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[He has no idea where she's going with this, but he'll tag along. He rubs his temples and gestures with the (still) mostly full glass.] Space? No, no. Never dreamed I'd have the grades for it. Swimming in a pool of money on the other hand...

[It wouldn't be the first time someone has inquired as to what exactly Zoidberg is. But really, he's busy eating, all right?

But he supposes he's not quite starving at the moment, so he looks up from his feast at the inquisitive ~~hur hur u c whut i did thar~~ young man.]

Why, I'm Dr. Zoidberg of course!

[Not quite answering the question, but still.

There's a remaining strand of spaghetti that somehow is still on his head, and his tentacles grossly suck it into his gullet.]

But surely there's another planet with food about five minutes away maybe?

[Zoidberg may be used to space travel, but he's used to travel that involves making frequent stops. So he simply shrugs. Running out of food doesn't occur to him at the moment because there is so much of it.

But his ears perk up (metaphorically) at the word "chips."]

Chips you say? Lady, if I've seen any chips, I've already eaten them.

[Right. Of course he has. She frowns and sighs, and flicks an empty bag of something onto the floor in her annoyance.]

How're you even able to eat that much?

[She wants to ask where it all goes, but figures that might be rude for a first conversation.]

I mean, you're obviously able to. But you're not sick or anything? Not gonna... [She trails off there, using her hands to make a motion that starts near her face and clearly is supposed to represent someone throwing up.]

A blue box... Like a cardboard box... Or a shoe box... [ Wait for it. ] ...That is awesome.

[ Here's that curious derped up face to answer your next question, Rose. ] Ohhh, I am on the blue team! We sometimes fight the red team. But sometimes we are also their friends. We all go on lots of adventures too! Like that one time that an evil A.I. took over one of our friends and tried to kill us all. And then that other time that my best friend was actually an A.I. too, but he wasn't the mean kind. And I had to get really angry and think of mean things so I would be able to beat up a whole bunch of evil robots to save him and his kind-of-mean girlfriend... That was fun.

[ Oh, sorry. You were just joking, weren't you? He didn't get that. ]

Edited 2013-04-29 04:51 (UTC)

It's more of a blue...time box.

[She's really not sure what else to call it but that, while keeping it vague and light and fun. So she just smiles and nods, as if that's the most normal thing for a girl to get the pleasure of riding around in. But then he's describing all of his adventures with evil A.I. and the red team , and robots and mean girlfriends, and -

Well.

He's been through a lot more than she would've originally given him credit for. She reaches out to touch at his arm, being careful not to be so fast that she startles him.]

Sounds like you've had enough adventure, yeah? And you're on another one right now, being here.

[That makes her stop and realize that she's on another adventure, this time without any sure way out. She looks up, and then all around the area they're in.]

There's so much out there, so much to see...I dunno what being stuck here'll be like. But it won't be so bad, will it? Another adventure. You think we'll land on a brand new planet in a whole other universe?

Well, the bad news is that there are no pools of money. Not... really any currency either. The good-or-probably-worse news is that apparently the selection criteria doesn't include grades, 'cause here you are.

[BIG SMILE. Sorry 'bout your life, attractive man.]

You don't know-

[Okay, focus]

He'll want to meet you. He'll have things he'll want to discuss with you. Quinlan, I mean. Anakin...we won't be able to wait long, you realize.

[old seems to be accurate in every sense, does it.

he certainly recognizes galadriel, and it shows in the slight widening of his eyes, the way the spoon stops halfway to his mouth. and he'll just take a moment to finish off that spoonful, slowly and carefully.

it's difficult to smile in the face of one's adversary, as if it's a pleasant surprise to see them. it is little different from celebrimbor, however; except that celebrimbor knew not who he was at the time, and galadriel...

well.]

..Good evening. My Lady.

I imagine he will, given our apparent points in the timeline.

[ .. no, they certainly won't be able to wait more than a day or two, at best. it's certain that anakin already knows he's there, just as he's aware of his father. ]

I think it might be best for you to speak to him first. [ his mouth quirks, rueful and a little sad despite himself. ] He may need-- time. Or he may choose not to speak to me at all. Either way, I wouldn't blame him. It's a little much to put on someone.

[ Startled is definitely not the word for it. It's not everyday that a pretty lady even comes near Caboose— Considering he's only been around a bunch of mean guys for years and the only 'lady' he's had an interest in was their robot tank's A.I. named Sheila; He hasn't really had the opportunity to be around any half-decent women who weren't mean to him.

So he's blushing like a freaking idiot now while trying so hard to keep his cool. That's failing miserably though. And honestly, he doesn't know a bit about traveling through the universe. So, naturally, his mind skips over that unknown information and jumps straight to the next related response he can think of without really thinking about it. ]

I like adventures. They are not bad at all. [ Well. ] Except for when I am being shot at with big guns... Then it is bad...

[He pats Luke on the back - it's friendly, certainly warmer than most of his interactions with Luke as an older Jedi.]

I will. The next time I train with him.

[Which should be today.]

[it feels like a beacon in the force; a bright spot that can't be ignored. something calling to him in more ways than one. it's something that's happened to him before, of course, but never this intensely. it's never been so strong that he's been forced to drop what he's doing (helping artoo get cleaned up again) and head off to investigate. but that's exactly what he does, the droid trailing water behind them as he follows after anakin. it's an action that barely registers with the jedi, his steps quicker than usual as he leads the way through the hallways, following that burst of light that he can't even begin to ignore.

a rounded corner, a sudden halt and-]

You're him. [the other skywalker that Han had mentioned. he doesn't need to ask; already knows through to his core. the force works as a confirmation, proof that this is more than just a man stealing a family name. this is family itself. this is-]

You're Luke Skywalker. [his robes, almost as dark as those that luke may remember from their last meeting, are drawn tightly around himself. he wants to be there, is meant to be there. but that doesn't mean he's particularly comfortable about it]

My name is Anakin. [no surname because...he isn't sure it needs to be said.]

[ the gesture startles him a little, leaving him blinking at the other man until a warm smile returns to his face. ]

You certainly aren't what I remember. [ he makes a gesture to the rest of the ship, then, brows arching. ] --I don't suppose you can fill me in on how we're all here, can you?

[And he just shakes his head]

You certainly like the easy questions. You could have also gone with how old is Master Yoda, precisely, or perhaps with the age-old how many levels deep can you go into Coruscant before you emerge on the other side.

[These are not questions people actually ask.]

[She glances over at him and frowns. He better not be shot at all that often, or she's going to have to have some words with his teammates.]

Anyone here tries shooting at you, they won't know what hit 'em. You and me, we'll be the blue team while we're both here.

[Of course, she won't go around fighting a red team or anything, but she figures that there's no harm in making a friend on her first day and forming a team she can belong to. She holds out her hand for him to shake.]

Deal?

[ She knew that voice. It took her a moment to remember the name - why are the lights so bright in here? - but when his name comes to her she wonders how she ever forgot it. ]

Scott? [ She calls out to him.

She pulls down her hand now to force herself to adjust quicker.

Scott is here. ]

I'm... in this place. With these weird tubes. I don't really know what it's called to tell you. Where are you? [ She looks around for him, she doesn't speak too loudly, though. She knows he'll hear. ]

[ Allison still hasn't gotten her bearings and this 'tiny hug' almost knocks her back flat on her ass. The good doesn't really help.

It's taking awhile for the disorientation to wear off. Being in space is no easy thing. For a moment, she wonders who this person is that's hugging her. Then she hears that soprano voice, catches a look from those sharp eyes, and takes in all that strawberry blonde hair.

She knows this girl. ]

Lydia? [ She asks, astonished now. ]

What are you doing here? What's going on?

[ Oh yeah, as for what she said, Allison gives a half laugh out of an attempt at normal but more from nervousness. ]

Of course it's me. Who else would it be?

[ even with the lingering pain from his experience on the death star, even with distraction and the confusion from his awakening fogging up his mind and his senses, he still recognizes his father's presence in the force. he'd know it if he were on his death-bed. but-- it's different here. brighter, clearer, without the layers of shadow and anger and murder that years of hate will eventually give it.

he lifts his head, blue eyes meeting a near-identical gaze, and for a few moments, luke is frozen to the spot, heart hammering in his chest, throat too tight and eyes hot. this is anakin-that-was, anakin-that-should-have-been. he remembers his face-- briefly, glowing dimly against the night. and then he'd been gone.

but this-- this is flesh and blood and spirit, all bound up together. this is strength and youth, pride and power.

there's a brief, breathless laugh that sounds in the air between him, and luke realizes it's him. ] Yes. [ yes, he's luke, and yes, suns, this is most certainly anakin. yes, to what lies unspoken between them.

i'm your son, but he can't-- can't say that. it makes it too real, and for someone anakin's age, that-- it would be too cruel, wouldn't it? instead, he scrapes up a shaky smile from somewhere. (you were dead and it was my fault-- but it had been his father's choice, hadn't it?)

they have.. a chance here. somehow. (luke has a chance.) ]

I-- never expected to see you again. Certainly not like this.

Edited (herp) 2013-04-29 05:52 (UTC)

[ he laughs, shaking his head. ] Master Yoda was old enough to pretend to be senile when it suited him, which is probably far more important than a number.

--He never did think much of my need to know things. Serenity still isn't something that I do very well.

[Oh my god why is he stuck with all these smartass young Jedi who make him feel old when he is still a padawan, he doesn't know. But it doesn't matter because he's smirking.]

My own Master used to tell me something similar. I think we all only improve when Master Yoda shakes his head and tells us how disappointed he is.

[It's some kind of Jedi rite-of-passage.]

I'll try and answer, but I don't have many of them. And there isn't any time here for Serenity, anyway.

Apparently, I have a thicker skull than most, then. It took telling me several times-- [ and losing his hand. ] --for me to learn.

[ his head dips in another nod, tapping prosthetic fingers against his outer thigh thoughtfully. ]

I'll be grateful for any information you have, actually. Though I've heard there's a network. I should probably check that, too.

[She doesn't bother to smile; she sees no purpose in it. Instead, her face is a careful blank, her posture stiff, her eyes cold.]

Is it to be courtesies and smiles between us, then?

[She steps forward into the room, but makes no further approach.]

[he does, if only because he has been smiling the past several decades in the faces of tar-calion and his court. but with better intentions this time-- or rather, not much intention at all. he isn't planning to send her on a suicide mission to aman, in any case.]

It is to be a greeting, nothing more. And are not greetings meant to be such, in polite company? [nothing more, nothing less. he takes a moment to readjust sleeves over bare hands before picking up the bowl again, more carefully this time, still smiling and still watching.]

So we do meet. [back home, that is. han hadn't been particularly forthcoming with answers as he'd like. so while anakin knows that luke is from a time far in to his own future, he doesn't know much beyond that. even with the force confirming their connection, the idea of luke being anything more than a relative lost in a move across the galaxy hasn't been something he's focused on for too long. even his theories about obi-wan's vision were left behind with the end of that conversation. it's easier that way. whispers of their shared connection to tatooine, to obi-wan kenobi; they're voices he'd pointedly ignored since the moment the other padawan shared his vision with him.

the whispers in the corridors hadn't helped, of course. there would never be any escape from those hushed tones, no matter what he tries. it's those very same whispers that echo in his head now, pushing him to ask those questions. to discover just who luke really is.

a liar? no. a slave? no. family. family that's few and far between. blood can't be ignored so simply. blood that keeps him from turning tail and leaving this conversation to the other jedi aboard the ship. obi-wan and quinlan would undoubtedly be better suited to all of this. or han solo, a man who actually knows luke in return. anybody other than him. run away, it whispers. leave now. he can't be trusted, it hisses. but if this really is all an elaborate trick, he's ready to see it through to the end. anakin skywalker never backs down from a challenge.]

Has anybody informed you of what's happening here? [the ship. why the two of them are able to meet like this in the first place. they're details he really would prefer to leave to somebody else to answer. and if the voice had its way, he'd turn around and do just that right now. but while the voice wants him to leave, the force implores him to stay, and it's far easier to sink in to that feeling of safety that accompanies a power so absolute as the force itself.]

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