Apr 06, 2020 8:04 AM
Dreamshaper Felix and Sith Dusk
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Felix tried to fly as high as he could and as far as he could, just to be sure. Didn't work.

He slept, to check and this isn't his home universe. He is away from home and lost. No one he loves is even going to miss him, because there is not going to be anything to miss. There will be a fork left behind.

He dreamed up a bit of pocket dimension to house himself because the vast desert was not a comfortable place to cry on.

But after crying for a good part of a day he resigned himself to at least try build a life here in this strange universe. His dreamshaping happily informed him of many, many species of people around. Not to mention robots, faster than light travel and many other wonders. He also discovered an unexplained translation power, but he is too weak to speculate about it.

Instead he just flies to the nearest settlement that where he can find a way to a city of some sort.

Absently, he wonders if he is an unusual sight. Perfectly human looking, except for the red-orange wings, wearing nice but practical gear and carrying a hovering container that could easily pass for luggage of some sort (and in reality hides his fountain).

Felix does not look like he spent the past while crying, but he does look openly miserable.

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He's unusual enough to get stared at some, anyway, though that may just be that this is a small enough town that everyone knows everyone else.

The main street is pretty obvious, and if he's going to find help it'll probably be there. There are a few shops, a tavern, a parking lot containing a few speeders and shuttles, an inn, or some benches if he'd rather just sit for a while.

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Felix waits until he has heard some of the language to identify what they speak here and adjusts his universal translation accordingly. He is looking for someone that can take it to he nearest major city. Are there anyone obviously offering that service? He can ask at the tavern and the inn if there is no one obviously offering the service.

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The bartender directs him to a grizzled, wiry human sitting in a booth near the back of the bar.

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He thanks the bartender and goes over to the man.

"Hello? I'm Felix. I'm looking for transportation."

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"That'd be me. Where to?"

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"I don't have a specific destination in mind. My criteria for places to go would be: needs to have a pawn shop; a population over a thousand; spaceport; some place where I could blend in. More or less in that order of priority."

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"So you want to go to Kincardine, more or less. What kind of schedule are you on?"

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"I don't have a schedule. Ideally, I wouldn't need to sleep here or on the way there. But that is it."

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"If we left now we'd get there after midnight. If you just need money for the inn I can have a look at what you're pawning."

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"It's not about the money for the inn. I just have peculiar sleeping preferences."

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"All right. Two hundred credits, and we can leave in two hours. A hundred if you'll wait until morning."

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"I have some things to trade that are worth that much. If you're not interested I could find somewhere else to pawn them off and come back to you later."

If he is interested, Felix has some various items good for trade, mostly spare parts. He checked and researched enough that he is definitely offering more than necessary, but he hardly cares about paying too much.

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He's interested, and only tries to gouge him a little bit.

"All right. Come to the shipyard in two hours; tell them Raafi sent you."

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Nod. Felix goes outside to wait for the two hours to pass. There isn't much he can do about the local weather that wouldn't be noticeable but he pokes at some things just to make rain that bit more likely.

Anything eventful happens during these two hours?

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Not especially. Lunchtime comes and goes; people continue to intermittently stare at him; a cute toddler asks if he can go talk to the 'bird-man' and his father tells him 'maybe later'.

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Felix gives the toddler a brief smile, but deigns to interact with anyone otherwise.

Once the two hours are nearly up he goes to the shipyard and does as instructed.

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The man at the desk gives him directions, which lead him to a medium-sized shuttle. Raafi is standing beside it, with a squat cylindrical droid beeping angrily at him about how the shuttle's splines need reticulating.

"Yes, all right, you can take care of it tomorrow."

"I won't be responsible if you wreck the compressor again!"

"Tomorrow, RJ."

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Felix doesn't notice anything unusual about the droid's language. He didn't even notice that it was a different language,

"Hello, is there a problem?"

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"Oh, Hello! No, no problem. You know droids, they want everything just so. We'll be ready in ten minutes." He gestures for Felix to come aboard.

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In he goes. His luggage is a hovering metal box thing that follows him around, about three feet tall and vaguely cube shaped. What sort of vehicle is this?

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Kind of a shabby one, though it doesn't look any worse than any of the others on the lot. Raafi gives him a tour - bunks there if he decides to use one, refresher there, lounge, galley, cockpit. "Make yourself at home; you can stow your - luggage - in the closet there if you'd like."

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Nod. "Thank you. I will be busy reading, but feel free to interrupt me if needed."

Felix stores the luggage inside the closet. He goes to the lounge and starts reading about the various galactic species, planets, etc.

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Another few minutes of preparation, and off they go.

Felix will be left alone until dinnertime, when Raafi comes out to offer him a meal.

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Which Felix politely accepts. He asks if everything is alright.

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"Yep, fine. We're making good time, nice tailwind today."

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