Log:Morning Visitor

Morning Visitor

Location: Jakku
Participants: Raim Shah, Sirus Yume, Suoh Yume, MR-3PO, Rheisa Dirleel

Dust Fields - Badlands, Jakku The dust fields of Jakku are a broad expanse of nothing but sand and dry lifeless dirt. The daytime temperature here can reach nearly unbearable levels for most forms of life, though the species of animals native to the planet seem to do just fine. However, travellers from off-world may find the entire experience of being on Jakku to be one of displeasure due to the insane day-time heat. The dust fields themselves are a drab sea of gently waving hills, sand and sun-bleached rock being the primary thing for one to see here. Occassionally there is a rocky canyon or the carcass of some long deceased animal, but otherwise the Dust Fields are the sort of place one does not want to be stranded in.

Sun's out, guns out!

Or in this case, arrows. Seated half in the shade beneath the Screw Loose, Rheisa absorbs her morning energy from the warming sand while watching the sun stretch sleepily above the horizon. Her jaw works lazily, chewing a leathery piece of jerky while fingers keep busy rubbing an oily mixture into the wood of her bow, bridged over her knees.

Gnarled, amber wood from Shili's scrub lands has been used to construct this primitive weapon. Its simplistic, timeless design could name it a few years or few millennia old. The wood's been shaved and polished to tame its knotty texture, creating a piece that retains both the beautiful whorls of color and fine, symmetrical distribution of weight.

The 'limbs' of the bow are bare and engraved finely near the tips with a geometric signature of sorts. The grip is wrapped with supple leather, graying from the opposing, oily imprints the user's hands leave behind. The arrow rest is lined with a thinly pressed alloy - slick and smooth. The string is new - made from synthetic fiber, rather than the traditional animal tendon or gut lining.

Raim descends down the ramp, stifling a yawn as he walks. His feet shuffle slightly, revealing the weariness that remains in his body as he struggles to pull the shirt over his upper body. He glares upward at the sun and then blows out a sigh. Scarlet eyes survey the sands around his ship and spotting Rheisa, he moves in her direction. "It's already hot, even this early," he says. He knows that the Togruta ended up in his bunk last night, but he doesn't comment on it. Obviously still wondering if she is still mad at him.

"Yes, is hot," Rheisa replies in a neutral tone around a mouthful of pulped, dried rat. Mmmm. She sucks her teeth, inhaling every clinging fragment between them and swallowing it down. There's no sign of sweat yet though, beading upon her skin. Shili summers could be just as brutal, in the lower scrublands, but not quite this dry. Pausing in her work, she works the cap of her canteen with her teeth before taking a healthy swallow. Presumably water.

Raim continues to approach before tossing himself down into the sand beside Rheisa. He watches her for a moment before he says, "So what is the plan for today, boss?" His scarlet eyes survey that bow with some interest for a moment before he says, "Are we hunting?"

Rheisa doesn't protest to the company. Once the business of thirst-quenching is tended to, she resumes coating her favored instrument of death. And life. "No. I do not think that creature will be back so soon." A sly glance steals Raim's way from beneath her furrowed brow ridge.

A black figure is wandering along the horizon, a humanoid figure that walks rather stiffly.

Raim chuckles briefly and shakes his head. Looking back at Rheisa, he says, "We are going to have to come up with some form of code while we're here. You were on to something last night and I had no idea whether it was an enemy or food. We need some kind of signal, that way I know that I can leave you alone when you are hunting and we don't have a repeat of what happened." His eyes turn at the sight of the black cloaked figure and his brow narrows, his voice suddenly cutting off. Reaching to the side, he taps Rheisa and points with his chin.

Movement of any kind is worth noting in unfamiliar surroundings, especially the bipedal sort. Her eyes catch it - a stark shadow against the rising sun - and silence any would-be rebuttal. Rheisa perks up her head and lifts a hand to shield her vision about the time Raim signals. At least they're on the same page this time.

"Moves slow," she observes aloud, not seeming in a hurry to take action. "Hurt maybe?"

Raim is similarly shielding his eyes at this point, scarlet eyes narrowed as he watches the figures unsteady movement. He is silent for some time, not even responding to Rheisa until finally he speaks in a low voice, "Look at how it moves... the way it walks... does that remind you of anything?" From this distance, it COULD be an injured man, but from years of dealing with droids, Raim can't count out the possibility.

That figure wobbles along without staggering or losing his footing, just wandering along the sand. There is a flutter of some material, maybe the figure is wearing a cloak or something. He is moving closer but his path won’t directly intersect with Raim and Raisha.

Rheisa fishes another piece of jerky out from somewhere inside her shoulder-swaddling shawl and rips a bite free to chew thoughts over. "People walk this way when hurt, here," she indicates her spine. "Or...maybe not people." The Kee'tch'ka shuffle comes to mind and she squints anew. Hm. She doesn't seem prepared to jump to conclusions, but there's a way to find out!

The Togruta tucks her snack away and props her quiver gently behind her before standing with bow and an arrow held loosely in hand. "woooOOOOO!" She hoots a shrill call, ending on a sharp pitch to carry the distance. Raim similarly hops to his feet, shielding his eyes as he watches what the figure does, how it will respond to the call.

The desert winds can muffle many sounds but that whooping carries well enough to cause the figure's halt, and turning to face their general direction. It holds completely still, and though something is fluttering from him he otherwise remains still, arms held out to either side in a traditional CPO unit manner.

Now that they've got its attention, Rheisa lifts a hand high. "Maybe 'it' knows how to get to Reestkii." She steps more fully into the sun, producing her own still silhouette with flipflapping garb, hand still aloft. Beckoning.

Raim and Rheisa are just outside the Screw Loose, staring into the Eastern horizon as the sun rises higher in the sky. Rheisa appears to be waving at something, or someone, tottering along the ridge. Her bow and quiver of arrows are set beside, along with a potent-smelling concoction and rag.

The ramp slowly lowers to the Lucky Strike and down the ramp slowly comes Sirus with a cig in his mouth and a glass of water in the left hand. His eyes looking over the sand and the desert taking it all in with a shake of his head."So much of it." He mumbles softly and then he sits down on the ramp right at the bottom just watching the world.

There's some commotion in the Lucky Strike. "Hell, I'm going to be washing sand out of places. Did you see this?" Suoh can't be seen from the ramp but his voice it heard. "The way it bounces off the scars." He appears in some sort of billowy white outfit like he is some sort of sheik. He has a cloth covering his head, mysterious white knight of the sands of Jakku.

Raim stands with his hand still covering his eyes beside Rheisa as they gaze out into the distance. "Damn think is probably full of sand and its circuits going haywire," he grumbles under his breath as he begins to slog through the sand toward the droid. As he climbs the ascent toward it, his feet slide occasionally as the sand slips beneath his foot.

Rheisa watches Raim trudge along a few paces before deciding she may as well accompany. Safety in numbers, after all. The Yume brothers get a wave from her bow-filled hand as she passes by.

The smoke is exhaled into the air as he watches them and then he notices the droid for the moment. He then moves towards them slowly with his heavy boots and his dark clothing and his hand on his back as well.

The smoke is exhaled into the air as he watches them and then he notices the droid for the moment. He then moves towards them slowly with his heavy boots and his dark clothing and his hand on his back as well. His fingers tracing the blade slowly and his eyes on the droid and then he motions for his brother to follow. He hits the sand moving quickly right next to the other two."Whats up?"

Suoh glances around and moves down the ramp to see what sort of 'thing' the crew was seemingly hunting. He follows along not really sure what is going on, but have his tazer baton at the ready.

The black figure wandering in the distance continues to wander along, walking all stiff and uneven, wobbling a little bit with the motion, still some sort of fabric flutters from him in the wind, is it a cape? Robes maybe? As they draw closer they see the cloth is some sort of filthy tarp, which was not originally black, but seems covered in some sort of soot.

Raim grumbles as the droid begins moving away from them and he calls out, "Hey! Wait up!" He eyes the way the figure moves, and the tarp that covers it. He hustles along, feet sliding in the sand as he hurries to catch up to the thing. "Just stop already!"

Rheisa flexes her fingers 'round her bow, pondering a maneuver that would /certainly/ get its attention. But if it /is/ sentient...she shoves the idea aside and plods a little bit further along behind Raim. Doesn't seem to be in too much of a hurry though, glancing back over her shoulder to the ships which are soon to be abandoned all together. This does not seem wise. The Togruta leaves the faster, more able-bodied men to intercept the maybe-droid and backtracks a ways towards her original roost. "Maybe it is afraid?" she offers in passing to Sirus.

"Maybe or trying to get us to head away." Sirus stops and then exhales the smoke slowly towards the ship with a shake of his head."I mean can't just leave these ships to chase a robot." He then clicks a button and his ramp slides up quickly and he looks back at his brother.

MR-3PO turns, side-stepping a bit in an unbalanced seeming manner and his stiff arms wave a bit. "Oy ain’t needin' no help from ya." His voice is deep, masculine, and somewhat uppity.

It does look like that tarp is stuck on him, flapping a bit in the wind, and now they see he's dragging a good part of it too.

The echani twin, Suoh shields his eyes to follow what the others are looking at. His steel colored eyes peers. His cloak and headdress picks up in the wind and he follows along. "A local?" He asks as he joins his group.

Raim shakes his head and grumbles as he continues to approach, gazing intently at the droid. He looks him over with a professional eye as he says, "No? You seem like your joints are locking up... probably from all of this damn sand. Either that or your motor circuits are on the fritz. And in any case, we may be in need of your help."

Rheisa remains on guard, scanning all surrounding dune lines warily. Her toes burrow into the sand, embracing the heat, and any tremors from surrounding life forms.

Sirus laughs softly as he watches and then his eyes look back towards his ship for the moment and then back towards the robot."Well then...." He laughs softly with a shake of his head."Well then good luck with that." He looks to his friends with a shake of his head."I got some business up in town be back in a bit."

The droid wanders to a halt, a haughty 'harumph' emitting from his vocalizer before he rotates in place with small steps, turning to face them though the tarp covers half his feet. "Oy can’t help nobody on this bloody planet." He emits gruffly.

Suoh crosses his arms and 'harumphs' himself. "This place is more cut throat than Nar Shadda..and it's run by hutts." He waves at his brother as he excuses himself. Suoh hangs back for a time, just to see how this goes

Raim shakes his head and says, "Oh come now, it can't be that bad. And if you don't help us, then you are only contributing to the problem. We are looking for a village, surely you can at least point us in the right direction. I am a droid programmer and technician. If you help us out, I will give you a full maintenance and you will be in better shape than you have been in years. How's that?"

Green-speckled eyes watch curiously as the exchange between droid-builder and droid continues. Very slowly, her unarmed hand slips back into the folds of her shawl and retrieves the remainder of her jerky piece. Rheisa gnaws absently, too engrossed in this interaction to taste it.

"A bloody village? In this endless waste?" Asks the droid somewhat incredulously. His arms lift upward as he speaks. "Oy only know that one there." He gestures toward the west. "And the junkyards, you lot bothered to find a land speeder yet? No 'course you 'avnt." He starts to make his way closer but soon steps on the piece of tarp he was dragging. "Oy bugger!" He vocalizes even as he falls flat on his face.

Suoh sighs and rubs some of the sand out of his ear. Looks up, heat was stifling. "Too hot. I'm going to get a bath and a nap." HE turns and heads back up the ramp of the lucky strike.

Raim curses and moves forward to help the fallen droid, the faint grin on his features flashed toward Rheisa before he stoops to try and help the droid up. "Here we are, up on your feet. Why are you dragging this tarp around behind you anyways?"

Droid down, droid down! Deciding that this creature is fairly harmless and unable to sense any other threats in their vicinity, Rheisa plods forward again to join the two. She smacks the remnants of her desiccated snack between teeth. "It hurt?" She inquires with a point.

MR-3PO's arms push against the sand with limited effect, he's a bit heavy, a little heavier than a normal 3PO droid. The tarp is eventually pulled away, it's caught in places. "Wut? What tarp?" Querries the droid in confusion even as it is helped to stand again. Once his full face is exposed the black droid turns his mismatched eyes toward Rheisa, one glowing brighter than the other. "Oy don't feel pain, miss."

Rheisa loops her bow over her head and shoulder, tucks arrow into her belt, and reaches forward to pick at the tarp snags with sickle-sharp fingernails. Doesn't take long to pull the bits free...or simply tear away what's visible outside the crevices.