The Worst Kind of Surprise Party

[all_too_familiar]

There is a man. He's meditating, and floating several inches off of the ground. This is fairly normal for him - at least he's not floating various furniture this time. Just himself. He doesn't feel like exerting himself any further. It's been a long day.

He realizes it's going to be a lot longer when he's no longer in his room.

"I hate surprises," he sighs, and he opens his eyes to look at his new surroundings. He's still floating, and surprisingly calm.

Comments

[unmarred]

"...On what planet did humans originate, where you're from?"

[all_too_familiar]

"Coruscant, probably. But we're kind of everywhere and history's a bit shoddy sometimes, so no one knows for sure. Did they originate on Earth for you?"

[unmarred]

"Yeah. Verifiably."

[all_too_familiar]

"Hmm. What's the interstellar neighborhood like? Any interesting species? Do you have hyperspace?"

[unmarred]

"The number of colonized planets is in the hundreds - maybe a hundred and fifty or two hundred. Preexisting life on a few, but nothing sapient other than humans. I don't know what you mean by hyperspace but contextually I suspect we don't."

[all_too_familiar]

"A hundred and fifty or two hundred," breathes Revan. "I'd feel trapped. Nothing other than humans? That's. It seems - boring, lonely maybe. Uh, no offense. Hyperspace is - well, sort of weird to explain. If you have a hyperdrive, you can enter hyperspace and move many, many times the speed of light. Lets you travel all over the galaxy, but if you get your calculations wrong and stray too close to a star or something you have one very short, but very bad day."

[unmarred]

"Commence feeling trapped," says Mark. "I think is pre-Jump Earth. One inhabited planet. Wormhole jumps are our version of faster-than-light travel."

[all_too_familiar]

"Ugh. One planet. One? One. Ick. It's like Rakata all over again. Human edition. And this time with no ship that'll be repaired. I don't know how everyone hasn't gone mad."

[unmarred]

"Everything has to start somewhere. Humanity included."

[all_too_familiar]

"Oh, I'm not putting the planet down or insulting its inhabitants," agrees Revan. "I'm sure everyone on it will go on to do great and fantastic things and kill each other in new and interesting ways. Just. I grew up understanding that I could go anywhere in the galaxy. And then did go just about everywhere in the galaxy, for various reasons. It's just - culture shock, I suppose." He snorts. "Funny. Everything else I took in stride, even Rakata and their crazy, but the idea of there being just one planet is what shocks me culturally."

[unmarred]

"All in what you're used to, I suppose."

[all_too_familiar]

"Yep. It's interesting. I think I'd like to explore. But, I would still like to go home, if it's possible. I have a Republic to keep together."

[unmarred]

"I don't have the faintest idea how to get either of us back where we belong."

[all_too_familiar]

"Yeah, that's usually how these sorts of things go. Wander around, talk to people, help some people, kill some people. And eventually there's a sith waiting for you in an underwater base or something, who monologues at you, and inadvertently tells you exactly what to do. Then you kill him. And then you save the galaxy." Pause. "... I live a strange life, have I mentioned?"

[unmarred]

"How strangely optimistic of you."

[all_too_familiar]

He snorts. "Yeah. I guess so."

Of course, he's also speaking from experience.

[unmarred]

"I have not led the sort of life that inclines me to believe all my problems can be solved so neatly."

[all_too_familiar]

"Not necessarily neatly. And things won't just work out if you wait around long enough." Like a certain jedi council. "But if you work at it, make some friends, kick some ass, save some people, and prepare for the future - it will work out in your favor." He shrugs. "And even if the goal of 'get off the planet' doesn't work, then you've made friends, kicked ass, saved people, and probably prevented major disasters."

[unmarred]

"Mm. I see what you mean."

[all_too_familiar]

"So, strange optimism. Heh. I don't think I've been called an optimist before."

[unmarred]

Mark giggles.

[all_too_familiar]

Revan smiles.

He looks down at his recent stab wound and hums thoughtfully. "Not my best work, but it'll do for now. I'll fix it later."

He stands. "So, I think we should pillage this place for notes on what the hell, then leave and try to establish a base of operations."

[unmarred]

"Seems reasonable," says Mark. Then he makes a slightly annoyed face. "Ugh, I'm hungry."

[all_too_familiar]

Revan raises his eyebrows.

"And your diet's been changed to match ole' dusty? I'm guessing?"

[unmarred]

"Yeah. I suppose I could try scavenging from what's left of his little cult."