Episode V: My ride

[last_ofthe_jedi]

{A: Action - Open to all}
-- location: John Doe Park
-- time: Midday

[A 40 foot long X-wing starfighter doesn't really fit in the average suburban driveway, let alone a two-car garage, so Luke's landed it in the park to tinker with it. He's brought some tools with him and laid them out on the grass, some made by other people in town, some made by himself, and others from the hardware store that he thought looked semi useful. The severe lack of technology here has been a bit frustrating to say the least.

Luke's sitting cross-legged on top of the craft near the astromech droid port with a couple tools, hunched over an open panel. There's a sudden spark and he quickly pulls his hand away.] Ow!


{B: Phone - Open to Kaylee Frye}
-- time: Early evening

Hey, it's me. You want to be spontaneous with me? Let's do something tonight.

Comments

Phone

[wrench_and_ruffles]

Spontaneous sounds super shiny to me!

[last_ofthe_jedi]

Good! [The smile in his voice is evident.] You feel like getting dressed up for no reason? I mean, it would have absolutely nothing to do with getting to see you in a dress.

[wrench_and_ruffles]

Gettin' fancy? Try 'n' stop me.

[She doesn't believe him but... she's okay with that]

[last_ofthe_jedi]

Now, why would I want to stop you?

[Kaylee, be ready to get felt up the instant he sees you.]

Meet me at Serenity in an hour? We'll figure out somewhere fun to go.

[wrench_and_ruffles]

Sure thing!

[Fancy clothes! Fancy clothes! Maybe that swishy one...]

Park

[kettchmeifyoucan]

They let you have an X-Wing?

[He's not jealous. Not jealous at all. COudln't be less jealous. The very picture of non-jealous.]

[last_ofthe_jedi]

[Luke shakes his hand just as Wes approaches and he gives him a nod of greeting before inspecting his hand for an electrical burn.]

Well, I can't do much with it except get from one side of town to the other a bit faster. And finding a place to keep it'll be a challenge.

... Almost like they're trying to distract me to keep me out of somebody's business.

[kettchmeifyoucan]

Still... maybe you can get some decent height and see something. I'm not sure anyone's really checked what happens with up.

[last_ofthe_jedi]

[Luke checks over the panel he was working on and smacks his forehead when he realizes he forgot to shut off the power valve. No wonder sparks were flying. He rolls his eyes at himself and flips the switch.]

I suppose it'd be worth a shot since I haven't heard of anybody trying that, but with all the other ships and aircraft in town I'd assume somebody's done it at least once.

[He nimbly clambers down the wing on one side and slides to the ground, searching through his tools on the grass.]

I know your speeder can't get much altitude but they probably have some sort of bubble or dome over this place anyway. You ever thought about trying it?

[kettchmeifyoucan]

I've tried the limits of the airspeeder. Just been on the lookout for something a bit more... spacey. I've got Knob, if you need him.

[imjustpicky]

[Spaceships are really cool to find in the middle of the park. REALLY COOL. Picky immediately forgets about his plans to get ice cream and his promise to get milk at the store, and simply runs on over to have a better look.]

Woah.... hey! Luke? Luke, is that you?

Is that your spaceship?! WOW!

[Yup, things just got cooler.]

[last_ofthe_jedi]

[Luke grins wide when he hears Picky's excited voice and he peers over the wing at him.]

Hey, Picky! Yeah, this is my spaceship.

[He scoots down onto the wing.]

Do you want to come up here and sit in the cockpit?

[imjustpicky]

That's so COOL! You're so lucky, having a spaceship!

[At the offer of getting to sit in the cockpit, he just grows even more excited. He bolts to the wing and starts to jump... and jump... and REACH... in a rather futile effort to get on up there.]

Yeah... haah, yeah! I wanna! I really wanna! Can I? Can I?!

[last_ofthe_jedi]

[Luke laughs as he climbs down from the wing.]

Hold on, hold on, let me help or you're going to fall.

[He hoists Picky up under the arms and holds him up just high enough that he can use the double wings as footholds.]

Climb up!

[imjustpicky]

Oh... okay. Hey, thanks! Yeah!

[The boost is enough to do it. Once Picky has a good grip on the edge of the wing, he can easily get himself atop it. And there he stands for a few moments, looking around with a sense of wonder. He's on the wing of a spaceship...]

Wow...

So... so I can go in the cockpit? Yeah?

A

[donttellmetheodds]

[That was a loud noise.

Corran's R2 unit, Whistler, can't hold back a loud BLAT and Corran laughs too.]

I've had that happen way too many times.

[last_ofthe_jedi]

[Luke shakes his hand and inspects it for electrical burns.]

You know you're getting rusty when you forget to close the power valve for the board you're working on.

[Seeming satisfied that there was no permanent damage done, he rests his hands on his knees and gives Corran a begrudged look.] Have I mentioned that I hate this place?

[donttellmetheodds]

At least you're doing better than me. I can't even get that far unless I have Whistler here walk me through it.

And I'm pretty sure you have.

[last_ofthe_jedi]

[Luke smirks and nods to the droid before scooting to the wing and climbing down onto the grass.]

Well, I won't talk anyone's ear off about it but it does require mentioning now and again.

[He sorts through the tools on the grass before selecting one and facing Corran.]

And uh, are you doing al-... [he pauses to really think about that question. No one is alright in this place. He makes a face that suggests he's searching through his vocabulary for an appropriate word for their situation but can't really come up with one that really fits the sentence.]

Well, at least you're alive. [He says it in as optimistic a tone as he can manage, as if that's really the best they can hope for.]

[donttellmetheodds]

[He returns that with a smile.]

I already owe you too much to go dying on you.

[Though he does nudge Whistler forward.]

Do you need some astromech help on that? Whistler here has spent plenty of time interfacing with an X-Wing.

...even if he does enjoy being uncooperative at times.

[Action] Is fourth-walling ok, or no?

[notintwopieces]

[Jazz looks...unusually drone-y today. Walking by the park in a tailored suit, carrying a briefcase. The fact that he works at the bar and has no need to dress like this or carry a case is the first sign he's probably up to no good. Or lots of good, when it comes to the rules of the City.

The second sign would be the way he slows to a stop and just stares for a moment at the ship and the man working on it's wing before breaking out into a big, amused grin.

No way. You can't be serious. That's...there is no way.

He saunters over for a closer look, letting out a low, appreciative whistle. The models shown in the movie are nothing compared to the real thing!]

Man, this is nice! [Sure, it's got a few dings and lazer-fire burns, but after a few million years fighting in his own intergalactic war, he doesn't know anyone who doesn't have his fair share of those.] How's it fly? Or does the city restrict that, too?

[last_ofthe_jedi]

((I LOVE fourth-walling! See my permissions post for more details concerning spoilers and such.

BTW, do I have permission for Luke to use the Force on Jazz? Mostly reading emotions and such for drone-like behavior.))

[The man's presence doesn't catch Luke's attention until he's fairly close. Luke inspects his hand for burns and only briefly glances down over the wing at him, though he remains alert for any sign of trouble. When the man's very un-drone-like interest becomes evident Luke scoots to the edge of the craft, grinning back.]

No restrictions that I can see besides being able to really go anywhere that isn't Mayfield... which I suppose is all the restriction you really need for a spacecraft.

[Still, Luke admires the ship fondly, laser scorch-marks and all. The last time he saw it it was covered in sludge and sitting at the bottom of a swampy mud hole. This is a vast improvement.]

You know much about ships?

[notintwopieces]

((Woot! :3 And totally, Force sense all over him! /o/ If he goes too deep, He'll see Jazz is a lot less cheerful then he acts, and that he's currently put and about putting up anti-mayfield propaganda posters that are hidden in his briefcase. And trying to incite rebellion >_>))

[If he were to be honest, Jazz can't help but feel a little nerdy, silly glee, because who would ever have thought he'd meet Luke Skywalker of all humans? Or that he even existed??? So when he just gives a bit of an awed giggle and shakes his head up at the ship when he answers and mutters a soft "This's just groovy...!" it's as much over that as it is the ship itself.

Outwardly, though, he simply plays it off as admiring the X-wing. Play it cool, mech, play it cool.]

Wonder what happened if y'just kept goin' up. If we're on a planet, we may be able t'get back t'our home-planets from there. Though if you're here an' I'm here, too, I doubt it's as simple as planetary tr-OH! I'm sorry, that was rude! [He holds up his hand in an offered handshake, dropping the briefcase beside him.]. Name's Jazz, nice t'meetcha! I just meant...well, where I'm from, th'humans have a movie series 'boutcher galaxy! We all thought it was fiction, which means if it's not, then the people in charge here musta found some way'a bridgin' th'gap between different realities! Gotta few scientist buddies back home who'd love t'take a crack at a puzzle like that.

[He shook his head at the question, glancing back at the ship apreciatively.]

No, not particularly. I can pilot them, but I'm grounder myself. Physically, that is. Mayfield's d'cided I'd make a pretty stylish human, but my race is robotic, an' we take vehicular disguises t'hide. I can't fly. Don't mean I can't appreciate a gorgeous piece'a machinery, though, an' these things were pretty slick lookin' on th'big movie screen.

Which...begs th'question...has it got it's cache'a munitions still on it...? [Because that much destructive firepower could be...very useful...]]

[last_ofthe_jedi]

[Luke can't help but let the guy's cheerful demeanor rub off on him a little bit and he smiles in response, though he can't seem to get a word in edgewise. Luke doesn't mind, and is in fact a little amused at all Jazz has to say while he takes his hand in a friendly handshake. However, when he hears the words "movie series" his smile fades and his expression is wraught with confusion and a bit of shock.

If Luke had heard something like that back when he first arrived in Mayfield he'd have laughed it off, thinking someone was just crazy or making things up. However, he's been here long enough now to know that just about anything is possible. He doesn't even think twice about Jazz being a member of some kind of race of robots.

He stares dumbfounded until Jazz finally asks him a question. Luke blinks and shakes himself from his thoughts.]

Uh. No, the laser canons and torpedo launchers got removed--waitwaitwait. Movie series. You mean... movies, people watch them for entertainment. My reality, the events and people in it are the subjects of a movie series where you come from? I'm just--... making sure I heard that right.

[Even as he's wrapping his brain around that idea he's searching Jazz' thoughts for any hint of a lie... and isn't finding one.]

A)

[begintheoperation]

[Fran can also be seen in the park, inspecting the tractor cows]