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Kung-Fu Human

Some people might assume that, by the way he still wore his coat like armor, and carried his sword slung across his back, that he was uncomfortable, paranoid, or simply overly concerned about being on this ship. The truth was, he wore those as a matter of course.

Free from the slime-filled cocoons where he had apparently been asleep for the Record knows how long, the Akashic had decided that, rather than harass or bother the people who had clearly been here for some time for a tour, he was going to make his own. With the help of the omnicomm in his hand and a general sense of adventure, Morgan was walking the length and breadth of the traversible areas of the ship, poking into corners and making curious noises at various things.

If it was all terribly unsettling to him, he had no intention of showing that.

[[OOC: Just let me know where you find him!]]

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As promised, Stephen was waiting by where the tentacles deposited people in the City. Once the Akashic was on his feet, the Etherite grabbed and hugged him, slapping Morgan soundly on the back.

"Tesla's violet rays, but it's good to see you. So, there are a couple things I can show you down here. The question is, where do you want to go first, really?"

The show of affection startled him. It must have been entirely too long for Stephen, and that was saying something. He returned the hug fiercely, though it hadn't been so long to his own mind that he'd seen his oldest friend.

Before anything, though, he held Stephen out for a brief 'are you starving yourself to death forgetting to eat, you moron' check.

So he might have been a little on the thin side compared to where Morgan remembered him, but the Akashic could probably feel that his shoulders weren't quite as thin as they had been. Stephen had just been doing the Son of Ether version of a workout--which meant building lots of things.

But no, not starving.

"Well?" Stephen asked, impatiently.

Seems he had some work to do here. Oh well -- one more for the list!

"How am I supposed to pick where I want to go when I don't know the options, Stephen?"

"Oh." Stephen blinked and then shook his head. "Well. We could go to my lab, but I mean, you saw the one back home. I don't think they're that different. I could just show you some of the sights around here. You asked where the bathroom was..."

He arched his brows and grinned. "Or we could just go straight to the place that surprised the hell out of me when I found it here."

"I can hold it," Morgan said. "Let's see the surprising place."

If it surprised Stephen, it had to be good.

It took a bit of riding the train, and then a bit of walking, as the place that Stephen had found was out of the way of most of the other places that had been discovered...

But he certainly felt that Doissetep was worth it, considering what it meant to the Traditions as a whole. He gestured to it grandly as they stood on the reddish soil surrounding it.

"I haven't been in there too far yet, for obvious reasons, but how cool is that?!"

Soren caught sight of the man from some distance away. Ah. Perhaps someone who could help.

"I'm looking for the Jedi Temple," he called out. "Could you point me in the correct direction?"

Jedi Temple?

He stops dead in his tracks, one hand lifted up to his shirt -- specifically where the crystal he wears underneath it presses against his chest. Very calmly, he lifts his voice to call back, "I don't know, I'm new here! It might be in the omincomms though?"

Hei was doing a bit of exploring on his own as well. Habit dictated that he look into every nook and cranny of the space he was living in, and even if the ship was huge, he intended to check out as much as he possibly could. Admittedly, he didn't think anyone would be pursuing him way out here in outer space, but old habits died hard.

While he had been to the weapons and possessions lockers the other day, Hei had opted to come back to the third level to look at the armory. If he had just been left with a single pair of knives, he was probably going to have to find some alternatives here at some point anyway--best to find them when he wasn't in need.

As he stepped inside, Hei found that he wasn't alone; someone else was already here on the terrace.

"Amazing," Morgan said, still playing with the holoscreen interface that allowed searching of the stocks. His own personal search, trying to find the Celestial Chorus Tradition Blade, had come up blank -- whether because it wasn't on board, or because the ship didn't recognize any of the parameters he'd searched on, he didn't know.

One might assume he was talking to Hei, but honestly he had failed to notice the other man's arrival. He was just speaking out loud.

Not surprising, really. Hei usually didn't make a point in flaunting his presence. All the same, he stepped closer and came to a stop next to Morgan, looking at the holoscreen as well.

"What is?" he asked. Certainly it couldn't be the fact that this "Celestrial Chorus Tradition Blade" wasn't available...

"Oh, it is," said Soren, walking up to him, "But I am not particularly astute at using these devices."

In fact, it seems he's managed to open every function on the Omnicomm simultaneously. It is probably calculating Pi and alphabetizing every alcoholic beverage known to man.

Morgan looked at Soren's omnicomm for a moment, wondering how that was even possible, before digging his own out of his pocket. He's much more familiar with the technology -- he's used a smartphone, after all.

"Let's see here.... Jedi Temple... " He shook his head again at the name, even as he started looking it up.

"The sheer number of weapons!" Morgan wasn't the type to jump when he was startled -- he was far too used to how often he missed such things as people walking up next to him to pay much attention to them any more. "I'm trying to imagine what possible use the number here could have..."

Not even going to help with that Omnicomm, huh, Morgan?

Soren raised an eyebrow at Morgan's reaction. "Are you familiar with the structure in some way? I was told it was where the Magical Department was based."

He's gonna give it a moment. If it doesn't clear up, THEN he'll help.

"It's a long and fairly awkward story. Let's just say I knew a Jedi or two, and I don't think very highly of the Order as a whole."

To judge by his dark expression, that was putting it very mildly indeed.

"Oh?" That gets his interest. "How odd, then, that they'd chose the Order's temple as a base of operations. What, exactly, did these Jedi do to earn your ire?"

"I assume there's a reason for it. I also assume the Jedi Order isn't very highly represented around here." Else they'd be attempting to take over for the good of everyone, in accordance with the will of the Force or whatever. "Most likely it was big and 'mystical' in nature. See, look at this map..."

He expanded it outwards a little. "It's right close to where we came in, and there's so much unexplored... probably got picked early on."

He lifted the omnicomm a little to attempt to compare their current location to the map. "Matter of criminal justice," he muttered.

Hmm. Well, he hadn't answered Soren's question, but he seemed to know his way around the Omnicomm.

"...Criminal justice?"

"Yes. They sentenced someone I cared about to death, unjustly."

He held out a hand for Soren's omnicomm, very calmly. He intended to keep himself under control no matter how painful the subject.

Soren handed it over with one smooth motion. No point in prying into the man's affairs, no matter how curious he was -- particularly if he wasn't eager to volunteer the information. He could ask someone else about these Jedi, and whether or not they were a threat.

"I see. You have my condolences."

"To 'save the universe.' Wasn't that the point?"

Hei stepped away from the display to stand closer to the window, eyes running down the seemingly endless rows of weapons. Well, it looked like if he couldn't find a replacement that he wouldn't be short of choices on some entirely different weapon...

"Yes, but I meant tactically. From what I've seen and read we have more weapons than people here by an amazing margin. Is there really that much weapon turnover? Are we supposed to have more people?" He shook his head as he stepped back from the display. He'd only been satisfying his own curiosity, after all; he didn't intend to get in the way of someone who was actually looking.

"It's over and done, it's not a concern," he said, pointedly distracting himself with rebooting Soren's omnicomm. "We have bigger fish to fry anyway, right?"

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