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JANUARY TEST DRIVE MEME
You awaken to godawful static overlaying a female voice that's too monotone to be anything but a recording. The static makes it difficult to understand the warning, but it's clearly a warning if your surroundings tell you anything...
You're buckled into a sturdy seat bolted to the wall behind you. Around you, there are dozens of others like you, some awake and others still unconscious, but it seems most of the seats lining the walls are occupied. The lights are dim, likely auxiliary lighting, leaving you mostly in the dark. You smell smoke and hear the sizzling crackle of electrical systems popping and shorting out. Some of the seats were jarred off the wall, leaving the occupants either wounded or dead. Count yourself lucky all you have is a headache and various aches accounted to whiplash.
You appear to be in a drop ship or an escape vessel of some form but the pilot is dead and the hull bears a massive gash where it buckled under the impact and sheered off. Through the door-sized opening, you can see vegetation. The air that wafts in is heavy with a humid heat, but it's obviously breathable.
Once you make your way outside, you'll see greenery: Trees, grass, and shrubs tangled with vines that grow wildly and suffocate the trees they climb. In the distance, behind the ship, you can make out a sandy desert that seems to stretch on endlessly. Forward through the trees, however, you may see a crumbling wall, but more importantly, you'll see signs of civilisation. Buildings and other structures seem contained within those decrepit walls. Maybe the natives can fill you in on what's going on, because the last thing you remember isn't being in an escape shuttle. As a matter of fact, you don't remember much about your arrival or where you are. But it's going to be a bit of a hike, better get moving. Though you might want to grab the backpack of supplies under your seat before you go.
With that, the power dies, leaving the drop ship in the dark, crackling and groaning as the hull cools from its catastrophic re-entry.
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Hold up a light, as he says.
He assumes he means something similar to what he is holding already. Grabbing the bag he had removed from the craft, he remembers having seen a similar item inside. Although he hadn't known what it was for. Pulling it out, he inspects it a moment.]
You mean this magic lantern? [He can still not figure out how it is working without a flame of some kind. Turning it upside down and all over with his dragon claw, he frowns, unsure how to make it glow, until- ah. The front of it turns? The light shines up in his face momentarily, before he turns it around and smiles in triumph.]
I have gotten it to work.
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han's eyebrows were in danger of disappearing into his hair. he looks from the kid's face to the flashlight and ( squinting ) back again. ]
Good job, kid. [ how to make friends: you don't, a novel by han solo now in paperback. ] Now hold it steady on this.
[ he points where he needs the light, and promptly gives kija his back.
rude really is the least of it. he's an asshole at least 98% of the time. ]
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What part of him looks like a kid? He is one of the oldest in his group of companions and at a marriageable age.
. . . Not... that he wants to think about that. Or that this is the time or place to really complain about such trivial things. Instead, with another frown he at least does as directed. He's curious at the very least.]
What is it that you are doing to this object?
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[ he understands the kid would be confused. that does not mean he'll be treated any differently.
#good guy han ]
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But what do you plan to do with it? I have not seen an object like this before. Would it not be better to fix whatever it is? [Then again, do they wish to fix whatever might have been used for their abductions?]
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