lance is familiar with. It leaves Ahsoka with a handful of....well, Lance's skinny back. Sorry Ahsoka. ]

Hey, watch it! [ He rights himself, patting his back again. ] Where'd it go?

--It wasn't me!

[She turns back to whatever Lance was last touching and goes over to investigate. Then her own display starts glowing, and the same thing happens...]

That's what they all s--whoa!

[ It's her turn now, and Lance gapes. Thinking about the backpack makes it reappear on his back, and it's a few moments before he figures out the trick of getting it 'on' and 'off'. ]

This is great! We can carry stuff around!

[Understanding dawns on her face.]

Finally.

... I wonder how it works, though. I've never seen tech like this. Do you think this place has something to do with whoever sent us here...?

This is kind of like the Altean tech we use, like our bayards and stuff. [ Actually, it's almost exactly like this. ] This whole...place is definitely not Altean, though.

[ His wrist beeps, making him look down, and his eyes widen into saucers. ]

Quiznak! My suit power's really low!

What? But you've barely done anything--!

[Then hers beeps too.]

But I've barely done anything!

Maybe it's the backpacks?

[ Or... ]

Maybe it's this whole place?! I knew it was creepy in here! C'mon, change of plans, let's book it before we can't anymore.

... For once, I'm in total agreement.

Let's roll.

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