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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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     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?

"I didn't think you meant from that long ago!" At least she's been rather thoroughly distracted and is willing to take a bite of her food now.

"Oh. It is a pretty long while back. He's got a depressing history. I guess Bardan's not the first Jedi to go Mando either."

Scorch finished off one of the wedges finally, chasing it down with a gulp of water.

"I... don't think he joined the Mandalorians, considering they were definite on opposite sides." Although Etain is recognizing this opportunity to find out what actually happened. Considering the time that's passed, she's aware that a lot of details have been lost. Along with with anything that was flat-out suppressed.

"I'll have to look for him later," she says, shaking herself out of her wool-gathering to take a sip of teas.

The clone arches a brow at her over his glass of water. "Well, now I'm curious to hear how the Jedi know it. I didn't know anything about it until I talked to him. Not sure if the Order now is as bad as the one from back then, at least from the things he told me."

He shrugs, popping another potato bit into his mouth. It's more reflex at this point, given that they're sitting on a plate in front of him. "He lives out in that desert island. Speaking of which, you know where you've been assigned? They stuck me over in the kiddy village in Mundus."

"Honestly? It's not flattering. Not only did he become a Sith, another Jedi quit the order to marry him. Their child--I can't remember if it was a boy or girl offhand--was born sometime after Revan disappeared." She knows that Scorch is well aware of the Order's disapproval of pesky things like their members getting married.

Etain eats another potato wedge and shakes her head. "I haven't really looked at the comm unit I was handed. I was distracted by the map being paper, along with following you. You're with the children?"

     "He did mention some of that," Scorch says. "Well, I'll let him tell his side of things, whenever you get the chance to run into him." It's clear he doesn't think too much about the Sith labeling, but to him it's just a word he's heard mentioned by various Jedi, with only the vague idea of how bad they could be.

     Nodding, he peers at her as though expecting her to laugh. "Yeah, I am. I guess they only went by age when they were sorting newcomers. At least I get my own little space. It came with a bacta dispenser- pretty sure that's not standard with the rest of those cabins." He'd been a bit psyched about that. You could never have enough of those things out on the field. They're lifesavers!

     "The kids aren't too bad though."

"How confused were the people who run that area when you showed up?" she asks with a small grin, finally fishing the miniature comm unit out of her pocket.

Mention of children is deflating her mood, but she's trying not to let it affect her too much. It takes only a little button pressing to get it turned on and announcing it was hers, along with which island she was on. "...It already knowing my name isn't creepy at all."

Scorch grins crookedly. "They did look kinda concerned, but then I guess I'm used to that sort of reaction." It seems a fairly reasonable one when you find yourself approached by someone in full armor carrying weapons and enough explosives to level a city block.

"Oh. There is that," he says as Etain looks at her communicator. "It's weird- the tech doesn't look all that complicated, but the coding they use comes up as complete gibberish." Figures he tried slicing it first chance he got.

She inspects it a little longer before turning it off to slip back into her pocket. "Since it's older technology, maybe it's an older form of code that's obsolete for us? Something that old would be hard to understand, wouldn't it?"

It's just a guess, but she thinks it makes sense.

"That's what I wondered. I guess it makes sense in general, given this is a completely different world- not to mention it has access to other worlds and times." It was still kind of annoying, but Scorch had decided that there probably wasn't much worth slicing into anyway.

She makes a face at that. "Maybe it's something to confuse anyone who knows what they're doing when they try to look at it."

She drums her fingers on the table for a moment as she tries to remember what she had been distracted away from. Ah, right. The other Jedi. "Did Anakin have relatives we don't know about?"

     That gets a shrug. "Who knows? It's possible, isn't it? Although the thing is, he seems to be from some point ahead of us," Scorch points out. "He got really excited when I said I was from the Republic. And then I dunked him into a tank of water."

     Now that had been fun.

     "Oh, he's working on setting up a Jedi temple 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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