[The exclamation mark suggests he's hit a nerve accidentally.]
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
Lot of people here have never been off their homeworld, have never heard of other species out there. Wasn't meant as an insult.
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
And you didn't say the lightsaber was a part of being a Jedi. You should've started with that. Now it's interesting. Now it doesn't feel like too much sitting around.
Inside needs cleaning the most. And you wipe it down like this. Run the cloth through the barrel, like so.
[He demonstrates, tucking the cloth in and then using a small, round-bristled brush to push it through.]
A slender stick will work as a substitute. Just make sure you're not scraping the sides with it. If you're not sure you can keep your hand steady, wrap it in the cloth first.
[Slowly Garrus works through cleaning the gun, making sure his movements are easy to follow.]
And there's always criminals using weapons. Makes it easier for them to commit crimes. But that doesn't make anyone who uses them a criminal. It's all in how and why you use them. Your motivation.
I know I guess. I'm from an outer rim world plenty of us don't EVER leave our homeworlds and we DO have spaceflight and we HAVE heard of other species
FROM: skywalker.luke@cdc.org
of course it's part of being a Jedi! lightsabers are very dangerous. only a Jedi can use them properly without being a danger to themselves and everyone else and part of learning how is through meditation
Plenty of people back home don't have a reason to leave their worlds. But we all at least know that we're not the only species out there. We've got a dozen+ spaceflight capable species.
[And only two of them represented here. Sometimes this place gets a little lonely.]
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
What is it about the lightsaber that takes meditation to use? Seemed like your basic plasma blade from what I saw, but there's more to it?
I'm outside the boxing gym. if you're a sniper you can fire on me whenever you're ready
[Any other replies won't be answered, because Luke has put his blackglass away to prepare. Garrus will find Luke sitting on the hood of a landspeeder parked outside the gym. He's sitting cross-legged, and the unignited lightsaber is lying before him. His eyes are closed.]
[He has no idea what that first response means, unless Luke's universe is another without Earth. It's entirely possible. It also means the joke fell completely flat. Oh well.
Garrus re-reads Luke's file as he heads over. Telekinesis, telepathy. That means Luke will know he's there, can stop the bullet with that, too, but he's still a little not sure about just taking a shot when he's ready. Yes, Luke said to. But just in case, once Garrus is in position, he calls out:]
In five!
[Maybe it's far more warning than Luke needs, but he's not going to risk it. Luke is no enemy. And then, five seconds later, Garrus takes the shot.]
[In truth, Luke thought it was funny-- he's also getting a little tired of hearing about this Earth place-- and was just being cheeky. Of course, he's from a place where text-based communication is rare, so his meaning doesn't always come through.]
[While Luke appreciates the intention behind the warning-- he can certainly guess at it, and understand why someone wouldn't want to accidentally shoot him in the head-- it does dampen the intended effect a little. Isn't that a good thing, though? Jedi aren't supposed to show off.]
[With a sigh, Luke stands, feet firmly in place on the hood of the levitating landspeeder. He holds the lightsaber, still unignited, and faces the direction of Garrus' voice. He's half way through a 'can you blame me' shrug when he hears the Force whisper in his ear.]
[It's coming.]
[Luke lets himself relax, trusting the Force entirely. His mind rolls back, and he feels it linking his reflexes with the currents of the living Force, until everything is simple, fluid action. It lasts for about ten seconds, but probably looks much faster, while, in Luke's mind, it felt longer: In one fluid motion, he ignites the lightsaber, waves his arm, deflects the shot, and retracts the blade. Depending on what kind of shot Garrus used (energy-based, or metal slug), he either deflected the energy to a spot of now-scorched pavement, or he cut the bullet in half.]
[He looks up at Garrus with a wide, guileless grin.]
[He's not sure Luke opened his eyes for that. Garrus considers the scorched pavement for a moment before shaking his head, impressed, and seeing the grin on the guy's face. Of course Luke's grinning. If Garrus had managed that, he'd be pretty smug too. Garrus drops down from the top of the truck he'd gotten onto for the shot and walks over to Luke while he puts the gun away.]
And that's... because of your religion?
[This would be the first time Garrus has ever seen something religious be actually useful. At all.]
Or not-religion. I wasn't quite clear on it.
[But if sitting around meditating could achieve that, Garrus might just be willing to accept that there's something else out there. Maybe. It depends on how much is ascribed to this other being or whatever it is Jedi believe in.]
I still dunno if I'd call it a religion. Religions have... gods, that kind of stuff. [Luke Skywalker, resident theologian. He sits down on the hood of the speeder, his legs dangling off the side. Things always feel a little brighter and sharper when he's let himself blend into the Force like that, and it makes him cheerful and easy-going. It's not like he's not these things to begin with, though, so the noticeable difference is negligible.]
Being a Jedi means you can become one with the Force... if you practice enough. Meditation is a part of that. [Lots of meditation.]
[The guy does seem pretty cheerful, or he has every time Garrus has noticed Luke. It's a little strange. Or maybe it's a facade. It doesn't really matter either way, yet. What does matter is that there isn't a deity, because Garrus likes not believing in them.]
The force.
[If this is another Fade thing...]
What is it? Is it some sort of calmness?
[That would fit with meditation, at least. He comes over and leans against the speeder himself.]
Uh, sort of. It's the natural energy of all living things. It flows through everything, everywhere. Jedi just train enough to... influence it. [Luke extends his hand, and a tiny pebble from the asphalt begins to rise from the ground, gently floating on the breeze as though it were a falling leaf. Eventually, it lands in Luke's palm.]
[He's explained this concept several times since he got here, and he's found it works best when it benefits from a demonstration.] It's sort of like luck, or fate. It let me know where the blast would land, and I let it move my hand... [The idea dawns on him just then, and he beams,] like I moved this pebble, and, well... you saw what happened.
[Garrus had somewhat been with Luke until that. Sure, okay, everything has energy, why wouldn't someone figure out how to tap into it? But it moving Luke's hand suggests more. Suggests awareness. And he almost doesn't want to ask more questions because the look on Luke's face is so bright... But maybe if they find a way to make it make sense to Garrus then it'd be even brighter.]
Couple of questions, if you didn't mind. First, how's it work with a rock when a rock's not living? Second, how did plain energy know to move your hand?
[In the past, Luke's seen explaining this sort of thing as an annoyance-- it's hard and involves a lot of metaphors and philosophical thinking. But now, after the constant repetition of the CDC, he thinks he's getting good at it. He sees answering questions as an opportunity. This is surely part of being a Jedi master-- it's something he'll have to do for his padawans, one day.]
[His padawans. He keeps grinning.]
Because I'm a living thing, that's how I was able to move it. [That's a simple answer, he thinks. Well, if he explained it correctly. Only time will tell, huh?] Another way to think of the Force is... luck. Or fate, or chance. There was a way to block your fire, and the Force let me see it. All I had to do was trust it, and be able to listen.
[There, Luke's not sure he explained it correctly. He kind of cringes, shrugging, and waits for Garrus' inevitable confused reply.]
[ Oh, that brush. He attempts to get the cloth in first as Garrus demonstrates, but it flattens and misses in his hands, and so he takes the next suggestion (though with a stubborn frustration in doing so), putting the cloth over the end of it.
It's easier, and gets the job does. Red watches and listens, looking down once he's gotten the idea to resume. ]
Mm, I know. [ He does, if because of his time here, because of people like Garrus. It was just hard to forget. ] People use pokémon the same way too. Like tools, all for their own gain. They know what they can do and they abuse it.
Since your commander apparently doesn't give a damn.
from: attano.corvo@cdc.org
I have an ability that allows me to walk in the skin of another for a short period of time. Complete control of their body. Miss Sun told me to take down Shepard down nonlethaly for PKN7. I misunderstood. I employed it on her. Once it ended, the Commander proceed to beat me for it quite thoroughly.
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