i. wake up;

[ waking up on a space ship isn't a new thing for cal; space has been home for a long time. longer than bracca was, longer than even his new ship is. the mantis is home and cal knows the sound of it. he opens his eyes and stares at the unfamiliar ceiling, reaches out and finds that he cannot sense cere or hear greez trying to fish the bogling out of the vents.

he moves slowly, carefully as he pushes himself up to examine what's going on. his dual-sided lightsaber is at his side and cal reaches out to wrap his hand around the handle, holding on to it as he swings his legs over the side of the bed.

there's another one on the other side of the room and, oh, that's got some personality doesn't it. he frowns, narrowing his eyes as he hears the door open. he jumps to his feet, holding the weapon behind his back. ] What's going on here?

[ the words are cautious as the jedi narrows his eyes, level. he tries to tap into the force, into memory, but the last thing doesn't make sense. ]

iii. armory;

[ if nothing else, the training room is a breath of fresh air. cal's thankful for the fact he can make weapons here and set up anything he needs.

for his part, he chooses to set up a few training droids that float around and allow him to chase after them. after mustafar, he's shaken in his own ability and what he knows. there's no time to waste, even if he's not home.

so he does what he hasn't done since leaving bracca --- he trains. lightsaber disconnected into two halves, he wields the blades with skills learned through memory and a too long adventure. maybe cere would have finally taught him something, maybe he could have learned from trilla if she'd been able to escape vader's grips. it's anger that fuels him as he thinks about her words.

'avenge us.'

anger is a dangerous thing, he knows. that's what master tapal had said over and over again. but cal's survived through fear and anger, through hope. so he lets out a scream, slices through two practice droids with a scream and stands over them as they fall to the ground trying to catch his breath. ] Fuck.

iv. kitchen;

[ greens weren't exactly plentiful on bracca. bogano, yes, but cal's not the cook. that was greez's role and they didn't really have any time for something fancy.

so he digs through the fridge for something familiar and instead he finds something he's not sure what to do with it all. he pulls a thick bunch of tiny green flowers out of the fridge, crouched down by a lower drawer and examines it for a moment.

then he looks over his shoulder at whatever soul may be passing by. ] Do people eat this?

vii. music room;

[ music has always made cal feel better, helped him work faster. he doesn't play any instruments of his own but the force helps him pick up pieces, remember songs and recreate them if he can.

so he picks up a guitar left behind, sits down on a stool to drum at the chords. he's not sure who's played the song last but the opening chords are soothing enough. simple before they melt into the sort of music cal likes, rock and roll. he smiles to himself, keeps the song flowing until the memories attached the instrument fade away and he's got nothing to go off of. if he's gathered an audience, he hasn't noticed. not yet. but when he does, he offers a shy smile. ] Any chance you know what comes next?

x. wild card;

[ ooc: feel free to pm or throw a starter my way, i'm down for anything! ]