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[Jay returns from the draft and once again gives his public opinion.]

...What a mess. It looks like the Malnosso had some fun while we were gone. What a perfect way to clear out the village for a manhunt, to send half of the population on a draft. They would pull something like this at the most...convenient time.

[Of course "convenient" is drenched with sarcasm, because it was only convenient for the Malnosso.]

So these are the terrible consequences we were promised? Just a little bad weather? Somehow I expected more from them. I suppose I'd better get busy and find out how the aforementioned manhunt went.

As for the draft, it went well, as usual. Though it does feel good to get out of that space suit...

[And then he'll go out and explore the damage around the village.]

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Hello again, Jay. Have you heard the good news?

...Is there good news? I'll be glad to hear it.

Would you like it over the journals, or in person?

Hmm...if it's that confidential, it might be better to meet in person.

It could be. How about meeting me on the southern edge of town? There is some debris I could use a bit of help clearing as well, if you don't mind.

Hmm. I'm not sure how useful I'll be with that, but I'll see what I can do. At any rate, I'll see you there.

[Small and scrawny = not good at lifting heavy things.]

[Regardless, Jay will pack up his journal and head to the southern edge of town.]

[Luke's waiting on the edge of town, already hard at work moving the big branches with his repulsor sled. Its just some sticks and twigs left really. Just lots and lots of them.]

Good afternoon, Jay. Sorry for asking you all the way out here.

[Well, that doesn't look too bad. Jay approaches and watches for a moment, to see exactly what he's doing with all of those twigs and branches.]

Oh, no need to apologize. If I minded, I would have declined.

I'm just getting this mess off the road, and putting it all in a pile. It'll be nice to have once winter arrives. The big stuff I'll take into town, see about making some planks out of.

[He gestures to a cart]

If you don't mind, can you toss the twigs in there?

Yes, we'll never know when we may need these things in order to survive.

[He complies, beginning to pick up twigs and toss them into the cart.]

So, what is this "good news" you mentioned?

Well, if you didn't hear, Catherine wasn't taken. Your decoy plan worked.

[Luke grins over his shoulder as he shoves another big branch onto the sled]

[He definitely smiles at that. Of course his plan worked! He wouldn't be the most brilliant strategist on the Legacy if his plans didn't work.]

Oh, that is good to hear!

[But of course there has to be more as well.]

I take it you didn't get drafted this time? Do you know what will happen from here? Any further contact from the Malnosso?

I was not drafted, luckily. As you can see, there was a flood, and the Malnosso sent droids and shift hunters. We drove them back, but the decoys were all taken by the new droids. We can't really effectively fight the new ones, but the old ones...are something of a joke.

[He actually smiles at that, remembering his and Hulk's destructive dance through the enemy ranks]

And Catherine. He passed on after the battle, of old age. He did make some assurances about his rebirth, and seemed genuinely grateful for our efforts. That seems to confirm my suspicion that the Rogue Party is not in power.

[Jay shoots him a curious glance at that. The old droids were a joke? What kind of strength does this person have that would make a joke of the old droids? He has to find out...]

The new droids? What were they like? In the years that I've been here, no one has been able to fight off the droids when they came for a kidnapping.

[He picks up another handful of branches, but once the news of Catherine's death hits him, he freezes, his hands hovering over the cart. He releases, letting the branches fall in.]

He...oh...

This is...strange. It's one thing to be revived when you die of unnatural causes, but old age is quite different.

I did not fight the new droids, but judging by the reports, they possess the powers of anyone kidnapped by the Malnosso. As for the old ones, droids are nothing...uncommon in my world, and not being constructed of Cortosis fiber, my lightsaber tends to clear through them without much trouble. And...I was working with others, Daisy, the Hulk, and Harry Dresden.

[Noticing Jay's reaction to the other news, Luke stops working and turns]

It is quite shocking. But, he seemed appreciative of the efforts we'd taken on his behalf. I spoke with him personally.

I see. Those are certainly new. Combine the different abilities of all the people here, and they would be a formidable force.

[The weapon sounds curious.] ...A "lightsaber?"

So he will return...otherwise, our efforts would have gone to waste.

[Luke waves his hand, and from his belt flies a small cylinder, drifting into Jay's hand.]

That is a lightsaber. Please, don't point either end at your face. The button to activate it is rather sensitive.

And...Catherine seemed certain that he'd return. And that he'd be alright when he did.

[Jay studies it curiously, also noting the telekinesis that was used to send it to him. Respect points have increased.]

So you can use telekinesis as well. Very interesting.

[Taking care not to point the ends at his face, Jay rotates the cylinder in his hand. His thumb eventually reaches the button, and the blade suddenly flared out from the top. The sudden activation startles him, but fortunately, he manages to keep it steady. He brings the blade horizontally in front of his face, examining it.]

I see. I've seen a blade similar in my world, although the blade itself isn't stored like this.

[He carefully presses the button again, deactivating the lightsaber, and then holds it out in front of him to give it back.]

So when Catherine returns, I assume he'll be younger? Maybe then he'll be able to think straight.

[Luke nods]

The Force...has a very wide variety of gifts. Telekinesis, telepathy, precognition, and augmenting my body are some of the powers I'm more skilled at.

[and he shakes his head]

I certainly hope so. He was positively ancient, I've only ever met one sentient being that looked that old, and Master Yoda was an alien. He did offer us one favor, as well. He's going to give us a way to fight off kidnapping Droids.

The Force? It feels good to have abilities like that, does it not? It certainly sounds useful.

[But he actually likes the sound of Catherine's favor, but he's still not too optimistic.]

A way to fight off the kidnapping Droids? That's something we definitely need. Let's hope he can get it right. He's been famous for his...mistakes ever since he appeared.

Its certainly nice, yes. Its...a connection, to all things. An energy field given off by life forms.

[Luke shrugs]

He felt sincere. If he can get it done, it would be wonderful. I trust that he'll at least make the attempt.

[Okay, that sounds kind of creepy when it puts it that way.]

I suppose his efforts seem genuine enough. I suppose I just fear that his lack of competence could cause some serious damage. It's already caused plenty of humiliation in the past.

It has, I remember the anchoring debacle. We'll see what comes of it.

[Luke starts to help load up the cart]

How did your mission go?

There's been worse, actually. A few years ago, he had created a portal, and promised that it would send us home. However, anyone who stepped into it found themselves transported to random locations within the enclosure, unable to write, and only able to make animal sounds. Afterwards, Catherine appeared to us for the first time, and he seemed so surprised that the portal didn't work.

[At the next inquiry, Jay moves over to pick up some more branches.]

The draft went well. Not much to report from my perspective.

[The little thing about getting beat up and rescued by Vincent, he won't get into that.]

Boy, that sounds unfortunate, if somewhat amusing. At least it wasn't dangerous.

[Luke shrugs]

I hear the General was involved?

Amusing in some ways. There are always people who would take advantage of the humiliation of others.

[Himself included, sometimes.]

Yes, I heard the General showed up again as well. I didn't run into him, though. We should keep an eye on our journals for a locked transmission. They'll usually inform the population of the major details of the battle.

There are, but it could've always been worse.

I had planned on checking for that, more information is always good. Its the only real way we have to gain the upper hand at all.

Oh, the optimistic types...

[They say the same things over and over...]

Yes, information is one of the major keys to winning any battle. But in a situation like this, even if we had the information, there's also the problem of trying to get out of this barrier of our own accord.

[The optimistic, and those with the strength to make it happen]

Well, who knows what we'll learn. In my experience with war, its better to worry less about the endgame, and focus more on what we're capable of at the moment. Escape isn't likely anytime soon.

Yo, bad weather's pretty bad when it does what it did to this place.

Is it really? Or perhaps it really is worse than it looks?

People's gone missin' and none of the stuff's fixin' itself, yo. Tha's pretty bad if another storm hits.

People are missing? That's nothing new. People always go missing.

[But the buildings not repairing themselves is new...]

So they've decided to rob us of any comfort we had, have they? That's fine with me. A prison, no matter how "comfortable," is still a prison.

Man, Shorty, ain't you carin' that people're worried or hurt?

I don't particularly care, no...

With a few exceptions, of course.

[Maybe that will make him seem less cold-hearted?]

[8( NOPE]

Hey, we all in this togetha', Shorty. You can't just not care!

I can "not care" all I want. I'm doing my part. I just choose not to associate myself with people.

Man, you sound like Phones back when I wanted to punch Phones in the face.

[8| NICE BIG PAUSE HERE]

Yeah, I kinda wanna punch you in tha' face. Maybe it get you the message he got.

So now you resort to pointless threats...

Well, you can try.

[But succeed? That's a different story.]

Naw, it ain't no thread. It's gonna help you figure out friendship or somethin'. Worked for Phones.

[...you know, ignoring the rest of the personal character development Neku went through which Beat is just going to...yeah, ignore. It totally all stemmed from nearly being punched in the face. Yupyupyup.]

Please. Just because it worked for him doesn't mean it'll work for me. If nothing else, it'll make me even less inclined to make friends.

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