Ian Chesterton (
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Rescue Me! (from a journalist) OPEN
Who| Ian and open
What| Ian wakes up after his death in the arena and is reminded of what he did there
Where| Training centre - central commons
When| During the last week of the arena
Warnings/Notes| None so far
Ian woke up, which was a surprise in itself. An assessment of his injuries revealed he had none, which was the second surprise. After lying in bed for a while, looking up at the ceiling, he could only conclude that he'd been taken out of the arena before he died from blood loss. Either the technology here was very good or he'd been kept asleep for a long time. He hoped it wasn't the latter and was curious about the former.
He ventured out, feeling tired, but not feeling any of his former injuries. The central commons, it turned out, wasn't the best place to choose. He'd barely got through the door when a journalist shoved a microphone and camera in his face and asked, "We loved your sword fighting. Can you tell us where you learned it?"
A screen nearby was showing one of Ian's fights. One where he killed someone. He'd fought before and he killed before, but for good reason - generally because his or someone else's life was in danger. But there were people he'd killed in the arena for no good reason. There had felt like one at the time, but now those reasons seemed petty.
He went pale and shook his head, looking around in the hopes of seeing someone who could rescue him from this interview.
What| Ian wakes up after his death in the arena and is reminded of what he did there
Where| Training centre - central commons
When| During the last week of the arena
Warnings/Notes| None so far
Ian woke up, which was a surprise in itself. An assessment of his injuries revealed he had none, which was the second surprise. After lying in bed for a while, looking up at the ceiling, he could only conclude that he'd been taken out of the arena before he died from blood loss. Either the technology here was very good or he'd been kept asleep for a long time. He hoped it wasn't the latter and was curious about the former.
He ventured out, feeling tired, but not feeling any of his former injuries. The central commons, it turned out, wasn't the best place to choose. He'd barely got through the door when a journalist shoved a microphone and camera in his face and asked, "We loved your sword fighting. Can you tell us where you learned it?"
A screen nearby was showing one of Ian's fights. One where he killed someone. He'd fought before and he killed before, but for good reason - generally because his or someone else's life was in danger. But there were people he'd killed in the arena for no good reason. There had felt like one at the time, but now those reasons seemed petty.
He went pale and shook his head, looking around in the hopes of seeing someone who could rescue him from this interview.
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"I'm not sure this is just medicine," Callista said thoughtfully.
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"Back home there was man who kept coming back from the dead. He was cloned."
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Callista raised her eyebrows. "You accelerate their growth and use the Force to transfer their memories," she explained. "That's what happened with the Emperor in my reality."
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"You think that's what's happened here?"
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"It's a possibility," she said thoughtfully. "If there was another Jedi here I'd see if they could sense any differences or tampering."
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"What's a Jedi?"
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"I am," she answered, smiling a bit as if that should be obvious. The expression was meant to tease him a bit considering she knew how different their realities were. "They're protectors of the galaxy."
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"No. It would need one who has access to the Force." There was a pause, as she shoved away the pain and sense of loss. "The Force is what binds us together. It's all around us and inside of it. It's... It's what enables us to use a majority of our abilities. I lost access to it recently, but a Jedi who was still in touch with it would be able to tell an original body from a clone."
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"It's not something that can just be reproduced," she explained. "It's life. It's..." She paused then, uncertain. "I'm not explaining it correctly." Then a soft chuckle at her own expense. "That's why I'm not a Master."
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"If only there was a medical way to spot a clone." It hadn't, funnily enough, ever come up at university. "The Doctor would probably know," he mused.
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"Who is The Doctor?" she asked, wondering if that was a title or if it was something else.
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"A spaceship?" she asked, smirking a bit. "So you have traveled through space?"
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"But you knew that the universe had more life than just Earthians?"
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