[There's something about the very definitive way in which Rex affirms the refusal to steal any vehicle that makes Vima think it's not all that definitive at all.
She likes that.]
Of course, there's nothing wrong with that. I mean, who wouldn't lend a hand to a couple of lost travelers like us? [a lot of people, she's well aware. DETAILS.] We'll figure out a way to return it later.
[The waitstaff is also happening to give them the stinkeye for sitting in this diner for so long without even ordering water. A little silly since there's not exactly a line to eat in this place, but now that they have a Plan (this is totally enough for a Plan) there's no reason to hang around, and Vima slides out of the booth.]
If we get back to my own time, I'm sure my general will be able to handle things. If not... well, we'll find a way.
[ He trusts Skywalker implicitly, but he also knows that Skywalker's done the same damn thing enough times to know the protocol behind it. As far as Rex is concerned, his duty is to get back to where and when he's supposed to be, no matter the cost, and he'll carry out that mission to the best of his ability.
That, and he really doesn't want to be stuck in this place. ]
You've got a lot of faith in your General. If we get back to my time, my mother will do the same.
In either case, they'll have bigger problems with this than how honestly we secured our transportation.
[and t b h she would like her time better. Not just for herself, though she very much does not want to be in the future where everyone else is a deceased legend, but also he won't be a slave soldier anymore.
Though, he'll miss all of his friends, she's sure.]
[So there are signs for bus stops, with buses... Vima decides to rely on intuition as she sets out into the streets to find the best one to take. She pushes her way up to a bus stop that's particularly crowded, grabbing Rex's forearm to tow him along, and gives him a very quick wink. They should be able to push their way onto here without a metrocard. Even if they can't blend in with the crowd, there's always the option to make a diversion.]
[ Rex follows Vima's lead in pushing their way onto the bus. One of the other passengers, a gossipy looking older woman, fixes them with a disapproving stare with the air that she's about to say something - unbeknownst to Rex, she's reasonably assuming that he's this kid's delinquent uncle or brother-in-law teaching her bad habits, but all Rex knows is that it's none of her business. He glares at her, and she looks back down at her lap almost immediately on account of the fact that nobody's ever happy about Rex glaring at them.
He's silent, stoic, simply holding onto a rail as the bus continuously stops and goes. The people here are undisciplined to the extreme, refusing to get out of each other's ways, and scarcely listening to neither the driver, nor their fellow passengers, content in their disorder and disorganization. Finally, Rex feels moved to say to Vima: ]
Is this what all public transportation's like? It's awful.
[ If he had ahold of the speaker, he'd have everyone lined up in thirty seconds flat. ]
[Vima grimaces. She's not even going to try for a seat and just grabs a pole. She still find herself interested in the people on the bus, but let's face it, this is not an ideal setting in which to observe the human race. Everyone is grouchy, harried, busy, impatient. Presumably some of them are looking forward to their destination, but it's buried under the general cloud of negativity.]
I've been on shuttles and aircars before, but this is something--[she stops as the bus hits a pothole, jarring everyone on board]--different. I don't think you get by here without pushing people around.
[Appropriately, she gets an elbow from a passenger shoving his way through to a better position as the bus halts jerkily. It's hard to resist the urge to elbow him back, but she manages it somehow. She mutters in an undertone:]
Traveling like this every day would put you in real danger of falling to the dark side.
[is she joking about Jedi turning evil? yes. yes she is.]
[ Rex grunts, uttering a quiet curse underneath his breath as someone jams their elbow directly in his ribs. It's a pretty foul curse as curses go - he's in the army; they're not known for their clean language - and he finds himself immediately regretting it and hoping that Vima either has different curses in her time entirely or that she simply didn't hear it. ] There's something to be said about their lack of discipline.
[ That being said, the moment seats open up, Rex grabs onto Vima's shoulder and immediately manhandles her into a seat before anyone can take it and so that she can, hopefully, not spend the duration of their trip getting elbowed in the face.
Right, so. The plan is that after we secure a ship, we're never getting on one of these ever again.
[please Rex she heard more and worse at age four--now that he says it, she's actually a little surprised he didn't start swearing sooner. THAT'S DISCIPLINE FOR YOU.
And whoa, hang on, whoa--Vima lets out a noise of surprise as he decisively places her into one of the benches. It's not a big improvement, comfort-wise, than just standing up, but it does put her out of reach of most of the jostling.]
You're picking up bus etiquette quick. [She does sound grateful rather than irritated, lightly teasing.] Agreed. Next time we'll just stow away in a cargo hold. It's less crowded.
[The bus herks and jerks along its route until it reaches a train station. Vima taps Rex's arm and nods towards it. It looks like their stop to get out of this manky city.]
[ Rex uses his bulk to push a way through the crowd to get out and they soon find themselves in the pavilion of the train station. A few minutes of poking around proves that sneaking onto the train will prove itself to be much more difficult than the comparatively simple task of muscling their way onto a bus. With no resources at their disposal, getting out of here will be more difficult than he thought.
Of course, maybe now it's time to bend the rules a little. ]
Well, as far as I see it, we've got two options. One's to find a place to stay for the night and find a way of increasing our resources. The other's to sneak onto the cargo car.
[Vima pulls a face at the first option. That's going to take time, they'll have to somehow get money to get into a motel if they don't want to sleep on the floor or the ground somewhere, and whoever put them here in the first place might figure out what they're doing.]
Oh good. The cargo hold has always been my favorite place to travel. [And she's actually not being totally sarcastic. She looks around, seeing if there's a way to gain access to it. Boarding seems to be managed by swipe-cards and metal turnstyles. They need to figure out where the utilities are.
She goes quiet, looking around like she's checking the platform numbers, but really she's looking at the people. And after a few moments she edges closer to Rex.]
If you take your armor off up top, and I get you a yellow vest, we can get on board.
[ Rex nods along. ] Roger that. I'll find something I can carry my armour in, and you go ahead and see if you can snag one of those vests - you're certainly less conspicuous than I am. Just let me know if you wind up needing a distraction.
[ He doesn't figure he'll be a distraction, but he can certainly make one by causing a little harmless chaos. He's always been rather good at that. It probably has something to do with who he generally serves underneath.
And as for finding something to carry his armour in...
He's getting impatient, so sue him. He spots someone emptying cargo, and once they stroll away for a smoke break, he straight up dumps its contents on the ground, grabs the rolling container and makes off with it. After that, it's easy to take off all of the more conspicuous bits of his armour (though not all of it; his blacks leave very, very little to the imagination and would likely attract more attention than some durasteel plating) and stow them away in it. ]
[Vima grins at that. This might be the only time in her recent life where that's at all true. For the past several years she's been "Nomi Sunrider's daughter." She gives him a nod and meanders off to lift one of the bright yellow utility vests.
She does note that all the people wearing them are older than her by at least several years, which basically nixes any idea that she can pass herself off as a new coworker. Still, she quietly trails one of them, pretending to look around at other interesting things in the station like any other traveler, until she finds a group getting ready to swap shifts.
Then she calls on the Force. To all appearances it's a gust of wind that catches an unattended vest, tugging and puffing it along the ground until she 'catches' it with her foot and then bundles it into her own shirt. And then a brisk walk away....]
Hey! Kid! You're in a restricted area!
[...and an even brisker walk!! but the security guard isn't so easily deterred, as much as Vima tries to ignore him, he is bloody insistent on following her to admonish her. And probably to find her suspicous and ask some questions.]
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Remember what he said about making a distraction? Yeah, apparently he's forgotten about the distraction in lieu of just facing the problem head-on, which means approaching the man with a swiftness of a soldier's stride and staring him down. Somehow, Rex manages to make it look as if he's staring imperiously down at the man without actually being taller than him - it's a skill. Voice loud and crisp, he demands, ] Is there a problem here?
Yes, there's a problem! I found this one trespassing!
A child, trespassing at a train station. Yes, I can see how that would pose a threat to you.
[ His tone's enough to give the man pause. He looks desperately between Vima and Rex, as though trying to weigh whether or not this is worth pursuing. ]
[So Vima had thought of 'distraction' as something like totally-accidentally knocking over some crates, or shouting STOP THIEF and pointing at the blank space where there was definitely a thief or... you know... doing something that actually distracts.
IN HINDSIGHT, that was probably a silly expectation to have of Rex. And yet she can't stop herself from grinning as the guard becomes perplexed, and she has to actually smother her laughter when Rex says that YES, SHE'S HIS DAUGHTER. the guard is just staring at this response to his question.
god it's SO HARD NOT TO LAUGH no salvage it salvage it!!!]
Dad! I was just trying to find your vest when this guy here started getting all huffy! Did the people who hired you tell you that you'd be managing a bunch of jerks?
[Unsurprisingly, the guard bridles at that.]
Hey! I'm not a jerk! It doesn't matter whose kid you are, it's not safe to go wandering around back here!
Not in those words, no. But I have heard of your reputation before coming here, and let me tell you: none of it's good.
[ The man pales. ]
W-what? Look buddy, your daughter's the one breaking the rules--
[ Rex clears his throat, laying it on thick. He's not the best liar in the world, but he's a damn good drill sergeant, and that's an easy enough thing to rely on. ] Don't go changing the subject on me! I've got reports on my desk talking shoddy worksmanship, slacking off during work hours, clocking out early - do I need to add talking back to that list? [ The poor man opens his mouth, then closes it. Rex somehow manages to puff up even more, even without his armour - evidently clones are a lot like peacocks. ] What's your name?
What?
You heard me, man! What's your name?
Andy. Listen, I don't want any trouble.
Not from me, you don't. Listen, Andy, I'm willing to let this go and have a fresh start from here on out - if you get out of my sight. [ Andy stares at Rex, petrified. ] I mean now, Andy. [ Cottoning on, the man scarpers. Rex looks towards Vima with a pained expression and a shrug. ]
[Oh my god. Vima makes sure to move herself out of Andy's line of sight--which is easy to do because he's wide-eyed and fixed on Rex--because she simply cannot keep a straight face right now. Jedi are supposed to be calm, composed, and controlled. But look, most Jedi aren't faced with the provocation that Vima is faced with right now.
Once Andy flees the vicinity, Vima is finally safe to let it out and bursts into giggles.]
Poor, poor Andy. I think he might go looking for a new career after that.
[She gives a quick glance to ensure that the folks who've stopped to look have dissipated to their own schedules and hands over the bright yellow garment.]
No, I can't say it. Not even in jest. [ Dad. Stars, the people here must be idiots. He can't believe that that actually worked, that anyone had believed for a split second that he was somehow this young Padawan's father. He puts on the vest as quickly as possible, surveying their surroundings. ]
But on the bright side, I have a feeling Andy's going to be telling all of his little friends about us. C'mon, let's go. Nobody's going to ask us what we're doing now.
[In spite of the hilarity, Vima nods. It was funny the one time because of how absurd the idea was, but with her real father dead and her father-mentor figure very recently also dead, it's a joke that can only last so long.]
Nope, we've just made you into the scariest man in this train station... without even waving a lightsaber around.
[This is a serious accomplishment, okay.
Vima locates the cargo car, still with its doors wide open--and she thinks she can overhear Andy's voice on the other side of the train, making her grin again as she climbs in.]
Hm... not the most comfortable-looking accommodations, but at least it's basically clean.
You kidding me, kid? Compared to the bus, we may as well be traveling in first class, [ Rex says, climbing in after her. He paces the perimeter twice, fingertips brushing against the walls of the traincar without being wholly aware that he's doing it; it's out of habit alone, more used to being in warzones than anywhere else. Upon finding that it's perfectly safe, he shuts the doors and secures a corner for himself to sit down in, feet flat on the floor and knees knocking together as though he's wearing more armour than he is. ]
Chances are, we won't be able to improvise like we did just now when we liberate a ship from the feds. Best we come up with a cover story now. Something a little more believable, perhaps.
[Vima watches as Rex searches the car for... what? Danger. Bombs or mines or enemy soldiers lying in wait, probably. It's interesting to see the way he sits down. She herself picks the softest suitcase to park herself on.]
Good idea. Hm... [Something that people will believe, which isn't that they're family....
Uh.
That's a big problem, actually. Vima has no idea what passes for plausible on this planet and to tell the truth... she doesn't know what would pass for it even outside the scope of the Jedi.]
Maybe--student--and a teacher? [that's the only other type of relationship she's familiar with.] You look theright age for that.
[ A teacher. All right. He can probably do that. The only teachers he has any familiarity with are the ones who instruct cadets but it can't possibly be that different - and he knows that there are plenty of kids who attend regular classes and, failing that, rich kids who have their own personal tutors. ]
Yeah. We can work with that, [ he says slowly. ] I'll act as your tutor. Rich kids get... [ He waves one hand vaguely, as though to describe something he has no experience with with gesture alone. ] Taken around enough.
[ All right, so the only frame of reference he has for that are holos, knowledge of some Senators' children and, of course, a holobook or two that someone had smuggled in as contraband.
He finds himself considering what it must be like to be Jar Jar's tutor and is suddenly, deeply glad that he's with this pesky youngling instead. ]
Oh, we're definitely going to be edified by the end of this.
[The train lurches forward with a lot of clanking and chuffing, and the cargo rattles around. Vima can feel all the bumps and jolts reverberating up from her bum through the rest of her. It's novel, but not totally comfortable. Honestly it drives home how primitive this planet is compared to everywhere else she's been... and she's been to many places.
Well, there's no knowing how long they're going to be in here for. Might as well start the edification now....]
Tensions have been rising for a number of years now, but active warfare's only been going on for the past two years.
[ Rex seems to have finally relaxed now that they're moving at a decent clip, safe in their little makeshift bunker. If they're going to get into any trouble for what they're doing, it'll be once they get to where they want to be, so that'll be quite all right. ]
With any luck, it won't be lasting much longer.
[ Both sides are running out of resources, and quickly. The speed at which they've been tackling each other can't be sustained. Even someone as gung-ho as Rex can see that every time he sends out a request for more equipment and gets less and less as time goes by. ]
That would be nice. I guess it's not surprising that another war happened four thousand years after the one I grew up with.... but it doesn't seem necessary, all the same. [Tensions. In the recent history Vima knows, they've always had the dark side pulling from one side.
She's curious if that's the same with the war Rex is involved in, but she has another question.]
What will you do once it is over?
[under the assumption, of course, that he'll survive to see it.]
[ The look Rex shoots her way is a little startled. Nobody's ever asked him that question before. Hell, nobody's ever even mentioned it, not even among brothers; it almost seems like bad luck to plan that far ahead, too ego-driven, too confident in one's own abilities to even begin to think that you are the one that will live when everyone else has died. ]
I haven't planned that far ahead, [ he says bluntly, tilting his head back a little to rest against the rumbling cart. ] Best not to rely on a future that may not happen.
[ What will he do? He has no significant skills, not like some of his men. Many of them would be fine - they're brilliant men, storytellers, artists, doctors, technicians, sharp with one thing or another. Rex has always been more of a jack-of-all-trades. Good at nothing, really, beyond being a soldier. It's all he's ever wanted to be. ]
I imagine I'll continue to serve. Even after the war is over, there's plenty that will need to be done that has nothing to do with fighting.
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She likes that.]
Of course, there's nothing wrong with that. I mean, who wouldn't lend a hand to a couple of lost travelers like us? [a lot of people, she's well aware. DETAILS.] We'll figure out a way to return it later.
[The waitstaff is also happening to give them the stinkeye for sitting in this diner for so long without even ordering water. A little silly since there's not exactly a line to eat in this place, but now that they have a Plan (this is totally enough for a Plan) there's no reason to hang around, and Vima slides out of the booth.]
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If we get back to my own time, I'm sure my general will be able to handle things. If not... well, we'll find a way.
[ He trusts Skywalker implicitly, but he also knows that Skywalker's done the same damn thing enough times to know the protocol behind it. As far as Rex is concerned, his duty is to get back to where and when he's supposed to be, no matter the cost, and he'll carry out that mission to the best of his ability.
That, and he really doesn't want to be stuck in this place. ]
Well, it's settled. Let's go.
[ NO TIME LIKE THE PRESENT ]
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In either case, they'll have bigger problems with this than how honestly we secured our transportation.
[and t b h she would like her time better. Not just for herself, though she very much does not want to be in the future where everyone else is a deceased legend, but also he won't be a slave soldier anymore.
Though, he'll miss all of his friends, she's sure.]
[So there are signs for bus stops, with buses... Vima decides to rely on intuition as she sets out into the streets to find the best one to take. She pushes her way up to a bus stop that's particularly crowded, grabbing Rex's forearm to tow him along, and gives him a very quick wink. They should be able to push their way onto here without a metrocard. Even if they can't blend in with the crowd, there's always the option to make a diversion.]
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He's silent, stoic, simply holding onto a rail as the bus continuously stops and goes. The people here are undisciplined to the extreme, refusing to get out of each other's ways, and scarcely listening to neither the driver, nor their fellow passengers, content in their disorder and disorganization. Finally, Rex feels moved to say to Vima: ]
Is this what all public transportation's like? It's awful.
[ If he had ahold of the speaker, he'd have everyone lined up in thirty seconds flat. ]
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I've been on shuttles and aircars before, but this is something--[she stops as the bus hits a pothole, jarring everyone on board]--different. I don't think you get by here without pushing people around.
[Appropriately, she gets an elbow from a passenger shoving his way through to a better position as the bus halts jerkily. It's hard to resist the urge to elbow him back, but she manages it somehow. She mutters in an undertone:]
Traveling like this every day would put you in real danger of falling to the dark side.
[is she joking about Jedi turning evil? yes. yes she is.]
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[ That being said, the moment seats open up, Rex grabs onto Vima's shoulder and immediately manhandles her into a seat before anyone can take it and so that she can, hopefully, not spend the duration of their trip getting elbowed in the face.
Right, so. The plan is that after we secure a ship, we're never getting on one of these ever again.
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And whoa, hang on, whoa--Vima lets out a noise of surprise as he decisively places her into one of the benches. It's not a big improvement, comfort-wise, than just standing up, but it does put her out of reach of most of the jostling.]
You're picking up bus etiquette quick. [She does sound grateful rather than irritated, lightly teasing.] Agreed. Next time we'll just stow away in a cargo hold. It's less crowded.
[The bus herks and jerks along its route until it reaches a train station. Vima taps Rex's arm and nods towards it. It looks like their stop to get out of this manky city.]
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Of course, maybe now it's time to bend the rules a little. ]
Well, as far as I see it, we've got two options. One's to find a place to stay for the night and find a way of increasing our resources. The other's to sneak onto the cargo car.
[ Guess which one he's in favour of. ]
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Oh good. The cargo hold has always been my favorite place to travel. [And she's actually not being totally sarcastic. She looks around, seeing if there's a way to gain access to it. Boarding seems to be managed by swipe-cards and metal turnstyles. They need to figure out where the utilities are.
She goes quiet, looking around like she's checking the platform numbers, but really she's looking at the people. And after a few moments she edges closer to Rex.]
If you take your armor off up top, and I get you a yellow vest, we can get on board.
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[ He doesn't figure he'll be a distraction, but he can certainly make one by causing a little harmless chaos. He's always been rather good at that. It probably has something to do with who he generally serves underneath.
And as for finding something to carry his armour in...
He's getting impatient, so sue him. He spots someone emptying cargo, and once they stroll away for a smoke break, he straight up dumps its contents on the ground, grabs the rolling container and makes off with it. After that, it's easy to take off all of the more conspicuous bits of his armour (though not all of it; his blacks leave very, very little to the imagination and would likely attract more attention than some durasteel plating) and stow them away in it. ]
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She does note that all the people wearing them are older than her by at least several years, which basically nixes any idea that she can pass herself off as a new coworker. Still, she quietly trails one of them, pretending to look around at other interesting things in the station like any other traveler, until she finds a group getting ready to swap shifts.
Then she calls on the Force. To all appearances it's a gust of wind that catches an unattended vest, tugging and puffing it along the ground until she 'catches' it with her foot and then bundles it into her own shirt. And then a brisk walk away....]
Hey! Kid! You're in a restricted area!
[...and an even brisker walk!! but the security guard isn't so easily deterred, as much as Vima tries to ignore him, he is bloody insistent on following her to admonish her. And probably to find her suspicous and ask some questions.]
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Remember what he said about making a distraction? Yeah, apparently he's forgotten about the distraction in lieu of just facing the problem head-on, which means approaching the man with a swiftness of a soldier's stride and staring him down. Somehow, Rex manages to make it look as if he's staring imperiously down at the man without actually being taller than him - it's a skill. Voice loud and crisp, he demands, ] Is there a problem here?
Yes, there's a problem! I found this one trespassing!
A child, trespassing at a train station. Yes, I can see how that would pose a threat to you.
[ His tone's enough to give the man pause. He looks desperately between Vima and Rex, as though trying to weigh whether or not this is worth pursuing. ]
Is she your daughter?
[ Rex is silent for just a split second. ]
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[ Sure! This little white red-headed girl sure is his daughter! Let's roll with that!
#nailedit ]
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IN HINDSIGHT, that was probably a silly expectation to have of Rex. And yet she can't stop herself from grinning as the guard becomes perplexed, and she has to actually smother her laughter when Rex says that YES, SHE'S HIS DAUGHTER. the guard is just staring at this response to his question.
god it's SO HARD NOT TO LAUGH no salvage it salvage it!!!]
Dad! I was just trying to find your vest when this guy here started getting all huffy! Did the people who hired you tell you that you'd be managing a bunch of jerks?
[Unsurprisingly, the guard bridles at that.]
Hey! I'm not a jerk! It doesn't matter whose kid you are, it's not safe to go wandering around back here!
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[ The man pales. ]
W-what? Look buddy, your daughter's the one breaking the rules--
[ Rex clears his throat, laying it on thick. He's not the best liar in the world, but he's a damn good drill sergeant, and that's an easy enough thing to rely on. ] Don't go changing the subject on me! I've got reports on my desk talking shoddy worksmanship, slacking off during work hours, clocking out early - do I need to add talking back to that list? [ The poor man opens his mouth, then closes it. Rex somehow manages to puff up even more, even without his armour - evidently clones are a lot like peacocks. ] What's your name?
What?
You heard me, man! What's your name?
Andy. Listen, I don't want any trouble.
Not from me, you don't. Listen, Andy, I'm willing to let this go and have a fresh start from here on out - if you get out of my sight. [ Andy stares at Rex, petrified. ] I mean now, Andy. [ Cottoning on, the man scarpers. Rex looks towards Vima with a pained expression and a shrug. ]
Could've gone worse.
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Once Andy flees the vicinity, Vima is finally safe to let it out and bursts into giggles.]
Poor, poor Andy. I think he might go looking for a new career after that.
[She gives a quick glance to ensure that the folks who've stopped to look have dissipated to their own schedules and hands over the bright yellow garment.]
Here's the vest, boss.
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[ Rex grimaces. ]
No, I can't say it. Not even in jest. [ Dad. Stars, the people here must be idiots. He can't believe that that actually worked, that anyone had believed for a split second that he was somehow this young Padawan's father. He puts on the vest as quickly as possible, surveying their surroundings. ]
But on the bright side, I have a feeling Andy's going to be telling all of his little friends about us. C'mon, let's go. Nobody's going to ask us what we're doing now.
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Nope, we've just made you into the scariest man in this train station... without even waving a lightsaber around.
[This is a serious accomplishment, okay.
Vima locates the cargo car, still with its doors wide open--and she thinks she can overhear Andy's voice on the other side of the train, making her grin again as she climbs in.]
Hm... not the most comfortable-looking accommodations, but at least it's basically clean.
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Chances are, we won't be able to improvise like we did just now when we liberate a ship from the feds. Best we come up with a cover story now. Something a little more believable, perhaps.
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Good idea. Hm... [Something that people will believe, which isn't that they're family....
Uh.
That's a big problem, actually. Vima has no idea what passes for plausible on this planet and to tell the truth... she doesn't know what would pass for it even outside the scope of the Jedi.]
Maybe--student--and a teacher? [that's the only other type of relationship she's familiar with.] You look theright age for that.
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Yeah. We can work with that, [ he says slowly. ] I'll act as your tutor. Rich kids get... [ He waves one hand vaguely, as though to describe something he has no experience with with gesture alone. ] Taken around enough.
[ All right, so the only frame of reference he has for that are holos, knowledge of some Senators' children and, of course, a holobook or two that someone had smuggled in as contraband.
He finds himself considering what it must be like to be Jar Jar's tutor and is suddenly, deeply glad that he's with this pesky youngling instead. ]
We're on a trip for your own edification.
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[The train lurches forward with a lot of clanking and chuffing, and the cargo rattles around. Vima can feel all the bumps and jolts reverberating up from her bum through the rest of her. It's novel, but not totally comfortable. Honestly it drives home how primitive this planet is compared to everywhere else she's been... and she's been to many places.
Well, there's no knowing how long they're going to be in here for. Might as well start the edification now....]
So how long has this war been going on?
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[ Rex seems to have finally relaxed now that they're moving at a decent clip, safe in their little makeshift bunker. If they're going to get into any trouble for what they're doing, it'll be once they get to where they want to be, so that'll be quite all right. ]
With any luck, it won't be lasting much longer.
[ Both sides are running out of resources, and quickly. The speed at which they've been tackling each other can't be sustained. Even someone as gung-ho as Rex can see that every time he sends out a request for more equipment and gets less and less as time goes by. ]
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She's curious if that's the same with the war Rex is involved in, but she has another question.]
What will you do once it is over?
[under the assumption, of course, that he'll survive to see it.]
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I haven't planned that far ahead, [ he says bluntly, tilting his head back a little to rest against the rumbling cart. ] Best not to rely on a future that may not happen.
[ What will he do? He has no significant skills, not like some of his men. Many of them would be fine - they're brilliant men, storytellers, artists, doctors, technicians, sharp with one thing or another. Rex has always been more of a jack-of-all-trades. Good at nothing, really, beyond being a soldier. It's all he's ever wanted to be. ]
I imagine I'll continue to serve. Even after the war is over, there's plenty that will need to be done that has nothing to do with fighting.
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