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Welcome to Medietas! Have an interest in joining the game? Maybe you have an old muse that you want to dust off? Or, maybe you're just looking for a place to voice test a brand new character and would like to do so in our little island setting among friends? Well, whatever the reason, this is where you can do that!

You all know what to do but if you don’t, just follow the instructions and HAVE FUN!

How To Play:

→ Comment with the character you’d like to test drive. Don’t forget to add their name and canon in the subject line.
→ Choose a scenario, or start your own!
→ Tag around!

Possible Scenarios:

1. New Arrival: You've just arrived on the island of Medietas, in the city of Aerilon, via a floating boat with people you may or may not know. Of course, you can't help wondering what the heck is going on, or how you even got on the boat in the first place. But as soon as the vessel docks you are greeted by some lovely locals who offer you a map and a communications device before leaving you to your own. You probably have questions and there seems to be a number of people there already who may or may not have those answers. Talk to them! Or, get on the network and introduce yourself!

2. Getting Settled: So, now that you've arrived and wandered around the starter home you've been given, it's time to check out the rest of the islands. There's a market on Aerilon that is full of treasures. Or, you can check out Chapter Six bookstore. Perhaps you wander over to the Mean Princess facility on Mulciber. There is so much to see!

3. Event: Teams are being put together to venture out deep into the islands of Eurus and Mulciber to track and destroy a vicious beast who has been the reason for the disappearances of several island locals. Please help stop the creature before anyone else goes missing!

4. Wild Card: Got something else in mind and want to create your own scenario? Go for it!

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The commando requests a glass of water for the time being, taking up the menu as it's something to distract himself with. He glances over the top at the Jedi, his lips quirking slightly.

"Most everything's identifiable, if that's what you're worried about," he says. "Well, save for the fact that the names are mostly foreign. The potato wedge things are pretty good. And they have a nice thick stew with actual meat and vegetables."

"Good to not need to navigate completely unidentifiable food," Etain says with a faint smile, looking at the menu some more before setting it aside and folding her hands on the surface of the table. "We can go with the potato wedges, if you want."

The stew probably isn't the best thing to have right now. At least the smell of meat stopped turning her stomach awhile back.

Those sound like a fair choice, so Scorch nods, and once their drinks are served, he'll make the request for the potato wedges. Setting the menu aside, he absently drums his fingers on the table before reaching for his glass of water.

"...so..." he finally says after an awkward pause.

Etain takes a sip of her tea, before taking another to decide if she likes it before setting it back down. "I suppose I should start off with that it's just Etain now, not General. I sent my resignation from the Order after leaving Kashyyyk."

It isn't the fact that Etain resigned from the Order that seems to have surprised him. "You left? I...guess I hadn't heard about that. Or you must have come some time after I last remember..." Scorch says carefully. Etain's position had been the least thing on his mind at that time. Delta Squad, or what had been left of it, was being flown off to pave the way for the arrival of the Republic's forces, by direct order of General Yoda. When and how Etain had gotten off world at that point was lost to him, but he couldn't help but feel a little betrayed.

She'd been the general they'd been working with at the time. Couldn't she have said something about going after Sev? As much as Scorch knows it isn't likely, another part of him insists there could have been. But there's always something, in his mind. If this, or what if that. Nothing that would do any good now, and it eats at him every time he lets those thoughts slip in.

"Kal'buir gave Enacca strict instructions to get me off the planet if she deemed it necessary. She basically carried me onto a shuttle and took me off the planet, telling me wookies were the best chance for finding Sev, since they actually knew the area." She still wishes she was given a proper amount of time to try to do something. "I tried to find him, using the Force, but there were so many emotions from so many sources to try to sift through..."

There was too much pain and fear for her to be able to find a single individual in the melange.

     Enacca. He remembers the female Wookie well enough. That made sense, he supposes. Skirata always looked out for his own, and Etain had pretty much been adopted into his growing Mando family. She had a son too, she'd told them as much on Kashyyyk.

     His hands on the table had slowly balled into fists. She tried. She said she'd tried. It's more than anyone else had done, and Scorch only wishes that she had been successful in locating Sev. But she hadn't had a chance either. Would she have been able to if Skirata hadn't had Enacca hustle her homeward? No, that's not a fair thing to ask, and he can't hold anything against Etain for trying. It makes him feel better, but not by all that much.

     He swallows, his silence telling.

Etain reaches out to rest her hands on his, squeezing them gently, even though she knew he wouldn't be able to feel it through the armor. "She told me she'd go back to help look. Although with everything going on, I don't know if she had the chance. The Council found out something--I don't know what. And, well."

She gives him the ghost of a smile. "At least Enacca carrying me off meant you were spared the decision whether to actually shoot me, or take off with me. Considering Vau had been helping Kal'buir with what he'd been working on for all of you, I doubt he would have complained if you showed up on Mandalore. Which is where I should have told Enacca to take me instead of Coruscant. If I hadn't wanted to tell General Zey why I resigned..."

She shakes her head. It doesn't particularly matter anymore.

     He can see well enough, jerking his hand back from her's, although not very far. His thoughts are reeling, wavering between slight relief that someone might be out looking for his brother yet, buffeted against the anger at himself for not being the one who was out there.

     It takes him a moment, but the rest of what Etain has to say begins to register. Brows furrowing, he lifts his head to look at her.

     "Wait, wait, wait- what happened with the Jedi? Why would I shoot you?" He was mad then, but not necessarily at her.

"Whatever they found out was related to the Chancellor. Which meant confronting him." Don't make her spell out that Order 66 came into play.

She pulls her hands away from Sorch and folds them on the table. "Some of the people we worked with on Triple Zero gave me new clothes and tossed my old ones in the incinerator. They're what I'm wearing right now. The robes and tunic screamed Jedi. It wasn't safe to wear them."

     Scorch frowns. He hadn't yet heard the order be issued, so what Etain was saying still didn't quite make sense. "So...did the chancellor do something wrong, or the Jedi?" Frankly he figures it could be either. True the Jedi hadn't been ranking very highly on his list of late, but he knows them better than the chancellor, and at least they fought alongside their troops.

     She's still leaving bits out, he knows. "You went back to Coruscant when all this osik was going down?" That sounded like a bad idea already, even with what little he'd heard from Etain right then. And even though the decision hadn't come up then, Scorch wonders what choice he would have made. Go run off with the rest of Skirata's happy little family? At least maybe then he might have had a chance to look for Sev.

     "Did you find General Zey? What about Darman? Was he on Corrie?" There's no point in beating around the bush. Etain's relationship with Darman had never been much of a big secret. "What about your kid?" She'd told them that much herself, back on Kashyyyk.

"We were in hyperspace when the order to execute the Jedi went out. We didn't know until we got out of hyperspace, and by then, we were close enough to Coruscant, they would have taken notice of a ship turning right back around when the news came out," Etain points out.

"I didn't see Zey. I did see Darman. Along with the rest of Omega, Ordo, and Kal'buir." She swallows hard and is saved from saying more when the waitress comes by with the food. She gratefully takes the chance to slide about a forth of it onto a plate for herself, leaving the rest for Scorch.

     Execute the Jedi? Sure, that order is a part of the many orders and regulations, but no one ever thinks it would ever be used. The Jedi must have really shot themselves in the foot, whatever they'd done.

     Reflecting on things for a moment, Scorch wondered that he wouldn't have liked to put a round through Yoda at that moment on Kashyyyk. It might have been easier to answer such questions, to just follow through with orders, back then. Now that he'd been given time to think about things, so many things, it doesn't seem nearly so. After all, he'd begrudgingly followed orders to depart for their next mission, leaving Sev. That's all they do, follow orders.

     He pulls out of his thoughts, brown eyes watching Etain. Something happened. Something bad. You don't have to be a Jedi to figure that out. It's easy enough to read on her face, in the way she acts. Scorch only glances at the food once it's brought and set before them, but he looks back at Etain as he pulls the rest of it towards him.

Etain nibbles on one of the potato wedges, not really tasting it, forcing herself to eat the entire thing.

"There was a checkpoint Jedi were being searched for at. It was somewhere along the way to one of the spaceports nearest the Temple. A lightsaber fell out of one's bag. A fight broke out. And when I saw a trooper was about to be killed..." She shakes her head.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. She should have actually thought, not just reacted. If she did, she would be either on her way off the planet with everyone or already off. In either case, she wouldn't have died.

"I have no idea what happened after that," she says quietly, losing all traces of her appetite.

     As much as you expect the worse, nothing really helps to cushion it once you actually hear the details. Etain doesn't say what happened, but the rest is pretty easy to guess. Or maybe Scorch just can't help but figure that things ended badly. He's already heard that people arrive here from some pretty bad moments. But why is it so different when it's coming from someone you know?

     Slowly he looks away from her, his gaze falling upon the plate of food in front of him. He pokes at a potato wedge, not quite feeling up to putting any in his mouth at the moment either.

     "...I'm sorry."

     There are lots of things he could say. It did sound like an idiotic decision, but not all Jedi were jerks, and many actually cared about their soldiers, but in the end none of them should have ended up being on opposite sides, should they?

     "....I'm sorry," he says again. While time and again they'd been at odds with Omega, Scorch wouldn't wish anything like this upon anyone he knows. Poor Darman. Poor Kad. Poor Etain.

"Yeah. It looks like Bardan gets to be the one teaching Kad how to use the Force," Etain says, a lump in her throat, suddenly wanting to cry.

Wishing she listened and let Kal'buir send someone to pick her up before the checkpoint.

     Aw, shab.

     That's definitely not a face he's used to seeing on a Jedi. It makes him even more uneasy. He shouldn't be the one dealing with this, but given that this is by no means a normal situation, who else was there to?

     Fierfek, what were you even supposed to do at a time like this?

     "At least you know he'll be in good hands," Scorch offers carefully.

Considering Scorch was the only person here she knew? No one. Although meeting Revan might shock her out of her mood for a moment, considering it's not every day one meets a Jedi from three thousand years ago.

"I know. Somehow, it doesn't entirely help." Which is the honest truth. It's not the same as being there herself.

     Ah, Revan. Now there's a Jedi who can relate to Mandalorians. For only meeting him once, Scorch rather thinks he's not all that bad, and that poor guy's gone through a whole lot worse, given what the clone had heard from him.

     As it is now, as much as he'd like to see if someone else can help comfort Etain, he knows he can't just dump her on someone. Neither of the two Jedi he's met so far here are familiar with what's going on in their current timeline. It's bad enough that he's even considered it, making him feel all the more guilty about it.

     "Yeah. I...was just trying to look on the positive side." It's hard to do when you had your own bouts of negativity. Scorch knows where Etain's coming from in his own way, except that he's on the opposite side of things. It's strange to think about.

     His lips tighten, his expression crinkling in upon itself as it sets in.

     Shab, she's dead. She's dead and there's no going back, and things won't ever be all right back there because she won't be able to return, will she? But if Darman comes, and their kid, then maybe, maybe... Would it be okay? Would it matter? Does anything matter anymore?

"I know," she says softly, poking at her food a little, trying to find the wherewithal to eat some of it. She isn't much use to anyone if she doesn't eat.

Etain takes a moment to try to think of something to talk about to take her mind off things, seizing on something said on the walk earlier. "Who are the other Jedi here?"

She wonders if they're anyone she's heard of.

It takes a bit of refocusing, but Scorch eventually remembers that there's food in front of him. He follows Etain's example, chewing on a piece of potato.

"...oh yeah. One goes by Skywalker- not General Skywalker from the Order though, and the other's name is Revan."

It's just as well that Etain didn't have anything in her mouth, or she would have choked when the second name was announced. "Did you say Revan?"

Just to make sure she heard right. The other Jedi can wait.

He arches a brow at her, pausing from taking another bite out of the potato.

"That'd be an affirmative. I ran into him out in Mulciber, that's the island that's mostly desert. Guess he's something of a popular guy, huh?"

"He's from three thousand years ago!" Etain says, boggled. Maybe she shouldn't be surprised, considering this place brought her back from the dead, but still. What sort of place was this?

"Well, yeah. I did mention that they weren't from the same time as us. I don't know how that works, but that's how things go here."

It's one of those things Scorch doesn't try to think about too much because he wouldn't know where to start in trying to make sense of it. Why question it when obviously that's how things happened, here?

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...I don't have an icon appropriate for this.

xD

Same nonexistent icon, la la la.

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