The last thing Cal remembered was destroying the Holocron. All those names, all those children listed as Force Sensitive, gone. Lost to history and their fates now at the will of the Force. Once it was in pieces, scattered on the floor of the Stinger Mantis, Cal turned to ask his crew where to next but they weren't there. It was fog. So much fog that, for a moment, Cal thought he was remembering another one of Master Jaro's lessons. Something he'd need to remember on his journey to wherever the Force was taking him.
But this fog was different. It wasn't the fog of a memory resurfacing. This was tangible. And there were so many sounds and voices around him that didn't have that muted dullness to them that memories usually did.
Not to mention, he didn't remember owning any of the clothes he was wearing. And the weight of the rucksack was strange to him, too. He never owned one like it. Not even while on Bracca.
The more he focused on his surroundings, trying to figure out what was going on, his ribs twinge and ache and one hand goes over a spot on his lower left rib with a soft groan.
Right. He was hurt. Vader had stabbed him with his own lightsaber just hours before coming here.
He shifts his rucksack and, to his surprise, his rucksack shifts back. And moves more. And there's a familiar beeping and trilling and whistling inside.
"BD-1?" Cal asks, uncertain and excited and alarmed. "BD!" Heading to a nearby bench, Cal carefully sets the rucksack down and opens it up, looking at the contents in confusion for a second before reaching in and digging through unfamiliar items until BD pops up with a loud whistle of shock, a pair of socks dangling over his eye. Shaking that off, BD looks up at Cal and his beeps and trills and noises are both surprised and excited and confused.
"BD! How'd you get in there?"
BD responds, more droid sounds as the droid is helped out of the bag, climbing up Cal's arm and settling on his usual spot on his back. The droid seems almost annoyed, first looking at Cal and then looking at the people around them.
"I dunno. I don't recognize this place at all. You really don't know how you got in the rucksack?"
More responses from BD and then he's off Cal's back, running a few feet away to scan part of the platform.
"No. Hey! BD, stay close." BD looks at Cal, tilting his head slightly before heading back, hopping up onto the bench next to the rucksack and watching people walk by, still talking to Cal.
"This place feels...weird. I can't really explain it. Something tells me we should get on the train."
BD responds, questioningly.
"It doesn't feel like the Force, so I don't know what it is. But it's telling me not getting on the train would be a bad idea." A pause from Cal as he looks over at the train and the people standing outside of it. All of them wore color-coded attire, he could see that from here. And a lot of them wore the same colors he did.
"C'mon, BD. Maybe someone over there will have answers."
BD jumps onto Cal's outstretched arm and Cal groans some, a wince of pain as BD climbs up his ribs to get to his back and BD whistles low, apologetic.
"No, it's fine. Remind me to grab a healing stim in a bit, yeah?"
With that, the pair are headed to the train, occasionally getting bumped into by other passengers and wincing each time.
This is going to suck, isn't it?
On the Train:
BD is running ahead of Cal, stopping to scan everything. Everything in the train is going into his memory banks and Cal is reading his ticket and checking doors to find their cabin. Cabin 1:D, wherever that was. He's careful to not bump into anyone as he goes, nodding hello to the occasional person, noting some looked as confused as he did, while others looked fairly settled in.
Finding his cabin, he hesitates for a moment, looking down at the eager little droid at his feet.
"This is us, I guess," he says before scanning the door and peeking in to see where he'll be staying.
It doesn't look that bad, honestly. Almost like the Stinger Mantis and something about that familiarity helped him feel a little more at ease. Dropping his bag on one of the empty bunks, Cal settles next to it with a soft sigh.
"Do you think the others are okay, BD?" The droid doesn't respond with sound, but the way he moves is certainly a shrug. "Me, either. I hope they are." BD hops up next to Cal and leans on him, trying to be comforting. It's a small gesture, but it works, and Cal really can't help but smile just a little bit.
"Thanks, BD."
Exploring:
At this point, you can find Cal anywhere. In the kitchen, investigating what's in there. In the garden, seeing if it was a good place to meditate, or even in the game carriage to see if there was anything familiar. Some game from home he'd recognize.
Find him anywhere. BD will be with him, scanning the train and making a map.
Cal Kestis and his emotional support droid - ota
The last thing Cal remembered was destroying the Holocron. All those names, all those children listed as Force Sensitive, gone. Lost to history and their fates now at the will of the Force. Once it was in pieces, scattered on the floor of the Stinger Mantis, Cal turned to ask his crew where to next but they weren't there. It was fog. So much fog that, for a moment, Cal thought he was remembering another one of Master Jaro's lessons. Something he'd need to remember on his journey to wherever the Force was taking him.
But this fog was different. It wasn't the fog of a memory resurfacing. This was tangible. And there were so many sounds and voices around him that didn't have that muted dullness to them that memories usually did.
Not to mention, he didn't remember owning any of the clothes he was wearing. And the weight of the rucksack was strange to him, too. He never owned one like it. Not even while on Bracca.
The more he focused on his surroundings, trying to figure out what was going on, his ribs twinge and ache and one hand goes over a spot on his lower left rib with a soft groan.
Right. He was hurt. Vader had stabbed him with his own lightsaber just hours before coming here.
He shifts his rucksack and, to his surprise, his rucksack shifts back. And moves more. And there's a familiar beeping and trilling and whistling inside.
"BD-1?" Cal asks, uncertain and excited and alarmed. "BD!" Heading to a nearby bench, Cal carefully sets the rucksack down and opens it up, looking at the contents in confusion for a second before reaching in and digging through unfamiliar items until BD pops up with a loud whistle of shock, a pair of socks dangling over his eye. Shaking that off, BD looks up at Cal and his beeps and trills and noises are both surprised and excited and confused.
"BD! How'd you get in there?"
BD responds, more droid sounds as the droid is helped out of the bag, climbing up Cal's arm and settling on his usual spot on his back. The droid seems almost annoyed, first looking at Cal and then looking at the people around them.
"I dunno. I don't recognize this place at all. You really don't know how you got in the rucksack?"
More responses from BD and then he's off Cal's back, running a few feet away to scan part of the platform.
"No. Hey! BD, stay close." BD looks at Cal, tilting his head slightly before heading back, hopping up onto the bench next to the rucksack and watching people walk by, still talking to Cal.
"This place feels...weird. I can't really explain it. Something tells me we should get on the train."
BD responds, questioningly.
"It doesn't feel like the Force, so I don't know what it is. But it's telling me not getting on the train would be a bad idea." A pause from Cal as he looks over at the train and the people standing outside of it. All of them wore color-coded attire, he could see that from here. And a lot of them wore the same colors he did.
"C'mon, BD. Maybe someone over there will have answers."
BD jumps onto Cal's outstretched arm and Cal groans some, a wince of pain as BD climbs up his ribs to get to his back and BD whistles low, apologetic.
"No, it's fine. Remind me to grab a healing stim in a bit, yeah?"
With that, the pair are headed to the train, occasionally getting bumped into by other passengers and wincing each time.
This is going to suck, isn't it?
On the Train:
BD is running ahead of Cal, stopping to scan everything. Everything in the train is going into his memory banks and Cal is reading his ticket and checking doors to find their cabin. Cabin 1:D, wherever that was. He's careful to not bump into anyone as he goes, nodding hello to the occasional person, noting some looked as confused as he did, while others looked fairly settled in.
Finding his cabin, he hesitates for a moment, looking down at the eager little droid at his feet.
"This is us, I guess," he says before scanning the door and peeking in to see where he'll be staying.
It doesn't look that bad, honestly. Almost like the Stinger Mantis and something about that familiarity helped him feel a little more at ease. Dropping his bag on one of the empty bunks, Cal settles next to it with a soft sigh.
"Do you think the others are okay, BD?" The droid doesn't respond with sound, but the way he moves is certainly a shrug. "Me, either. I hope they are." BD hops up next to Cal and leans on him, trying to be comforting. It's a small gesture, but it works, and Cal really can't help but smile just a little bit.
"Thanks, BD."
Exploring:
At this point, you can find Cal anywhere. In the kitchen, investigating what's in there. In the garden, seeing if it was a good place to meditate, or even in the game carriage to see if there was anything familiar. Some game from home he'd recognize.
Find him anywhere. BD will be with him, scanning the train and making a map.