momslilassassin: ([neg] disintegrating you with my brain)

They'd been down in the caverns for more than a week now, and other than a rather awkward meeting with the Hidden One and a really small hole in the wall, had very little to show for their time.

Ben swung his pickaxe at a particularly stubborn bit of stone and imagined it was the Hidden One's face, a fantasy that gave him some satisfaction as he worked. "We need to get out of here," he declared, and not for the first time.

Or the hundredth.



Where Ben and Ender do some investigating )

[OOC: Taken from Aaron Allston's Outcast, then tweaked. Preplayed with the delightful [livejournal.com profile] endsthegame.NFB, NFI, still livin' in a hole...]
momslilassassin: ([neu] looking up)
After scaling the walls of the temple, the Jedi and Ender stood before the platform where Charsae Saal had said his goodbyes and tried to figure out the trick to the Baran Do sage's disappearance. "If we assume this is the means by which he vanished, there's probably a mechanism somewhere," Luke said thoughtfully. "If he triggered it himself, it was with the Force."

"We would have felt that," Ben pointed out, narrowing his eyes and moving his fingers along the edge of the platform. "Someone else must have helped."

Luke snapped his fingers and a portion of the top platform swung down, leaving a gap easily large enough for a good-sized human or a Kel Dor to fit through. "Shall we?"

"Masters first," Ben replied immediately.

They used the hook and line that Luke had kept on his belt for as long as Ben could remember, repelling 10 meters down a dark hole and found themselves in a storage chamber of some kind, standing on a hydraulic platform that, retracted as it was now, was almost at floor level, but when raised would go to the ceiling and the hidden entrance above.

"Pretty simple," Ben whispered before he and Ender followed Luke through a permacrete-lined corridor towards the living beings Ben could sense through the Force.

"Might as well barge in," Luke said, shrugging.

"They're Baran Do Sages," Ben agreed. "They're not going to try to kill people for prowling through their basement, I hope."

Skywalkers were amazing planners.

Breaking and Entering for Great Justice! )

[OOC: Taken from Aaron Allston's Outcast, then folded into origami cranes with the help of [livejournal.com profile] endsthegame. NFB, NFI, and the guys are kind of incommunicado for the...um, foreseeable future?]
momslilassassin: (Default)
Ben didn't often feel like a complete outsider, but Dorin (even aside from being one of the ugliest planets Ben had ever seen) seemed bent on convincing him that he was.

It started with his breath mask that covered his face and attached to an extremely heavy backpack full of an oxygen-nitrogen mix that he could breathe (as opposed to the Dorin atmosphere of mostly helium that he couldn't), but left him with the distinct feeling of being chained to his luggage. It continued to the people: Kel Dors were tall and angular, with bald heads, sunken eyes, noses that looked like failed attempts to become beaks and large, toothless mouths that looked like they belonged on really old people. It bothered Ben to realize that how much it, well, bothered him. Maybe this trip was a good thing: too much time surrounded by humans had gotten him thinking only in terms of what humans found attractive.

Where Luke, Ben and Ender meet the Baran Do sages. )

Son, go beat her up. )

[OOC: preplayed with [livejournal.com profile] endsthegame and based off of Aaron Allston's Outcast. NFB due to distance, but open for emails and phone calls if you're interested!]

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