trans_9 | Shore Leave!

Entry tags:

Shore Leave!

Suddenly, the usual relative peace of the ship is disrupted by a rather loud announcement from Stacy.

||Attention, Attention. All personnel please report to the Observation Deck. Attention, Attention. All personnel please report to the Observation Deck. Attention, Attention, all personnel...||

It's entirely likely that she won't stop repeating the announcement until, well, everyone reports to Obs Deck. The mouth in the huge statue on the wall opens, revealing a screen. On it, the dossier for the mission flickers into display, understandable to every person there. Smaller copies of the dossier appear in holographic form in front of everyone.

The planet's stats, right next to a rotating picture of it, blue with thousands of small islands just barely visible, are as follows:

Planet Designation: Zokez II
Status: Terrestrial, H-class.
Non-sentient life: Extensive flora and fauna.
Semi-Sentient Life: Yes.
Sentient Life: Various species of intelligent life, including Homo Sapiens.
Water: 96% of the planet's surface.

Climate: Similar to Earth's tropical island regions. [Click here for cultural equivalents for non-Earth cultures.]
Landscape: All land is in the form of tropical islands. A large portion of this land is highly developed for commercial use by resorts and other entertainment industries.
Air: Normoxic concentration: 28% oxygen, 62% nitrogen, 5% xenon, 5% trace gases, such as hydrogen, krypton, and argon.

Air Pressure: 14.543 pounds per square inch.
Sky: Blue with silver-white clouds.
Sun: A class F2V, yellow star.

Warnings: Deep water areas can be hazardous to those with limited skill in swimming.

Mission: None. Shore leave is now initiated.

--

...Waitaminute. That's no mission.

It's a goddamn vacation.

[ooc: SHORE LEAVE IS GO.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"I do not know the meaning of this, either," Arha said, blinking at Vader for a moment. "It is a period of rest, apparently. There are many who did not deal well with much of the last incident on board. I suppose they are to recuperate."

Arha blinked and put aside the flashes of her world being torn to piece by the Ohm.

"You are, most likely, denied your weapon because you are prone to lopping people in half," she said frankly. "You will be fine." Arha looked vaguely amused. "I bring no weapon, either, but then...I am the weapon."

She nudged him gently in the shoulder.

"I shall protect you from the sunshine, Krispyman. That is all the danger we face."

"I do not require my lightsaber to break a human in half, I could do it with my own two-- what did you just call me?"

Vader drew himself to his full height to stare down at her, his eyes full of yellow fire.

"You will be more krispy if you stay in the sun," Arha said, staring up at him with mild amusement. "And you are krispied, you know this. It is fact. You are also a man. So. You are a krispy man."

She blinked and sighed, holding up a hand.

"Come now, I was only teasing."

Vader took this oppurtunity to stop leaning passive against his respirator unit and instead gesticulate wildly.

"I earned my scars! I am a veteran of the Clone Wars, I gave my body in service to the Galaxy but no being allows that to stop them from mocking me, I burnt for hours before the Emperor saved me! I lay on the burning sands with one arm left to try and escape--"

This will go on for a while.

"I have seen this and I know full well what you have been through," Arha murmured patiently, leaning her head back against the wall while he went on. He hadn't yet had his morning rail in her presence. Obviously, this was a good time to let him get it all out. Hopefully, he would not scare any small children after all.

But then...he was flailing all over the place.

"But if you wish to elaborate, please, do so louder. I am sure the whole of this deck wishes to hear. Again."

"They will all hear!" Vader said, turning and directing his tirade to the general populace. "Who here wishes to question my service? Who will challenge me now that we are out of the reach of the living ship? We will land on this planet and only I will emerge from this craft, if you so wish!"

"Vader," Arha said. "We are never out of her reach. You are wearing the ship and you do not wish to find out what her punishment shall be. I do not recommend you find you. She may force you to do something truly terrible."

She shook her head.

"You may be forced to stay with me for the entire time you are aboard this ship. As for questioning your service, I did not. You choose to interpret my words as mocking. They were not." Arha nudged him again. "It was but a light tease. I can add 'learning what a sense of humor is' to our lengthy list of activities right along with common manners."

Vader itched to wrap his hands all the way around her neck- he was unsure whether it would snap beneath the strain, or if he would be granted ever last jerk and spasm as she suffocated.

"How can you so willingly submit to tyranny?" he growled, "Is it because you are allowed the chance to perpetuate it? I find no part of this situation humorous. As for manners, I am not a child, nor some kind of peon. I will act in any manner I choose."

"You have no sense of humor," Arha said. "Such is why you cannot find the lighter," she emphasized it subtlety, "qualities in this situation. We go to a planet with a great deal of sun and much in the way of water. You are, yes? Not dressed for such a thin. You will fry like lizard eggs on a rock at the day's highest point."

She peered up at him again, then took a step forward.

"Of course you will act in any manner you choose, and one day that will get you killed. I am charged to see that you do not die. This I will do, whether you agree with it or not."

"I long to meet the one capapble of killing me," Vader snarled, "I long to finally be freed from my duties and allowed to die, but it will not happen yet. I do not intend to go out anywhere attired in such a manner-- I will stay aboard this craft until it returns to the ship, if I am unable to escape off-world."

"That is boring, Vader. Such is a first. I have not found your boring before," she said with a touch of a frown. "You will stare at walls and have nothing to do. Perhaps Luke will take you somewhere." There was a slight pause. "Do not think that this means I shall leave you be. You and I, we still meet in the mornings for healing. Perhaps they will be shorter, but they will happen."

"Do you find me amusing?" he hissed. "I am not a trained nexu, with filed claws that dances upon command. I will stay here and retain my dignity, and I will hold to our bargain so that my son may be spared your tender mercies, but I will do nothing for your amusement."

"I find you intriguing," she said, ignoring his hissing completely. "I do not ask for much, Vader. Only that you be still and not fight when I attempt to make your quality of life better."

Arha paused once more, this time to examine the unfamiliar word.

"I wish to see this...nexu. I do not think I have done so before. And your son can defend himself from far worse than myself without blinking. He is a trained and wise Jed-Eye Master. Do not forget."

"Thanks," Luke said, coming up beside her at last. "It's nice to hear a little confidence in the Grandmaster now and then." He smiled and put a hand warmly on her shoulder.

"Father giving you trouble?"

"Does he ever not? Fight, fight, fight, pulverize Jed-Eye, challenge the ship to a duel." Arha shook her head and squeezed Luke's hand, her expression wry. "But such is true. If I were a threat, you would handle me quite well. You may tell your father that I am not one, but I am sure he will disagree until his eyeballs chase themselves across the floor."

"I am here," Vader said, scowling at the both of them. "I can hear you talk about me- I am not deaf, nor am I a child."

"When you act civilized," Arha said in a very quiet voice, "I shall address you in a manner that is not fit for a child. You have not earned the respect due a man quite yet. For now, I shall call you, wali."

She fixed her eyes on Vader and arched an eyebrow.

"Prove me wrong and I will address in another manner."

"I do not wish you to address me at all," Vader groaned. "I have no desire to hear you speak and were it feasible and I free from this new prison, I would ensure that you no longer could."

"Mmm," was all Arha said for a moment and then her eyebrows arched. "You may jump up and down and hurl objects if you wish. I have gotten used to blocking flying things. You are stuck with me, wali. It is a terrible fate, indeed."

"Do you get some sort of pleasure from fueling my connection to the Dark Side? I have no killed any of your family, you have no business with me the way the others do."

"I am as you see me," Arha said with a gesture. "I have taken a water oath to protect my Jed-Eye and those related to them. You are my business, now, as you are Luke's father and your lungs are unhealed. These two things are binding, Vader. That you find displeasure in this arrangement has no effect on either of those duties."

"Do not pretend as though you have some grand aspiration, or are some great humanitarian. You do not care for me any more than I care for you."

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Shore Leave!

Re: Detachment Procedures

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject