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Cassian Andor ([personal profile] diametrically) wrote2023-11-03 08:31 pm
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[personal profile] carmesi 2024-07-29 10:26 pm (UTC)(link)
( when wanda had said that she needed a break from earth, a respite from all the bullshit that she had gone through as a sokovian, an avenger, and a fugitive, she hadn't meant going off-planet. but rocket had been there, offered the possibility for adventure in the 'great beyond', and in not wanting to be stuck in the limbo of the aftermath of thanos, she had agreed.

what had started as a little misadventure with the guardians soon became wanda's own exploration of the world beyond earth; she had no where to return to, but she still kept a radio attuned to rocket's signal—should she ever need help, she could always call in the guardians. that much made her feel a little more grounded. but, otherwise? she was on her own.

time has passed without much importance for wanda, her days measured by the amount of fuel on the tank of her borrowed space-ship. it's a ratty old thing, but it works fantastically well, and the controls were easy for her to learn. it just needs some fine-tuning once in a while. right now is such a time. she has landed in a planet with a name she can't quite pronounce (so she chooses not to), and while she initially thinks it's a fuel situation again, she is forced to admit to herself that it isn't. not when one of the pieces under the hood is smoking and it looks like she's got a leak from a broken tube somewhere. with a sigh and a scoff, wanda pushes her way towards the settlement, wondering if the scrapyard or the tavern would find her a finer choice in assistance. rocket had tried to teach her the basics, but wanda knows when she's out of her league.

wanda is lucky despite her misfortune, finding a spot of vendors by the scrapyard.

.... )


Nyeta. ( this much jawaese she knows. ) I don't want — I don't want the latest model. I just need a fix.

( it's clear she's been at this a while, the sun scalding up ahead. she rubs sweat from her forehead, sighing as the jawas present her with more and more expensive options. )

I don't un-der-stand you.
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[personal profile] carmesi 2024-07-29 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
( one thing rocket has taught her is to not outright trust just about anyone that comes up to her with a good samaritan spiel. she is already someone who doesn't trust easily to begin with, so it almost goes without saying, but she won't deny that it is certainly lucky to have someone come to her aid.

wanda huffs out a puff of air and then steps away from the sunshine and onto the shadow of the stall, glancing at her—as of now—savior. )


I think so.

( she eyes him with some skepticism, despite it all. arms crossed, she pulls inward. )

I don't know much about spaceships. Hoping that I can just replace the part and it'll be fine.

( putting a lot of hope in that, huh... )
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[personal profile] carmesi 2024-07-30 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
( here, now, more than ever, wanda feels remnants of a life in sokovia when she'd have to constantly be on the alert for anyone trying to take advantage of her teenage-naivety. everyone she meets in these galaxies beyond the milky way seem to be all far too familiar with space travel; going to another planet or to a nearby constellation is like hitching a ride to another country. the guardians made a fair point in not letting her 'newbie'-space status be a known factor.

before she had people who would look after her.

wanda brought this whole situation upon herself, in wanting to escape a life that no longer felt worth living. her eyes look over the man before her, lean and seemingly friendly, with a face that carries the underlying traits of someone who hardly sleeps and is more tired than what he gives himself credit for. she'd use her telepathy to get a sense of him, here, but something about the pull of the planets and the different stars have her feeling queasy whenever she tries to draw out her powers.

(or maybe she's nauseous with guilt—)

she sighs, ultimately, taking a deep breath afterwards and her face clicking into tense consideration. )


Are you some sort of mechanic? I'll have you know—I don't have a lot of credits.
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[personal profile] carmesi 2024-07-30 07:58 pm (UTC)(link)
( it's almost disarming, and wanda wonders if she should be allowing herself to trust the overall picture and not her gut feeling. wanda has met more reassuring individuals in her life, built on the stirrups of confidence and arrogance, but something gentler than the preening of macho feathers is perhaps what she needs during these trying times.

there is still an ounce of reservation as he makes subtle references to his generosity. but, before she knows it, the jawa merchant comes along and this (kind) stranger is taking over the negotiations here.

suppose she will have to trust someone with more experience than her.

with a wordless nod, wanda pulls out the device that ticks away with credits, allowing for the scanner to transfer the credits to the jawa merchant. the color on the narrow screen goes from a healthy green to a wary orange, and wanda huffs, knowing that she ought to find a way to get some more before her resources deplete entirely. putting the device away into her bag, wanda then urges the stranger to follow her to where her ship is currently parked at. )


I have some tools you can use.

( it's not hard to notice the stranded ship, a colorful model, but one that's definitely a little older, put together with scraps and new gears. it's an amalgamation of mechanical generations; rocket made sure to provide her with something that wouldn't just randomly explode, and with the things they could acquire in knowhere? it's a pretty decent piece of junk

for a solo traveler, anyway, though wanda tries to ignore the extra seat at the cockpit that remains empty in her travels.

she motions at it, bringing out the key to the side door. )


This is it.
Edited 2024-07-30 20:00 (UTC)
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[personal profile] carmesi 2024-08-04 08:09 pm (UTC)(link)
( wanda isn't entirely too sure that she feels very comfortable in this man using such familiarity in how he talks to her, referring to 'we' as some kind of team up, currently, but perhaps it's enough of a brash thought for her to realize that she has far too many hangups to be judging people so harshly. still, she steels herself to her circumstances, tries not to be appreciative of this stranger's help when he owes her absolutely nothing.

inside the ship, she pulls off at the scarf that she had wrapped over her head and shoulders, setting it down on one of the wall-benches. she herself circles around the center console, looking at him as he looks about. )


The best mechanic I know put it together for me. He reassured me it wouldn't give me trouble as long as I didn't push it.

( —and push it she had. even if rocket's job under the chassis speaks of an expert's hands at work, the general look of the ship was meant intentionally, so that wanda would be able to camouflage easier with the other heaps of metal without catching anyone's greedy eye.

it isn't rocket's fault that she attempted so many jumps between galaxies. )


I thought I'd try fixing what's wrong first before calling him. Don't tell me it's a lost cause.

( she stops by a ladder that leads onto an alcove; that's where she sleeps, a general living space behind her. a box of tools sits atop a table.

despite her arms being crossed, her shoulders relent in their tension. )


My name's Wanda.
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-01-13 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
( it sounds like a name that isn't really a name, but what does wanda know about those in the other side of the galaxy? a frown pinches her expression as he tells her that he needs to check the engine.

that much makes sense, but — it won't cost her anything, will it? seeing that he has to put extra effort into this. )


Do you have your own tools?

( guess she is going to let it happen.

wanda grabs at the toolbox; it's a little light, but rocket supplied her with just about everything she would need. )


—I have this. I also want to see what you do.

( not because she has trust issues or anything. is that insulting? anyway, she adds, hurriedly, )

To learn.
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-04-22 04:36 pm (UTC)(link)
( wanda feels her cheeks flush, because it sounds (and looks like, as his lips lift into a grin) like he's teasing her. she draws her hand back, crossing her arms. she also feels as if she needs to explain herself; though he is human, like her, he is from a different galaxy.

customs are different. )


Where I come from, women who get stranded and are on their own are usually taken advantage of. I'm not helpless, even if I seem like it.

( even if much of her magic is hurt by different cosmic factors at this time (or maybe, really, a blockage of her own emotional stunting). )

You're still a stranger to me, Gavnic. Though I do need... your help, and I appreciate that. ( that being said— ) I'd rather you use my tools, yeah.
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[personal profile] carmesi 2025-04-22 05:47 pm (UTC)(link)
( her guard seems to go down the moment he apologizes, the moment she can register sincerity in his actions and tone. wanda has always been direct, and she isn't afraid to be it, even now, in space. thankfully, gavnik seems a more decent sort than most others.

wanda inhales deeply, then gets down on her haunches alongside him. he asks her to tell him what she does know about the tools, and the reality is—not much. )


I know this one is for soldering. ( she points at one of them, then continues pointing out others that she's familiar with. clearly her knowledge is there, but she lacks practice, certainly. ) I'm a quick learner, but it helps me to see when you work. I'm very visual.

( well, she certainly is a little warmer towards him now, at least. )
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[personal profile] ascetical 2025-01-15 05:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Surely it wasn't so awful
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[personal profile] ascetical 2025-01-15 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Is that an official invitation?

Ah, yes I sincerely apologize

My padawan had something of an emergency
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[personal profile] ascetical 2025-01-15 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
To be fair I was debating the level of awful more so than whether it had been at all

Everything's fine, you know how Anakin gets sometimes

The smallest conflict becomes the end of the world when you're as young as he is

I'm a little more interested in your current whereabouts
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[personal profile] ascetical 2025-01-16 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
Of course
Awful or not, I won't leave you on your own again

And while I do hate flying, it seems the quickest way to reach you


[ aka thank u for the location pin ]

In the meantime, with as much as you can tell me: what can I expect tonight?
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[personal profile] ascetical 2025-01-16 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
Stranger things have happened
And I do feel much safer in your ship than Anakin's


[ The boy can be so reckless. (affectionate) ]

I haven't the foggiest idea what to expect

But then my master used to say the Force works in mysterious ways and that one ought to expect the unexpected

I suspect it's a better response than 'I don't know'
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[personal profile] ascetical 2025-01-17 08:00 pm (UTC)(link)
I appreciate that
I especially appreciate not having to witness a brawl over such a controversial statement


[ It's only funny until Anakin takes it to the next level. He does so love his Very Extra padawan. ]

Unfortunately my master and I didn't always see eye to eye on the so-called intentions of the Force

So no, and I won't be using such a line in any future scenario

But do tell me what happened last night