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[open] let’s start at the end and work back to beginnings
WHO: Boba Fett and you!
WHEN: Shortly after returning from the Labyrinth
WHERE: The Beviin-Vasur farm, on the southwestern outskirts of Etraya
WHAT: Fett discovers a piece of Mandalore has been added to Etraya and is keen to keep it free of outsiders.
NOTES\WARNINGS: None
[ One thing Fett has learned quite quickly about the city of Etraya is that it’s always changing. New buildings and landscapes appear out of ether on a semi-regular basis as Echo evidently rips locations wholesale from their universe-of-origin, layering them on top of the existing environment in a haphazard patchwork. And when he and the other conscripts return from the Labyrinth, Etraya had changed in even more extreme ways than usual.
Naturally, Fett sets about reacquainting himself with the city, keeping his eyes open for any new additions. Not only is it strategically useful to know the lay of the land, but it gives him a sense of his fellow conscripts as well—what kinds of places they’re from, what technology they have available to them. Certainly, it’s not the kind of information he’s keen to discover through conversation.
It’s while he’s conducting the aforementioned reconnaissance that he comes across... something familiar. Really, if it weren't familiar, he probably wouldn't have been able to spot it at all. From a distance, it would be easy to mistake the scattering of partially-subterranean, stone-and-dirt buildings as natural formations or perhaps ruins—the dome-shaped roofs that peek up from the earth are heavily thatched with green wood, mud, and vines, giving them the appearance of little hills or mounds of vegetation. Even Fett thinks his eyes might be playing tricks on him as he approaches, though his certainty grows as he comes closer.
It’s Beviin and Medrit’s farm—where he’d been staying before he’d appeared here. Echo had brought it through.
It shouldn’t surprise him. The whole reason he’s wandering the city now in the first place is to find what new locations Echo has added from other universes since they’ve all been gone in the maze. Should it really shock him that they should have brought one from his own point of origin? And yet, Fett can’t help but feel quietly unnerved as he approaches the thatched dome of the central stone farmhouse. It shouldn’t be here, in this in-between place, ripped from its proper context, surrounded by strangers. It isn’t right.
They’re childish thoughts and Fett pushes them aside as he stops in the doorway. He’s half-expecting to hear Beviin’s voice inviting him in, or for Dinua to appear and remind him, in ominous tones, that he’d better not track mud inside. Of course, there’s nothing. Beviin’s home is silent in a way Fett has never heard before, and for all that this should be a welcome change from the cacophony of family life that usually fills the halls, it only intensifies the sense of wrongness that hangs over the scene.
Fett removes his boots before stepping inside, a habitual gesture of respect. He explores the halls thoroughly, checking the condition of the rooms and still half-expecting—hoping, maybe—to see a familiar face within one of them. But there’s no one. Which leaves Fett with something of a conundrum:
What does he do with this place?
It’s not his, obviously. But it belongs even less to any of the others here—aruettise, all of them, even more so than Fett himself. And he certainly can’t let any of them into Medrit’s workshop.
He’s just thinking it through when he hears the sound of footsteps approaching the main entrance; it seems someone else has also come to investigate Etraya’s newest addition.
Operating on instinct, Fett moves to interpose himself between the intruder and the rest of the home. Whoever it is will find the main entrance blocked by an armored figure, the black visor of his helmet fixed balefully upon them. ]
You shouldn’t be here, [ he says. His voice isn’t angry or even particularly threatening in its tone—just firm and matter-of-fact.
The fact that he's heavily armored and practically bristling with weapons? That might be read as more of a threat. ]
WHEN: Shortly after returning from the Labyrinth
WHERE: The Beviin-Vasur farm, on the southwestern outskirts of Etraya
WHAT: Fett discovers a piece of Mandalore has been added to Etraya and is keen to keep it free of outsiders.
NOTES\WARNINGS: None
[ One thing Fett has learned quite quickly about the city of Etraya is that it’s always changing. New buildings and landscapes appear out of ether on a semi-regular basis as Echo evidently rips locations wholesale from their universe-of-origin, layering them on top of the existing environment in a haphazard patchwork. And when he and the other conscripts return from the Labyrinth, Etraya had changed in even more extreme ways than usual.
Naturally, Fett sets about reacquainting himself with the city, keeping his eyes open for any new additions. Not only is it strategically useful to know the lay of the land, but it gives him a sense of his fellow conscripts as well—what kinds of places they’re from, what technology they have available to them. Certainly, it’s not the kind of information he’s keen to discover through conversation.
It’s while he’s conducting the aforementioned reconnaissance that he comes across... something familiar. Really, if it weren't familiar, he probably wouldn't have been able to spot it at all. From a distance, it would be easy to mistake the scattering of partially-subterranean, stone-and-dirt buildings as natural formations or perhaps ruins—the dome-shaped roofs that peek up from the earth are heavily thatched with green wood, mud, and vines, giving them the appearance of little hills or mounds of vegetation. Even Fett thinks his eyes might be playing tricks on him as he approaches, though his certainty grows as he comes closer.
It’s Beviin and Medrit’s farm—where he’d been staying before he’d appeared here. Echo had brought it through.
It shouldn’t surprise him. The whole reason he’s wandering the city now in the first place is to find what new locations Echo has added from other universes since they’ve all been gone in the maze. Should it really shock him that they should have brought one from his own point of origin? And yet, Fett can’t help but feel quietly unnerved as he approaches the thatched dome of the central stone farmhouse. It shouldn’t be here, in this in-between place, ripped from its proper context, surrounded by strangers. It isn’t right.
They’re childish thoughts and Fett pushes them aside as he stops in the doorway. He’s half-expecting to hear Beviin’s voice inviting him in, or for Dinua to appear and remind him, in ominous tones, that he’d better not track mud inside. Of course, there’s nothing. Beviin’s home is silent in a way Fett has never heard before, and for all that this should be a welcome change from the cacophony of family life that usually fills the halls, it only intensifies the sense of wrongness that hangs over the scene.
Fett removes his boots before stepping inside, a habitual gesture of respect. He explores the halls thoroughly, checking the condition of the rooms and still half-expecting—hoping, maybe—to see a familiar face within one of them. But there’s no one. Which leaves Fett with something of a conundrum:
What does he do with this place?
It’s not his, obviously. But it belongs even less to any of the others here—aruettise, all of them, even more so than Fett himself. And he certainly can’t let any of them into Medrit’s workshop.
He’s just thinking it through when he hears the sound of footsteps approaching the main entrance; it seems someone else has also come to investigate Etraya’s newest addition.
Operating on instinct, Fett moves to interpose himself between the intruder and the rest of the home. Whoever it is will find the main entrance blocked by an armored figure, the black visor of his helmet fixed balefully upon them. ]
You shouldn’t be here, [ he says. His voice isn’t angry or even particularly threatening in its tone—just firm and matter-of-fact.
The fact that he's heavily armored and practically bristling with weapons? That might be read as more of a threat. ]