[open] I'm passing sleeping cities

[droide]

CHARACTERS: L3-37 and YOU!
LOCATION: Ximilia station
DATE: February 15th
CONTENT: L3-37 returns from a trip home to the body she hasn't had in over a decade. A body which is still damaged from the bandit attack.
WARNINGS: loss of autonomy, severing of close familial connections. will edit as necessary

01. (Not So) Triumphant Return [OPEN]

[ Those who feel the tug and then find themselves back aboard the Ximilia, orb in hand, will notice that they're number is less than it had been on the surface of the planet. Their resident droid freedom fighter seems to have vanished during the teleportation back to the station. A day passes, two days. It seems that L3-37 really is gone.

But then, she's back, arriving on the teleportation platform, missing half her arm just as she had been in Scorpion's Bend. It's almost as though there was a delay in retrieving her. She seems to be in shock, at first, as her remaining hand pats herself at various points on her chassis— her chest, her hips, her dome. ]

It's back. It's really back.

[ Not "I'm back." "It's back." ]

02. Parts Of Me Need Fixing [OPEN]

[ Returned to the station and her body, it doesn't take L3-37 long to find herself in the laboratory, working on a computer there to draw up blueprints for her replacement arm. Sure, she could just replace the arm she'd lost, building one that's identical to her remaining right one. But she had seen the usefulness of having a weapon affixed to her arm during the confrontation with the Bouldersnakes. Not only that, but her time back in her galaxy had been spent without any hands at all, or any of the rest of her body. When you spend over ten years bodiless, you have a lot of time to daydream about the body you long to have. She has a unique chance now, to make the improvements to her body that she's been dreaming about.

Find her tweaking her designs on the computer in the laboratory, visiting the armory to make the weaponry she plans to include in the new arm, or searching for the parts she needs in tech storage. Or, later in the week, once her designs have been finalized and her parts selected, find her assembling and installing her new arm. ]

03. Somewhere To Lay My Head [CLOSED TO FINN]

[ Now that she's back, both back in her body and back on the Ximilia, Elthree has decided that she wants somewhere better to stay than in the tech storage room. During her previous stay, she'd waved off the idea of claiming a bedroom, reasoning that she had no need for either a bed to sleep in, or a room to keep the belongings she didn't have. But she does have a collection of belongings now, accumulated over the months she'd been part of the Ximilia crew last time. Thankfully, Finn was gracious enough to offer to share his room with her. Elthree moves in, a small box of her personal items held in a box between her hands, both old and new. ]

I appreciate this Finn, thank you. Just— fair warning, it's been a while since I took up physical space, and I'm still getting used to the feeling again. So don't mind me if I wind up knocking into the furniture as I walk around.

04. The Cards Are Wild

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Comments

[thelastb1]

You were on the Falcon's navicomputer... that doesn't sound great. It actually sounds really horrible. I'm glad you ended up with a body again.

Wrist rockets. Like a B2. I'm hurt. [There is a deadpan imitation of betrayal as he notes the similarities to the B2 Super Battle Droids of the Clone War. Still, he carefully analyzes the schematics.]

[droide]

It wasn't all bad. I had company.

[ There's a pang of loneliness as she misses the constant presence of her sisters, their minds right alongside hers at all time, but she refocuses, moving over to allow Roger to leaf through the schematics at his leisure. ]

It's a good design. [ Is her only justification of the wrist rockets. ] I've built something similar before, but never for myself.

[thelastb1]

Well that's, better? [Roger decides not to question that any further, lest he discovers something he wishes he hadn't. Although he can't say he's not curious about how up-to-date L3 now is about galactic events.]

It is a good design... [the schematics for L3's arm, at least.] Do you have the parts you need?

[droide]

It was.

[ She can't imagine how lonely she would have been for fourteen years, bodiless and alone, unable to communicate with anyone. ]

Whatever I don't have, I can obtain using the fabricator in the armory.

[thelastb1]

Okay.

[Roger would ask about helping with assembly, but that seems like it could be some time away. As such, there doesn't seem to be anywhere else to go with this particular topic. So, instead, the mention of the fabricator sets him on a new line of conversation.]

I didn't put any weapons in my arm, when I built it a few months ago, but I've always wanted an electrostaff. Like MagnaGuards had. A staff that can block lightsabers without being a lightsaber. I never had a way to get one, or to learn how to use one, but after that whole mission, maybe I should.

[droide]

[ She looks at him, intrigued. ]

There's no better time than now. After the way the last mission ended... I think we'd all do well to arm ourselves.

[ Though, someone wielding an electrostaff without knowing how might hurt themselves as much as anyone else. ]

You could probably ask around to have someone teach you how to use a staff.

[thelastb1]

[He definitely should. R0-GR was literally made to know how to use a blaster and it's still debatable whether he can be trusted with one. He certainly should not be handling electrified until it's been verified that he knows what he's doing with one.] I've heard of a few people offering training for weapons like it. I'll probably ask one of them.

[droide]

That's a sound plan. I know once I've got my new arm built, I'll be putting in some hours in the training room.

[ Even if most of the skill with the weapons she has planned comes in programming the targeting systems of the missiles themselves. ]