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|Date of Scene=2015/06/19
|Location=Planetary Plains
|Synopsis=Yoda arrives in the multiverse.
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|Cast of Characters=414, 516, 606, 642, 675, 711, 796, 820
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:820|Yoda (820)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A streak of orange light can be seen across the skies of the nearby farms in the Planetary Plains this afternoon. It punches through atmosphere and white cloud, eventually cooling so that the flaming line of red fades into naught but a grey dot.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;This grey dot is a relatively common sight: a simply space pod that is twisting and turning in the air as gravity starts to take hold of it proper. As it falls faster and faster, reaching terminal velocity in mere moments, it catches a few gazes from onlookers below. It... well, it didn't appear to be slowing down! The local farmers watch as the pod disappears over the horizon, gone from view. But they can still hear the thunderous crash of it hitting the ground at near full force. BOOOOOM!<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Right in the middle of a perfectly formed crater, some fifty meters wide, is the space pod. The hunk of metal is steaming and creaking from its voyage, dented and bruised from the rough landing. Fingers crossed there are surviving occupants!<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:796|Sarah Rogers (796)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Sarah Rogers pops out out a nearby warpgate just in time to see the pod coming down. She follows the trail through the sky, descending as she goes, and looks for fires along it's path. If there are any she immediately alerts the local authorities over the open frequencies.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Once she's reached the pod, she circles slowly around it, looking for any identifying marks and signs of life, "Hello?" She calls out carefully, "Is anyone alive in there?" She risks going in a little closer, trying to figure out how hot the thing is before touching it.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Receiving the distress call, Ferham had doubled back toward the super expansive planetary plains as she had teleported nearby earlier. Finding the crash site was deceptively difficult, and relied on some quick math and triangulation of where the site had apparently been. A single light streaks across the sky as if to follow the downed craft, finally crossing over the farmland as the winged woman slows down to a cruising speed, rapidly descending to the crash site.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:606|Jimmy Wen (606)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Hey, man. Hey!" There's a decidedly city-slicker looking fellow on the side of a dirt road. He waves an arm at an old man in a pickup truck, flagging the driver down. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Can I help ya, son?" <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "I wanna see what that crashed thing is. You headed that way?" <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Nup. Sorry, young fella--" <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "How about for two hundred?" <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "/Dollars?/" <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The hitch-hiker smiles and waves a pair of Benjamins temptingly. "Right here, cash, in your hand. You don't even have to drive me right up to it. Best business opportunity of the year, just waiting for you to take it." <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Hop in." <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Jimmy Wen hands over the money, and the old man takes off. It's a quiet ride, only lasting a few minutes. The truck's a recent model--recent enough that after a few minutes of cruising, the radio starts playing static. The wizard pretends to look at something else while the driver fiddles uselessly with it. "Here's fine," he says as they arrive roughly a hundred feet or so. "Thanks, old timer." The bills stare up at him from the front seat, and he idly wonders what a car radio goes for these days. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Jimmy ambles up to the lip of the crater and gawks.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:642|Landon al Cid (642)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Landon al Cid, Prince of Ramuh, has been pretty concerned with, well, with the war going on in his own homeworld lately, to the exclusion of a lot of multiversal activity. But distress beacons are something a little bit different. At a bit of prodding from Cirra to get him to do what he already wanted to do anyway, Landon snagged one of the many vehicle summon matrixes he had access to, had Cirra climb aboard, and headed off through the warp gate in a conjured jet. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; It's Landon's belief, after all, that when people need help, you should help them. When people are crying out for assistance, to ignore them is almost as bad as actively hurting people. It's the taciturn acceptance of pain that Landon struggles against, and the desire to see a better world. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The two-seater conjured jet touches down near the edge of the crater. Landon deactivates the whole affair, and the jet goes clear, turns into a series of lines in the shape of a jet like a technical drawing, and then folds up into a small ball. Landon tucks the ball into his armored pocket, offers a hand to Cirra, and starts moving up the crater.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:820|Yoda (820)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The pod itself is /very/ hot, a result of having passed through the atmosphere. For a regular human it would burn, but there are plenty of non-regular humans in these parts! There are no visible markings on the ship, not even a title or sign of allegiance. It's blank, the thick hunk of durasteel now resting with no decorations.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Suddenly, a humming noise sets in from the pod and the internal mechanisms of the craft begin to stir. Something hisses as pressure is released, before the hatch slowly opens. Once it is completely open, the figure of Yoda is revealed. It's a slow walk he makes from the pod, leaning heavily on his gnawed-looking walking stick as the diminutive green figure squints at first, eyes adjusting to the afternoon sun. His pointy ears raise and lower as he takes in the area.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Mmmmm."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:414|Revan (414)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Even when she wasn't performing escort duties for the former Imperial ship, the Rogue Shadow, or keeping various and sundry villain groups from wreaking havoc in Paragon City, or even trying to figure out how to protect her own galaxy, Lowri Revan-Shan always seemed to be working anyway. The busy life of a Jedi, seems. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Leaving the Ebon Hawk to her robotic retinue to continue its escort of the Rogue Shadow -- and hopefully her friends there could catch some more sleep -- the Guardian took a slightly less-flashy way in via swoop bike to follow the signal. The locals, she figured, would probably appreciate the lack of freighter descending on their fields. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Pulling the hoverbike to a stop at the lip of the crater and dismounting, Lowri peered down at it before her mismatched eyes lifted back to everyone else at the edge. "Well, knocking's right out unless you want to burn your hand off," she quipped even as she extended her senses towards whatever life-forms were in the pod. Sure, if it was hostile and Force-sensitive, it was definitely going to know she was there. But she had to risk it if whomever was in there was in danger, and it was part of the job to help people out. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Sometimes, staying on the Light Side of the path could really be a bother...but if it was easy, it wouldn't have been so tempting to fall from it. <br> <br>

:'''{{#var:796|Sarah Rogers (796)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Okay this small green being doesn't seem to be an immediate threat, Sarah alights about midway down the crater for a closer, but not too close, of a look, "Hello.. ah.. Sir? Many people heard your distress call. What can we do for you? Do you need medical attention?" She tries to peer past him to the inside of the pod. "Do you have any other passengers?" Could anyone else even fit in that thing?<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Thankfully, Ferham shared no human frailty and was able to approach the pod a bit closer, though she was still cautious lest it issue hostile passengers or for whatever fuel it used to combust. As it's doors begin to open Ferham takes a step back, her thigh-high booted legs balancing against the uneven and heated terrain. <br /> <br /> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "I'd be careful, the gasses that are being emitted can't be healthy for an organic," Ferham peers over at Serah, who seemed to be curiously exploring around it. Upon noticing the small, green-skinned figure, she blinked. "Greetings, are you injured? are you in need of medical care?" she didn't wave or make any other gesture, not wanting to frighten whoever it was.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:675|Cirra Constantine (675)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Part of Cirra's motivation was to keep Landon out of Galandia for a while, it makes finding him by assasins much harder. The other part was to hopefully see him cheer up a bit. When the blue and white jet lands and begins fading away, the Judge and bodygaurd lands on her feet lightly from the backseat. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She looks over the crater at the pod, then watches as the pod opens and a little green man steps out. She looks at Landon, "What is it science fiction used to write hundreds of years ago, little green men from Bahumat?"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:414|Revan (414)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Well. The pale-haired Knight definitely recognised the race to go by the vague form she could make out, not to mention a /very/ strong connection to the Force. "Master Vandar...?" she ventured, peering through the steam until she could see and sense more clearly. No, this was definitely not one of her old Masters, but doubtless a Master nonetheless. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; It was probably best to err on the side of being polite...at least today. Revan could be a horrible troll, but it seemed that this moment was likely a good time to eschew her usual mischief and snarky comments. "Greetings, Master," she hailed, folding her hands into the sleeves of her robe and rendering a proper bow. "As it's been noted, we received the distress call."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:642|Landon al Cid (642)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Something to that effect," Landon agrees wryly, "Or little green men from the Core." <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Landon moves forward, carefully. He's always had something of a Thing about nonhumes. It's hard to remember that they're people after a life of them not existing. But Landon is as tolerant and open-minded as a person can *get*, so what little Thing he's had has mostly just been a niggling weirdness in the back of his mind. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "You seem unharmed," Landon calls, knee atop the crater, arm draped over his knee, "But if there is anything we might do to provide assistance..."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:606|Jimmy Wen (606)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Jimmy quirks an eyebrow above his aviators, reaching into his pocket for something. He pulls out a candy bar, unwraps it, and takes a seat on the edge of the crater. The little green man is, of course, interesting, but he's in no hurry to get blasted by whatever mojo or gizmos he's packing. Wen takes a bite out of his candy bar, and shouts a greeting towards Ferham. "Heya, Ferham!"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:711|Corona Arclite (711)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Corona Arclite took a few extra minutes to respond to the distress call. Mostly because she took a few extra moments to make sure she had her tools and supplises, just in case. Because there was a space craft to either repair, or possibly salvage, afterwards. Or hit might hit something else on the farms needing to be repaired.<br /><br />Afterwards though, it doesn't take her long from the warpgate and her steampunk cruiser pulls up alongside the crater. The vehicle looks like an oversized tri-cycle, with the front wheel replaced by a treaded unit and huge truck like back wheels. Some exhaust steam is still puffing out of the dual exhaust stacks even as Corona stands up to lean over the bull-skull decorated handlebars. "Whooo wee! Looks like that was one hellubva rough landin'. Any signs of a survivor yet?"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:820|Yoda (820)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Yoda's eyes remain fixed on Sarah initially, slightly narrow as they're still adjusting to the bright sunshine. Clearing his throat, the cloaked green figure shakes his head. "Single passenger, I am." He replies. "Worry not, for I am unhurt and safe from injury." Though he does lean on his stick just a bit more, perhaps for dramatic effect. Both of his three fingered hands wrap about the nubby head of it, clenching it tightly as he leans forward just a moment.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As others begin to close in around the scene, Yoda's ears twitch at the sound of 'Master', before a steadier glance is given to Revan. Then to the others.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Off course, I seem to have drifted. And attracted a crowd." There's a slow sounding, bemused sounding 'heh' that escapes his lips, before he shakes his head. "Please. Describe, someone can? What system is this?"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:796|Sarah Rogers (796)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Sarah steps back a little and looks at Revan hopefully, she seems to know a little more about what's going on, "I'm not sure if this planet has a proper name beyond 'Earth Prime' and that's becoming more inaccurate all the time.. It's complicated." At least this creature seems friendly and unhurt, if a little odd, "Can you talk uhm.. forwards?" She asks awkwardly<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "You're on the planetary plains sector of the multiverse, welcome," Ferham is pleasantly surprised the creature is not only intelligent but also civilized, noting the clothes and cane it bears. "Oh, Wen, how did you get here?" she frowned a little, noticing the man greeting her from the edge of the crater. "Little bit far from the city for you, isn't it?" she smiled a little and took a step back to get a bit closer for conversation.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:675|Cirra Constantine (675)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The little green fellow asks where he is, and Cirra responds by lifting one hand and motioning Landon forward. "This is going to require diplomacy. Thats your field of expertise, oh Prince."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:711|Corona Arclite (711)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>"Complicated is puttin' it lightly," Corona sides to Sarah, followed by the foxgirl hopping off her ride. "Let's just say the world is pro'ly a whole lot bigger than y'all ever knew possible, an' leave it at that fer now. Wouldn't wanna overwhelm the fellar on the first meetin'."<br /><br />Speaking of the green fella, people seem to be regarding him with some amount of importance, so she follows suit, removing her brass-lined stetson with one hand and tipping it polite-like forward as she bows. "Corona Arclite; machinest, metalworker and in general tinkerer, at yer service." It would be imporper to not make an appropriate introduction. Only 'bad' cowboys are that rude.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:414|Revan (414)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; While Master Vandar had spoken in more straightforward Basic -- at least, how the multiverse seemed to translate it as for her -- Lowri was at least familiar with the speech patterns. "That's straightforward, generally," she explained to Sarah before turning back to Yoda. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "This is..." and then turned back to Sarah. "Where are we again?" <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And then back to Yoda. "We're...basically out of the galaxy we knew. This place isn't anywhere in any recorded system. We're in what amounts to a collection of different worlds, universes, and realities. Although, the Force would seem to follow us wherever we go." <br> <br>

:'''{{#var:642|Landon al Cid (642)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Well, there's really not much for Landon to say. Other people have said it already. "I think that others have this covered," Landon admits.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:606|Jimmy Wen (606)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Hitched a ride," he says. "Don't want my car getting dirty from all the back-country driving." He munches on the candy bar, finishing it off, then wipes his hands and slides down the edge of the crater to get a better look. Nearly losing his balance at the conclusion of his slide, he clears his throat and straightens his lapels as if it didn't happen.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:820|Yoda (820)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Listen backwards, your solution is." Yoda replies with a small smirk to Sarah, his crinkly green nose wrinkling just a bit. "Multiverse? Hrm." The small Master considers this information, unsure exactly of what it meant. Still, his lips seem to purse in thought, continuing to look about at the guests who have assembled. When some further explanations are made, especially from Revan, Yoda closes his eyes and seems to concentrate. What he feels he doesn't quite explain, but the look of worry and sadness that comes across his face isn't hidden.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Finally, he speaks again. "Yoda, my name is. Appreciate everyone's help, I do." The look of sadness passes, his lipless mouth curving into a crooked smile. "A solid tasting soup, I would very much appreciate. Move on from this place, shall we?"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:711|Corona Arclite (711)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Corona Arclite puts her hat back on. "Gettin' ya somewhere a bit more comfortable for some vittles pro'ly is a good idea." She looks back to Yoda. And down to Yoda. She's not use to having to look down to people. Other than Target.<br /><br />Then looks over to the pod in the smoking crater. Well it wasn't a full ship, that's probably a good thing. "What about yer li'l capsule there?"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:796|Sarah Rogers (796)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Sarah looks at Revan and shrugs, then points at Ferham, "She said it was the Planetary Plains Sector, sounds legit to me." She says with a sheepish grin. "I'm Sarah, Rogers." She says as she turns back towards Yoda, but also for the benefit of everyone here she's never met. She relaxes visibly as the little green guy seems to have a sense of humor. That's always a good sign! "There's a place to eat that you can get to just by thinking abuot how hungry you are and finding a door. One of the more helpful quirks of this place."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Indeed, some of the things you will see here are difficult to explain, but this is essentially a kind of megacontinent, many other pieces of land were drawn here, this is where you are now," Ferham nods to Serah and Yoda. "Hitched a ride? Oh I see, you didn't want your vehicle becoming dirty, how quaint," Ferham turned a little to look Jimmy Wen over. "Guess offering to brush the dust off my boots is a bad idea, huh?" she playfully smirked and fanned her wings out. <br /> <br /> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Well if he's not hurt and knows people here I think there doesn't need to be a rescue," she gestured to the small green man.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:414|Revan (414)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The worry and sadness didn't go unnoticed -- to say nothing of what she could feel through the Force -- but Lowri didn't comment on it. Instead, she simply smiled faintly, her eyes closing briefly. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "I'm Revan, Guardian of the Jedi Order. Though I prefer to go by Lowri Shan, now." Generally, it might not have necessarily been prudent to give her 'real' name out, considering that she still wasn't sure /when/ Yoda was from, but something told her it was for the best. Not that her real name was recognisable anyway, thank the Force for small miracles. <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Ah...yes, I'd agree," she commented, glancing around the surrounding area. "As for soup...well, I would say the Multiversal Bar and Grill has to be the only place outside the galaxy which serves what we're familiar with. That's the only place I've asked for Tionese and haven't been stared blankly at." <br> <br>

:'''{{#var:820|Yoda (820)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Yoda turns to face the capsule when Corona queries it, his eyes looking at it for a drawn out moment, before he just shakes his head. Everything he does appears to take a few seconds longer than it should, apparently! "Leave it, we can. It holds little importance on its own." Curiously, he seems to look at Sarah with an air of wonder. "Magical door, hrm? Stepped into a truly different place, I have."<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Daring to take a few more steps forward, Yoda leans heavily on his stick that is gripped by his right hand as he sort of limps across the dirt kicked up by the crater. "Revan?" Yoda pauses at that name, before waving a hand to dismiss any idle thought.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Mmm. Very interesting, this all is. Lots to catch up on, I seemingly do. Come. Visit this Bar and Grill, we will." Another look goes around to everyone.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Appreciate, I do, that everyone has come to see me. A warm welcome this is. It will not be unforgotten."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:606|Jimmy Wen (606)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Bar and Grill's pretty good, from what I hear. Haven't been there yet to try it, but I'd like to. Down for visiting it if you are! The name's Jimmy Wen, by the way. I'm the resident method master, so you should call me if you need anything--and I do mean anything. I have very competitive rates, priced for all levels of venture capitalists." He looks over his shoulder at Ferham. "Speaking of--name your best offer on the boot shining deal."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:711|Corona Arclite (711)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>"Iffen y'all say so," Corona replies with a shrug of her shoulders. It's just a small escape pod type craft, if Yoda says there's nothing important inside then it's not really big enough to be worth the parts, either. Her tail flicks a few times as she trods down from the crater ledge, and slings herself back up onto her chopper. "Iffen anyone needs a ride outta here, bike's got room for two."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:796|Sarah Rogers (796)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Sarah furrows her brow, "The only door I see around here is the one in your pod, and I'm not sure if we can all fit through there." She looks at Ferham in particular, with those large metal wings. "I'm still fairly new though, are there other tricks we can use to get there?"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Lets talk about it over drinks, if you like?" Ferham turned to Jimmy as her wings slid out wide to either side of her. "I just hope you don't mind being carried," Fer then promptly reached and, utilizing superior Reploid strength would just pick Jimmy Wen right up and hold him in her arms, in a sort of daring reversal of the handsome prince and fair maiden. Right now the maiden was doing the carrying. "Hold on tight, alright?" she grinned and kicked off the ground with one leg, as if she was going to toss a three point shot in basketball--except she'd just keep on going, up up and awaaaay.~<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:414|Revan (414)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Had Yoda actually recognised her name? As much as she was inclined to dismiss that as a coincidence or a misreading, Lowri had learned not to assume things when it came to the multiverse. "It can boggle even a Jedi mind, Master," she replied instead. The Bar & Grill -- and answers -- awaited.<br> <br>


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