Zompania Draft - Draftees only, days 1-3.5

[lucetimods]

Who: All Draftees
What: This is your death. Followed by your time-traveling life and desperate bomb hunting.
When: From May 22 to May 20 to early May 23 (days 1-4)
Where: Zompania
Summary: Information post here
Rating: Varies on thread, please mark explicit material.

This post is for the draftee-only portion of the Zompania draft--the day 3 death, time travel to day 1, and then the events until the arrival of the reinforcements. Be sure to use the above info post for any plotting needs you might have. Enjoy!

Please note that there is a specific top-level comment thread for:

• The day 3 arrival of the draftees and the 6 hours that follow until the bomb is dropped
  
• Death--This thread can be treated as REFERENCE ONLY. Responding to it isn't necessary.
  
• Threads prior to departing for Zompania--post resurrection freak outs, arguments over how to proceed, etc.

All other threading, from day 1 until the reinforcements arrive, should be conducted as normal.

Be sure to tag this post appropriately: [canon] character name

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[Days 1-3]

[averybadfeeling]

[Day 1:] [Obi-Wan, for all that he's been through, has never actually died before. It's not an experience that rests well on him, especially not under such horrible circumstances. He does not allow it to interfere with his purpose, and he will be taking great pains to assist any who are wounded, less powerful, or simply not suited to combat as they make their way back to Zompania. This, this is a mission he comprehends. Protecting people. Helping the soldiers. This, he can do.]

[Day 2:][Obi-Wan will be found aiding protecting the largest of the entrances, ensuring that nobody attempts to bottleneck them at the entry points. He's still operating mostly alone, with more of an eye toward protecting his fellow fighters than talking to them, but he's more open to suggestions if anybody has need of his talents.

Once he's inside, he's going to ignore the horrifying sights before him. He's not new to screams of anguish, nor to corpses. Job to do. Focus on the job.]

[Day 3:][When the bomb is found, Obi-Wan will be assisting in holding off the Malnosso outside while the infiltrators and diversion teams do their thing. Once the bomb is safely disarmed, he'll be helping to build a fortified defense point.]

Day 2

[lordhotman]

[The sewer was not a pleasant place to be. From the waste down Zuko was wet with disgusting water mixed with blood from the tunnel that they found leading into the city.

He hadn't actually gone out the other side yet, instead he let his uncle and Wan go ahead. But after hearing the screams the day before... he's not sure he wants to see what's on the other side.

He tries not to think about it though, and instead guards the entrance as others make their way over to get inside. His double dao swords drawn and ready as he keeps a watchful eye out for any of the cultists. Firebending would draw too much attention.]

Day 2

[averybadfeeling]

[Obi-Wan and a Third Party Cultist emerge from the tunnel in a flurry of motion and blades and splashing of water. A blow is dodged, parried, and twisted aside, then Obi-Wan thrusts out his hand and an invisible force drives the cultist onto his back in the water, to be followed a moment later by the flashing blue saber coming down onto the chest of the fallen cultist.

Obi-Wan straightens from his kill with an expression of distaste, and the lightsaber is turned off. Almost as an afterthought, he glances back up, mops wet and filthy hair from his face, and catches his breath enough to greet the sentry.]

"Apologies. He fled into the sewers from inside the city."

Re: Day 2

[lordhotman]

[He hadn't expected anyone to come back out of the tunnel, much less fighting one of the cultists.

Zuko turns around quickly, ready to jump in and help if need be but... this guy seems to have it under control. Looking back over his shoulder again to make sure it's clear, he looks back to the older man.]

Uh... No problem.

[Pause.]

What kind of sword is that?

Day 2

[averybadfeeling]

"It's called a lightsaber. The weapon of the Jedi Order. I won't bore you with the technical details, but in essence, it's a very efficient blade."

[He manages a ghost of a smile for a moment, but his face quickly turns serious.]

"Do you have anybody else standing watch with you?"

[lordhotman]

[Zuko looks quite impressed, and indeed he is. That... Lightsaber was unlike anything he's ever seen.]

No, everyone else has gone ahead.

[And he's waiting, just in case there are any stragglers.]

[averybadfeeling]

"Well. If you'll permit me, I'll wait here with you. It's always good to have somebody watching your back."

[And, after briefly brushing water and detritus out of his hair and shrugging off his sodden cloak, he finds himself a comfortable spot to stand watch opposite the stranger.]

"My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi, by the way. I'm honored to meet you."

[After a glance at his battle-sullied hair, he manages a sheepish grin.]

"Sorry I'm not more presentable."

[lordhotman]

Yeah, sure.

[The boy sounds tired, thanks to all the terrible screams keeping him awake last night, but grateful to have some help.]

I'm Zuko.

[Obi-Wan... The name is not entirely dissimilar from what he would hear back home. There's a little smirk at his comment though considering Zuko wasn't any more presentable.]

I can't wait to get back just so I can have a bath.

[averybadfeeling]

"It's astonishing how quickly we come to miss the little things. A shower. A razor. A cup of tea. Amidst all this chaos, those are the things that always seem to stand out to me."

[And he can definitely comprehend the exhaustion, as well. Fortunately, he's trained to ignore that sort of thing through mental fortitude. That doesn't make it terribly fun.]

Day 1

[tea_lover64]

[There was much to be done, and not a great deal of time to do it. Despite this, Iroh had taken a bit of time to rest, and have some tea. It was vital to take some breaks in order to maintain oneself. He waves over for a man to join him]

Come, you should take a little break. Even the most capable warrior needs to collect themselves.

Day 1

[averybadfeeling]

[There is a part of him that would rather eschew such comforts until the mission is complete. The window of opportunity to prevent the bomb from going off again was getting smaller with every hour, and there was still so much fighting left to do.

But he hasn't stopped moving and fighting since this morning. Since he died. Perhaps a moment for tea wouldn't hurt him.]]

"... Perhaps you've a point, friend. Thank you."

[He manages a slight, weary smile and a nod of greeting to Iroh.]

"Obi-Wan Kenobi. I'm honored, even if the circumstances are... unpleasant."

[tea_lover64]

[Iroh inclines his head in return, and pours the man a cup of ginseng tea]

You are quite welcome.

[He smiles in return]

Iroh. It is always nice to enjoy tea with a fascinating stranger, even if the backdrop is far from idyllic.

[averybadfeeling]

"I can scarcely disagree with anybody who shares such a high estimation of tea."

[He accepts the tea gratefully, his smile a bit broader thanks to Iroh's disarming demeanor.]

"I'm afraid I'm not terribly fascinating, though. Most would consider me a bit dull and dusty."

[tea_lover64]

Ah, a man after my own heart.

[Iroh laughs]

Fascinating is a matter of perspective. Besides, I am but one man, not most.

[averybadfeeling]

"That's a fair point."

[He takes a sip of his tea. Hmm. Quite good. This was doing wonders for his nerves, in fairness.]

"So tell me, Iroh. When you're not setting makeshift tea breaks just outside of the field of battle, what do you do with your time?"

[tea_lover64]

Well, I try to keep myself as busy as possible. Mostly, I spend time working in the tea shop, before I was brought to this world, I had my own tea shop in Ba Sing Se.

[He takes a sip of his tea]

Otherwise I do a bit of training, and play some Pai Sho. If you aren't familiar, it is a very ancient game, though it is much more than that.

[He raises his eyebrows slightly]

How about yourself?

[averybadfeeling]

"I used to be a Jedi Master. A member of an order of peacekeepers and guardians that protected the Galaxy."

[That past tense is a little too final, but he's making an effort not to focus on the negative. He's here to take a respite from the battle, not to bring old battles back.]

"Now, I suppose my activities aren't too terribly dissimilar from yours. Training, meditating, and enjoying what Luceti has to offer. I told you I was dull."

Day 3

[windandrain]

[A defensive fortification is definite not a bad idea, and Saori is more than happy to lend Beardy a hand. In this case, she's deferring to his judgment in a suitable location, and they're poking into various buildings to find the right locale. After all, what she might see as safe is different from what a human that can't just sleep in a cloudbank after all. And she isn't letting him go alone, that's foolishness.]

What about this one? The windows seem intact, at least...

Day 3

[averybadfeeling]

"I'm more concerned with intact frames than intact windows. Glass can be broken, but a windowpane can be boarded to prevent a clear shot from outside."

[He inspects the window. It seems solid. It can be reinforced easily enough.]

"Line of sight to the intersection, a short distance to the entrance tunnels when we need to move quickly... This seems ideal, yes. Thank you."

[And speaking of reinforcing that window, he's going to get in and start doing that. The windows need barricades, the doors need locks, and the supplies need inventory. Oh, and any Third Party cultists that spot them need to be killed.

Work, work.]

[windandrain]

[She'll happily join in the work, moving from room to room in the house and checking for enemies and supplies. A few canned foods, and a good deal of furniture. And thankfully no bloodstains. She's only out of sight of Obi-Wan for only a few minutes, so...what could possibly go wrong? ]

[averybadfeeling]

[With Saori's literal divine intervention, the work takes relatively little time at all. It's simple labor, efficient. Meant to protect and help those in need. It's one of the cleanest tasks he's ever had in a battle.

So, naturally, it comes to an end all too soon. A cultist outside glances toward the window at precisely the wrong moment. And sees him.

And swiftly flies down another street.]

"Blast!"

[windandrain]

[She hears the curse and peers around the doorframe of another room. Not noticing the cultist, she asks cheerfully:]

Is something wrong, Beardy?

[averybadfeeling]

"Do you still have that blaster? I suspect we'll have company momentarily."

[He quickly finishes sealing the window, then retrieves his lightsaber and moves to the center of the room, eyeing the windows and doors warily.]

[windandrain]

Of course I do. I've been taking care of it.

[She's already reaching to her hip, drawing out the weapon and thumbing it's power setting up.]

How many are there? Did you see?

[averybadfeeling]

"There was only one, but he left to get more. No telling how many."

[After checking the front door to ensure his fortifications were sound, Obi-Wan makes his way toward the second floor. He reinforced it against the flying enemies that were approaching, but he also left small windows for ranged attacks- the safest for a group of low-powered survivors to use in a defensive situation. Not Obi-Wan's own taste, but he could manage- he couldn't well open the front door to engage them in close quarters, now could he?]