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Open I don't like sand

Discussion in 'Horizon' started by Leia Organa, Dec 21, 2017.

  1. Leia Organa

    Leia Organa Star Wars

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    December 1, Year 7
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    She didn't remember falling asleep. The night had been a long one, filled with raucous celebration, and clearly at some point she'd come crashing down off the high of defeating the Empire and allowed exhaustion to drag her down into slumber because right now the sun was beating against her closed eyelids and demanding she open them. Delaying the inevitable Leia threw an arm over her face to block the light, her mind already racing ahead to remind her of all the things she had yet to do, all the work that lay in front of them now that they'd accomplished their goal. It hardly seemed fair, but they couldn't expect every last Imperial to surrender just because their leader was dead - if anything it was liable to make a portion of them lash out all the harder.

    She rolled onto her back, realizing as she did that the surface below her wasn't familiar, shifting strangely underneath her. Patting the ground beneath her and finding sand sliding through her fingers at least had the benefit of jolting her awake, the sun's gentle wake-up taking on a harsher tone as she sat up, forced to squint as she scanned her surroundings with a mounting sense of terror clawing its way up her throat. Sand. Sand everywhere, replacing the forest of Endor's moon as if it had never been.

    Adrenaline propelled her to her feet before she'd even taken it all in, not that it mattered once she had - it took every ounce of her self control and several minutes of forcing herself to take deep breaths to fight down the panic that was threatening to consume her. Whatever this was she could figure it out, she just needed to think rationally. ...Except that there was nothing rational about moving from a forest to desert while one was sleeping. She'd been surrounded by an entire tribe of Ewoks, not to mention members of the Rebellion - it wasn't like she could have been carried off without someone noticing.

    And yet…

    Logic had no explanation for this, and the longer she stood there the more she realized just how hot it was. Standing around waiting to die of thirst wasn't going to do her any good and after another scan of the horizon Leia picked a direction - one that had the suggestion of a rise in elevation, she thought - and started walking. Finding water should be her priority, after that she could worry about finding someone to demand answers from.

     
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  2. Junkrat

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    After being dragged into a dark oblivion, Jamison's vision returned promptly-- the sudden change from pitch darkness to blinding sunlight causing him to wince and squint. His right arm had been freed from the vines for him to use to block his eyes from the burning sun, and after taking a whirling glance around himself, he saw the last tendrils of the groping foliage recede away into the hot orange sand beneath him. "Uhh..." It was quite unheard of for Junkrat to be speechless, and it didn't last long. "...Wull THAT'S diff'rent."

    He picked himself up and checked that his artificial limbs weren't damaged nor his precious explosives stolen before glancing around at the desert surrounding him. The faint buzz of toxic radiation was no longer in the air. This was not the Outback. "...Roadie?" He called, finding his obnoxious voice wavering just a wee bit. Only his own echo replied, and it made him feel very, very alone. "Blimey, where ya gone off to, mate? Can't leave a job halfway through..." He mumbled, halfheartedly trying to make a joke and place the blame of this odd situation on somebody else.

    Junk wasn't afraid, he decided. He was angry. Angry at being robbed of his gold, robbed of his mate and bodyguard, robbed of the chance to exact his revenge on the bloody Queen. In fact, HE was the one who had physically been stolen this time. That was a first. What had happened wasn't absurd, he was used to absurd. What had happened was downright rude, and he was going to do something about it. Seeing a flickering settlement in the distance, he started marching towards it, hoping it wasn't a mirage in the heat.

    Before long, he caught sight of another figure walking through the hot shimmering air, looking a bit more miserable and worn than he, who was used to ungodly heat. "Oi!" He called in his heavy Australian accent, waving his metallic arm above him with much more energy than he should posses underneath the sweltering sun. The orange steel glinted in the light, as intended. Again with much too exuberant of energy for the climate, he hobbled closer. "Out for an aftahnoon stroll?" He joked with a giggling laugh.


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  3. Amber

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    She may be considered underage here, something she had to get used too again but she had decided to finally explore outside the main town using the clockwork buses. Thankfully they were free of charge and one had just dropped her off when she noticed movement in the far distance. The blonde girl frowned, whatever or whoever it was were for now just a pair of black dots but they were moving and she debated going to see what was out there.

    After a minute of going over her options, Amber nodded as they were heading in her direction and she started to head out. Especially as they drew closer, the approaching pair seemed to be humans and while she wasn't a local of the desert community, she could help in other ways even if she hadn't been here as long as some others.

    But she would wait until they drew closer before saying everything - just to make sure the approaching beings were actually humans.
     
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  4. Leia Organa

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    Intellectually Leia knew that deserts were hot and arid places, but she discovered as she trudged on and on that there was a vast gulf between knowing that in your head and being physically subjected to it in all it's miserable glory. Unsurprisingly, she was not a fan, particularly given she was still in the dress she'd been wearing last night, the thick fabric doing nothing to help reduce the heat, and the only positive in the whole situation was that the more she walked the more clear it became that there was some kind of civilization further ahead. She just had to get to it.

    Thus far her walk had been a solitary one, so she could perhaps be forgiven for starting at the sound of a voice behind her, wheeling around to face its owner as if expecting an attack. And, honestly, the man's appearance didn't exactly reassure her, though her obviously wary expression was smoothed away with the ease of long practice. Diplomacy first, to buy her time to figure out if she was truly in danger or not. "Nothing like a bit of exercise, don't you agree?" Her smile was swift and wry, suddenly starkly aware of just how sweaty she was. The last thing she wanted to do was stand around and have a chat.

    "Would you care to join me?" If she was lucky she'd be able to pry some information out of him; he certainly seemed in good spirits and she could only assume that likely made him a local.

     
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  5. Junkrat

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    "Eh. Got nothin' else ta do." Jamie shrugged exaggeratedly and held his hands behind his back like a mock-gentleman as he did indeed join her stroll. He eyed her for a moment when her gaze was turned away, not noticing that she was rightfully wary of him. People being paranoid and careful was a normal thing to him. If anything, she seemed overly friendly and trusting. Inviting him to partake in her afternoon stroll? Foolish girl.

    But unfortunately, it didn't look like she had very much on her worth robbing. Bummer. "So, uh, what's this wasteland called? And what're you called?" He asked, glancing around before jutting the accusatory question towards her. Her hair looked strange, and she was sweating a lot. Had she never felt the gentle heat of the desert sun before?

    "Hey, you seen any bloke bout yay tall,--" he hopped upward to attempt to bring his reaching fingertips to the correct height. "--wearing a shark mask, who goes by the name Roadhog?" He asked, half hopeful and half accusatory. "How about a hovercraft full o' gold and uh... dynamite?" Surely such precious things couldn't have gone far, right?
     
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    She had continued walking at the sounds of faint voices in the distance, picking up the pace as the other two people came into view. The woman looked like she was from some kind of another world but the man looked a bit more familiar like he had come straight from her home.

    Finally stopping a couple of feet away on hearing the tail-end of their conversation, she took a minute to study the pair. It was weird but she kind of felt homesick for where she had come from even with the whole trying to survive deal. Lowering her gaze, she debated saying something - the man had mentioned explosives after all and she was wondering why he was looking for them.
     
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