The events of this thread occur on Bracca during the acquisition of the CR90 corvette for the Jedi Order and Jedi Guardians in particular. The Jedi obviously can't fix the ship in one day, so they'd probably be staying on Bracca for a while.
This is our first big social thread, and an experiment, because I'm planning something like that in the future (aboard the spaceworthy corvette). This is intended to be a miniature event-like thread. The rules are pretty simple:
1. Everyone is welcome. Your character just needs to have a reason to be on Bracca at that time.
2. Every scene has a number # and a location. Like in "Galaxy in Crisis", there can be multiple things going on at different times and places. That way people will be able to keep track of what's going on and where. Basically, this will help those who're supposed to interact with you not to miss your post.
3. You can get involved in multiple scenes at the same time. All scenes happen at different times (#3 doesn't have to happen after #1). That way, if you see multiple scenes you like, you can get involved in both of them.
4. Have fun and meet new people. Basically, that's what it's all is about. Set up your own scenes in the planet-sized junkyard, or join the ones you like!
This is our first big social thread, and an experiment, because I'm planning something like that in the future (aboard the spaceworthy corvette). This is intended to be a miniature event-like thread. The rules are pretty simple:
1. Everyone is welcome. Your character just needs to have a reason to be on Bracca at that time.
2. Every scene has a number # and a location. Like in "Galaxy in Crisis", there can be multiple things going on at different times and places. That way people will be able to keep track of what's going on and where. Basically, this will help those who're supposed to interact with you not to miss your post.
3. You can get involved in multiple scenes at the same time. All scenes happen at different times (#3 doesn't have to happen after #1). That way, if you see multiple scenes you like, you can get involved in both of them.
4. Have fun and meet new people. Basically, that's what it's all is about. Set up your own scenes in the planet-sized junkyard, or join the ones you like!
Scene: #1 (@Nykoria Tallis, @any-other-participants)
Location: The Overlook (after a little bit of the Rim Hopper's cargo hold)
Nykoria stretched in her hammock and gave a soft yawn. She hadn't had such a good night's sleep in days. But despite that, something felt off. Instinctively, the Zeltron reached out and summoned the lightsaber from an impromptu fixture on the ceiling into her purple hand. The azure blade ignited with a hiss, illuminating the dark cargo hold of the freighter. To Kori's surprise, the place was... empty? Only then did the Zeltron realized what was off. The morning met her with silence. An unexpected change, but not at all unwelcome.
Normally, Kori would wake up from the loud noise of drills and buzz-saws. Then she'd summon the lightsabers from the ceiling and shout menacingly at the ship's "chief mechanic". The mechanic's name was Curse, and she was a little sabotage droid, allegedly designed during the Clone Wars. As the droid's class implied, Curse liked to take things apart more than to assemble them. That's why after settling in on the Rim Hopper, Nykoria had arranged for special fixtures on the ceiling, to keep everything important (especially her lightsabers) out of the pesky droid's immediate reach. That didn't dissuade Curse: she would still attempt to get to Kori's stuff with some clever jumping and climbing. But the buzz-droid inevitably produced enough noise to wake Kori up and give the Zeltron some time to save her most prized possessions from the blasted tin-can and its pincers.
If Curse was otherwise preoccupied to visit the cargo hold, Kori's sleep wouldn't last for much longer. Soon afterwards, Eisa Wex—the ship's owner—would inevitably wake up. You didn't need to be a Force-sensitive to know that from the other part of the ship. The stereo in Eisa's quarters was loud enough to be heard everywhere aboard the Rim Hopper, and eardrums were a luxury on Bracca. That meant that Nykoria had little time to get up and get dressed. Soon after that, the crew would be walking all around the ship, woken up by Eisa's music.
But this time was different. Curse was nowhere to be found, and Kori had gone to bed early enough to wake up before "the music hour". So, she had ample time to summon the pieces of her Bracca day-to-day outfit from the ceiling. The planet wasn't that dangerous to warrant wearing the suit at all times. But Kori would still don the mask every morning, after brushing her hand against her scorched left cheek. In such moments, her lips would always purse up, and there was a characteristic look in her eyes: one of grim determination. That could usually ruin the morning; but this time the Zeltron was distracted from her thoughts by a familiar plastoid frame lying on the floor. What used to be a black life-support box of Kori's old flight-suit was apparently cut in half and drilled in multiple places. Fine, I'll give you that, you little rascal. Despite the nature of the thought, it made Kori forget about her own problems for a moment. Which was... nice too?
...
Nykoria had gone to bed early for a reason. And the reason was to see the sunrise at "the Overlook". That's how the Jedi called the dorsal side of the old Venator-class Star Destroyer that had been resting on Bracca's surface for hundreds of years. Getting to the top would get some climbing, but it offered the best view on the old CR90 corvette that the Jedi sought to salvage and refurbish into a mobile base for the Order. They were making progress, but Kori suspected she'd have to sleep aboard the Rim Hopper for a while longer before she could settle in on the corvette. The good news was that some more Jedi were planning to arrive, with extra provisions and repair supplies. Perhaps the old Corellian ship would fly again after all.
Either way, the Overlook greeted the Zeltron—and anyone else who'd bother to see the sunrise from there—with an uncharacteristic view. Bracca's sun, rarely seen through the clouds, gilded the endless hulks of rusty metal, making the whole junk field seem like a giant bronze abstraction. Godrays pierced through the damaged command tower of the old Star Destroyer like a lightsaber, making the scene even more surreal.
Kori knew that she'd soon need to attend to the day-to-day routine: cleaning the corvette from mynock excrements, training sessions, hunting for spare parts, being on the lookout for strangers, negotiating for parts and supplies with the said strangers, showing them a lightsaber if they were too hostile, et cetera. But nobody could take this moment from her.