faderift | Lonely I, I'm so alone now [open]

WHO: Rey and you?
WHAT: Rey settling in to live in the hold
WHEN: after August 10
WHERE: various spots all over Skyhold
NOTES: I have a permissions post for her jedi magics if you're so inclined, if you want a specific starter hmu on pm or plurk.

i. the ramparts

Rey is used to feeling alone. Most of her life has been a self-fulfilling prophecy of loneliness, and every time she thought she may have found a friend she was betrayed or abandoned. Standing on the ramparts overlooking the valley of the mountains she had learned were called the Frostbacks, she wraps her arms a little tighter around herself, reflecting. She'd really thought for a second that she had found her true place in the galaxy, her true calling. Now, she doesn't know what she's supposed to do.

"Probably should have gone back to Jakku," she mutters to herself, a humorless smile touching her lips as she shivers in the wind.

ii. the main hall

She picked a table that looked fairly out of the way, but was near enough to one of the sconces that she could see what she was doing. She isn't trying to stand out, and she keeps her head down, eyes focused on the partly disassembled lightsaber on the table in front of her. She's never worked on a lightsaber before, but the best way to figure out how to fix something is usually to take it apart. Everything she's carefully meticulous about, because she wants to remember how to put it back together. It's not really hers after all. Luke Skywalker would probably be upset if she ruined his old lightsaber.

"Looks like this piece blew out and..." she occasionally mutters something, as she figures out why exactly the lightsaber doesn't seem to be working, when it had been in fine working order before she'd passed through the Rift. It likely won't make sense to anyone passing by her little makeshift worktable.

iii. the library

In her wandering, Rey finds herself in Skyhold's library, and in an odd state of reverence. Paper and leather-bound books are extremely uncommon on Jakku, the weather and poor living conditions making it extremely impractical to keep something that could become ruined so easily. She walks the stacks, just looking at all the different books, and absently picking one with an interesting script on the spine. She opens it, expecting to find a new world of knowledge, but the look of disappointment that flashes across her face is plain as she realizes she can't read the script on the page.

"This isn't Basic, how do they read this?" she frowns down at the pages, turning a few as if that will divulge it's secrets.

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"I built a computer out of broken components from a dozen rusting starships," Rey replies without looking up at her visitor. Generally she doesn't get braggy about her skill, but it's important to her that she fix this lightsaber.

"I can fix this." It doesn't even seem that complicated, now that she's poking through the pieces.

"No, what I mean is, it plain won't work, fixed or not," he clarified. "Trust me, if it did, I would have sent out a dozen SOS signals to the Fleet by now through my communicator." He had tried. Quite a bit. But there was no helping it. Advanced tech simply didn't work here, or at least not yet that he had seen.

He took a bite of sandwich, watching her tinker with it. Even if it wouldn't work, it was still interesting.

"What is it, anyways?" He asked her.

"It'll work," she replies, fairly confident. Most of the components that are damaged look like things that she can replace, and for as elegant a weapon as lightsabers are, they are far more simple mechanically than a communicator.

"It's a lightsaber, a laser sword," she clarifies at his question, finally glancing up. "They aren't common where I'm from, Jedi knights were usually the only ones who carried them."

"All I'm saying is don't be disappointed if it doesn't," he shrugged. He would be amazed and glad if it did work for her, but his experience said if wouldn't.

"Captain James Tiberius Kirk, but call me Jim," he said, holding out his hand to her. "U.S.S. Enterprise of the United Federation of Planets."

She smiles a little at his introduction, putting the tool she's holding down and extending her hand over the table, shaking his.

"Rey. Just Rey," she has no titles or rank to speak of, she can't even say she's a Jedi. Not yet, anyway. "United Federation of Planets sounds like something a space colony would come up with. Do you captain a starship?"

He tapped his nose. "Got it in one. Most advanced in the Fleet," he grinned, the pride evident in his voice and the slight puff of his chest.

"Not that it's doing me much good here, but you know what they say. You can take the captain out of the ship..." He shrugged with a little laugh. "Nice to meet you, Rey. Just get here?"

"I'd just... sort of inherited a ship. Before ending up here, anyway." That was the best way of saying she'd taken over the Millenium Falcon. "Old, but fast." She'd looked at the ship gathering sand for years by the Niima Outpost, with no idea that it was the famous ship that was captained by Han Solo. If she'd known, maybe she would have stolen it sooner.

"I did just arrive. I'm still adjusting, I think."

"Your own personal ship? That's something," he said, quietly impressed. The Enterprise was his, in his heart, true, but at the end of the day legally she belonged to the Fleet.

"I've been here for several months, and I haven't full adjusted yet, so take your time," he smiled at her encouragingly. "I think it's okay if us Rifters never quite adjust, though."

"How long have people been falling through these rifts, do you know?" Seems like it's quite the problem, and doesn't show much chance of them having control over the situation. Which doesn't entirely surprise her, where they don't even have much by way of indoor plumbing in this world.

"Honestly, I don't. I know some people have been here longer than me, but there aren't that many Rifters as a whole," he shook his head. "We seem to be a growing group, but it's slow - and frankly I am okay with that. At most, though, I would say a year, probably less." He waggled his hand back and forth to show he wasn't one hundred percent on that, but it was his best guess.

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