[ Cal wakes up feeling far more rested and comfortable than he has anytime previously, not sore from a quick nap on a cold jungle floor or a cramped bunk space on board the Mantis. Everything feels pleasant and fuzzy, with almost a dreamlike quality to it. It's rare that he has dreams that are anywhere this good so he doesn't question it too much.
As he makes his way towards the smells of food, he keeps an eye out for Cere or Greez, and BD-1. And of course, the Second Sister. It's difficult to truly relax or accept this as a harmless dream when she's been there around every corner since Bracca.
Hungry, he sits himself down in front a plate filled with brightly colored vegetables, breads and whatever had looked mildly appetizing, taking a seat near the exit in case there's need to make a quick getaway. ]
Uh, hi.
[ Might as well get to know the others in this dream, right? ]
the mission.
[ Not too long ago he was more or less interested in self preservation, keeping his head down. But now he's in the fight, he can't not join in. Even if Cal's not entirely sure what's going on here. There's people running around, nobody familiar.
He kneels down in front of someone, injured. Not for the first time he misses BD and his cache of stimpacks. ]
Hey, you alright? C'mon, let's get you out of here... just stay close.
[ Except that the infected is less interested in help and more interested in violence. Of course. He could really use a hand, here! ]
welcome to the broken world.
[ The next time Cal wakes, it's not half as wonderful. He shoots up, panting and looking around and it doesn't take long to figure out what feels wrong. The Force, his newly healed connection to it, seems to be gone. His clothing is different, his saber is nowhere to be found and it seems like he's trapped.
Bounty hunters, again? It doesn't seem Imperial but perhaps they're involved in this somehow.
He paces, meditates and paces some more, looking for any kinds of weaknesses in his room that he could use for a getaway. The commotion has him reaching for a weapon that's not quite there anymore; but he'd gone six years without using the Force or ever pulling his saber. If he has to defend himself... the door opens and the rescuer only brings more questions than answers.
He may not trust it, but he wants to stay in the cell even less. Cal takes the blaster and follows them out. ]
cal kestis βοΈ star wars: jedi fallen order
[ Cal wakes up feeling far more rested and comfortable than he has anytime previously, not sore from a quick nap on a cold jungle floor or a cramped bunk space on board the Mantis. Everything feels pleasant and fuzzy, with almost a dreamlike quality to it. It's rare that he has dreams that are anywhere this good so he doesn't question it too much.
As he makes his way towards the smells of food, he keeps an eye out for Cere or Greez, and BD-1. And of course, the Second Sister. It's difficult to truly relax or accept this as a harmless dream when she's been there around every corner since Bracca.
Hungry, he sits himself down in front a plate filled with brightly colored vegetables, breads and whatever had looked mildly appetizing, taking a seat near the exit in case there's need to make a quick getaway. ]
Uh, hi.
[ Might as well get to know the others in this dream, right? ]
the mission.
[ Not too long ago he was more or less interested in self preservation, keeping his head down. But now he's in the fight, he can't not join in. Even if Cal's not entirely sure what's going on here. There's people running around, nobody familiar.
He kneels down in front of someone, injured. Not for the first time he misses BD and his cache of stimpacks. ]
Hey, you alright? C'mon, let's get you out of here... just stay close.
[ Except that the infected is less interested in help and more interested in violence. Of course. He could really use a hand, here! ]
welcome to the broken world.
[ The next time Cal wakes, it's not half as wonderful. He shoots up, panting and looking around and it doesn't take long to figure out what feels wrong. The Force, his newly healed connection to it, seems to be gone. His clothing is different, his saber is nowhere to be found and it seems like he's trapped.
Bounty hunters, again? It doesn't seem Imperial but perhaps they're involved in this somehow.
He paces, meditates and paces some more, looking for any kinds of weaknesses in his room that he could use for a getaway. The commotion has him reaching for a weapon that's not quite there anymore; but he'd gone six years without using the Force or ever pulling his saber. If he has to defend himself... the door opens and the rescuer only brings more questions than answers.
He may not trust it, but he wants to stay in the cell even less. Cal takes the blaster and follows them out. ]
Not really my weapon of choice.