[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

[droide]

[ Elthree sits up, her attention immediately grabbed. ]

Hang on— The first Death Star?

[ Implying there was more than one!? ]

[hatejakku]

[ .......................... shit ]

... Um-... Well-

There were two. But, uh, it's okay! Because that one's destroyed, too. Calrissian helped!

[ Distraction! ]

[droide]

[ She gives a sort of stunned nod, indicating that yes, she understands what he's saying, but it's still mildly horrifying that such a weapon would be built twice. ]

That's. Good. That's good to know, thank you.

[ Still a little stunned by hearing everything, Elthree sits back, leaning on her hands, and shakes her head. ]

It's strange, to be back here... In my body, without my sisters.

[hatejakku]

[ Have they talked about Starkiller? He's not gonna mention Starkiller.

Anyway, he begins to nod when- Uh- ]

Sisters?

[ Does... she mean in the Falcon?? ]

[droide]

The other droid minds in the Falcon's navicomputer. V5-T and ED-4.

[ If she had a mouth, she'd be smiling fondly as she remembers them. ]

We called ourselves the Millennium Collective.

[hatejakku]

I didn't know that.

[ Obviously. It just feels like something he should have known, right? ]

Were they built into the ship or... was it like what happened to you?

[droide]

V5-T was there the longest. She's the transport droid that was built into the ship. Sometime later, before Lando got the Falcon, ED-4 was added— she's a splicer droid. But it wasn't until I got there that either of them had much of a concept of identity or individuality.

[hatejakku]

[ Huh. He just quietly takes that in for a second. ]

... I'm glad they have you then. I'm glad you found them.