ANOMALY DETECTED

[indigo_league]

Who: ANYONE AND EVERYONE
Where: ANYWHERE AND EVERYWHERE
When: NOV 25TH to 27TH
Summary: GET IN HERE AND MINGLE
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Mando | OTA

[singlespacedad]

The Razor Crest

[Of all the things he expected to find this weekend, the Razor Crest wasn't on Mando's list. He honestly didn't think he'd be able to pull anything from his world here, the way other people are. While it's not Grogu (the thing he'd like the most to pull here from home), it's still a familiar, surprisingly comforting sight.]

[His new ship is great and all, but there's just something about his shitty, hulking Razor Crest that tugs at his heartstrings.]

[Of course, the damn thing won't fire up, so the touching reunion is short-lived. Mando gets to work trying to fix the ship's engine, so he can fly it. He doubts he'll be able to break the atmosphere and leave this world, but it would be foolish not to try.]

Jet pack

[Once it's clear that the Razor Crest isn't going to start--or maybe Mando doesn't technically try as hard as he could to get it going--Mando takes to the skies with his jet pack. If he only gets it every six months or so, he's going to make the most of the time he has, and practice everything all the moves that he's still trying to master.]

[This time, he has a Corvidknight flying with him, keeping him company and perhaps showing off a bit herself. Yes, yes, Razor, you can do barrel rolls better than dad!]

Being moody

[Towards the end of the weekend, after fiddling with the Razor Crest and spending time in the sky, Mando can be found in the woods. He's lined up a bunch of cans and other trash along a fence, and is systematically picking them off with his blaster.]

Moody

[lightningbearer]

"Nice shot."

Geddoe's not questioning why the target practice. He can think of a few perfectly good reasons himself, after all. It's just that when he heard the blaster fire he came to investigate, just in case something was amiss.

[singlespacedad]

Mando glances over when Geddoe speaks; he heard him coming, but figured he's well armed enough currently to take on whoever might be approaching. When he sees its Geddoe, he nods in greeting.

"Thanks."

He gestures at the cans with his blaster.

"Want to join me?"

[lightningbearer]

That offer gets an amused snort from Geddoe. He appreciates it, but...

"I don't even know how to fire one of those."

Guns of any kind are extremely rare in his world, after all, and archery is a specialized skill he's never developed. And considering that lightning magic doesn't exactly require it, his aiming skills are probably terrible.

[singlespacedad]

"Ah. That's a shame." Right, this guy is from a weird world without guns. Poor dude.

"Do you have anything else you could hit them with? Or I could show you how to use a blaster."

[lightningbearer]

Somehow, Geddoe has managed to get by despite that tragic lack.

"Nothing that needs aiming, no." He could hit them with lightning magic, sure, but that only requires concentration, not aim. "You don't have to go out of your way if I'm interrupting, though."

SHIP

[sassymaru]

I don't suppose you could use a hand?

[Guess whomst!!]

[... Whomst is now a heck of a lot taller than usual. And made of metal. When did he get here? Who knows. Point is, giant robot. Stepping out of a patch of trees to hunker down beside the ship. He's not tall enough to where he really has to do that, but it feels wrong not to - especially when Mando is still Mando-sized.]

[singlespacedad]

[You might be a giant robot, Shadowmaru, but Mando knows who you are! He wiggles out from under the Razor Crest, where he's been working like a teenager in an 80s movie, and waves up at Shadowmaru.]

[He even has a splotch of oil on the cheek of his helmet.]

Always. Can you tilt this hunk of junk up so I get at the [Stars Wars engine part name] better?

[sassymaru]

You... have a bit - on your face.

[He even motions helpfully to the side of his own. Tapping the synthetic "skin". Then rises, bowing deeply like Mando just asked for some huge favor and not hoisting up a junker ship.]

But of course!

[It's... not easy. Unlike the Build Team, he's not quite built for heavy lifting, but definitely better at it than a human would be. He gets a broad shoulder under the ship and hoists.]

[singlespacedad]

Thanks.

[Mando swipes at his cheek and then glares at what he sees on his fingers. Dammit, it's leaking that? He's never going to get this beast in the sky.]

[It is, admittedly, a pretty nice view when Shadowmaru does his hoist.]

Damn. You're powerful.

[sassymaru]

Ah -

[He can't blush, thankfully, in this form, but the compliment does make his engine kick on for a moment or two. His wings even flutter slightly. Why? Why is that happening? It's only a compliment.]

- you should see our Build Team, some day. They would make this look light.

Jetpack

[logical_lioness]

[Hermione had just started walking down the stairs to the kitchen when suddenly she's falling. Or not falling. Zipping in different directions, wildly out of control. At this point, all she's really registered is that something is strapped to her back.]

[Luckily (or unluckily?), Umbra, her Mismagius, and Yorokobi, her Togekiss, have apparently come along for the ride, and are loving being in the air with her.]

[Hermione, not so much. In fact she's screaming her head off, horrified she's about to fall to her death at any moment.]

[As some point in her out-of-control ride, she zips straight past Mando, however by then her eyes are closed as she screams.]

[singlespacedad]

[That is... okay, wow, that's something. The screaming alerts Mando before the roar of the jetpack, and when he turns to investigate it, he almost gets clobbered by Hermoine.]

Huh.

[He doesn't recognise her, but he can definitely tell that's an out of control jetpack, and he flies after her. His own pack never went that wild, but he can imagine how terrifying it would be to be up in the air and out of control. So he flies beside her, waiting for an opening.]

[When she tilts so her back is facing him, Mando dives in. He gets hold of the jetpacks straps on top of her shoulders, and wrestles her into an upright position. Once he's done that, he slaps a few buttons on the side of the pack so it's just hovering and not flying around wildly.]

Sorry, kid; hope that wasn't too rough. You're hovering in one spot now. The pack won't move again until you tell it to.

[Or until he lets go, but he'll leave that part out for now.]

You okay?

[logical_lioness]

[Hovering. Okay, she's hovering. Hovering is...nope, nope, it's not better. Don't get her wrong, she's grateful not to be hurtling through the air anymore, but one glance down and seeing nothing but sky and ground very far away under her is freaking her out. Hermione squeezes her eyes shut, arms flailing as she goes to clutch her saviour's wrist in a death grip. She's breathing fast like she's about to have a full blown panic attack. Oh wait. This is the full blown panic attack.]

Getmedowngetmedowngetmedowngetmedowngetmedowngetmedowngetmedown!

[Yorokobi circles, concerned, while Umbra just doubles over laughing at Hermione's plight.]

[singlespacedad]

[Mando glares at the laughing Pokemon.]

You're not helping.

[Rude! But back to the girl, who is clearly not reassured by hovering. At least she's being very clear about what she wants.]

Okay, I'll get you down. Hold still.

[He's guessing, based on her reactions, that she'd probably like something to hold onto while they descend. So like the Disney prince he technically is a gentleman, Mando manoeuvres himself so they're face-to-face, with him hovering directly in front of her.]

Hold onto me. My jetpack can support both of us, but I'll need to turn yours off.

[logical_lioness]

[Umbra just blows him a raspberry. She's not here to help! She's here for a good laugh. If she had Hermione's Pokegear, she'd be taking videos and photos for sure.]

[Hermione opens her eyes as Mando moves in front of her, and frantically grabs hold of him.]

Turn it off?!! You promise you wont let me go, right?

Kobi, don't let me fall!

[Yorokobi chirps and moves to circle a little way under her and Mando, ready to catch her or slow a fall if necessary.]

Jet Pack

[nightyorb]

[Riz is waiting for Mando whenever he comes back down to earth again. He's been watching him zoom around, and you know what, he wants in.]

So, when do I get a go?

[singlespacedad]

You want a ride?

[Mando crouches a little and opens his arms.]

Climb aboard.

[nightyorb]

I guess you won't let me try it on my own, huh?

[He clambers into Mando's arms, wrapping one arm around his neck, his tail coming up to wrap around Mando's thigh.]

[singlespacedad]

You're not heavy enough to control it.

[The jetpack is built for Mando, who is much, much bigger and heavier than Riz. If Riz tried using it, it would fling him all over the sky.]

Hold on.

[Once Riz is settled and Mando has a good grip on him, Mando triggers the jetpack and they shoot straight up like a rocket.]

[nightyorb]

[That's a fair remark. Riz doesn't know exactly how much this thing weighs, but he's willing to bet it weighs more than he does.

So, he does as instructed and gets himself, if not completely comfortable, then at least very secure in Mando's arms. And then they are off, literally rocketing upwards faster than Riz has ever gone before. He's gone fast on the Hangman, sure, but that was always behind the cover of Fabian's wide back (and he's not sure if the Hangman goes this quick anyway). And Adaine has cast fly on him too, but even then, he was limited by how quick he could move. It's nothing like this, with the wind whipping at his face and his stomach completely weightless and--

His hat is a trusty, loyal sort, but it absolutely was not meant to withstand speeds like this. So there it goes. Goodbye.]

My hat!

[Riz's voice is barely audible over the wind, and okay, he knows better than to reach for it, but goddamnit, he likes that hat!]

Razor Crest

[seefood_diet]

[While Mando has been busy kicking the metaphorical tires on the Razor Crest, he hasn't paid as much attention to what is inside the hulking heap of metal.

Which is a child.

The child.

The very hungry, hungry child.

Grogu wakes up in the nest of blankets on Mando's bunk (it is a good thing he is there and not the little hammock Mando fashioned him; he'd be trapped there, unable get up to Things), rubbing the last traces of sleep out of his big eyes. His ears droop for a moment as he tries to figure out why he woke up, but a loud growl from his stomach quickly solves that particular mystery.

A quick glance around shows that the Mandalorian is not inside the ship, so Grogu slides off the bunk (little feet kicking in the air for a moment before he lands with a thump) and sets off to find him. He's not in the front of the ship (but Grogu does find half a cookie he stashed in the crevice of his chair, and he quickly devours that) but the door is open, so Grogu quickly scurries out into the bright sunlight. He doesn't pay attention to the bright sunlight or strange plants around them. Frankly, waking up on weird planets is a very common part of his life now! Instead, he immediately zeroes in on where Mando is fussing with the Razor Crest.

Scurrying over, he all but throw himself at Mando's leg, tugging at the fabric of his pants. Yes, Hello Father. Please Feed. Starving.]

[singlespacedad]

[Normally, Mando would just assume it was a Pokemon trying to get his attention. But there's something different about this tugging, something very familiar and deeply missed, and when he looks down, he's hoping against hope and pleading to whatever gods battle-worn Mandalorians pray to that he'll see what he thinks he might see.]

[It is one of those weekends after, and if the Razor Crest can appear here, why can't the kid?]

Kid?

[Please ignore how choked up his voice sounds. Also ignore how Mando immediately drops whatever he was working on to swoop down and grab--gently, always very gently--Grogu and pull him into an embrace.]

Kid, you're here!

[seefood_diet]

[Grogu burbles in surprise when he is suddenly swept up in an embrace. Yes, he is here. Of course he is, where else would he be?

Normally, Grogu is all about embraces. Even if the Mandalorian's breast plate might be hard, his arms are warm and comforting. But this one comes a little out of nowhere, and the normally calm, even keel of Mando's emotions buzz against his force senses like a nest of riled space-bees.

Also, he is still very hungry.

Letting out a little whine, Grogu squirms in the embrace, his ears flicking with uncertainty. Yo, dad, what's up, man? Why are you acting all weird?]

[singlespacedad]

[For all that he wants to hold onto Grogu and never let this place--or anyone else, Jedi or other Mandalorian or former Empire douchebag--separate them ever again, he relaxes his grip when the kid squirms and starts whining.]

Sorry.

[Geesh, good job, Mando, what're you doing, trying to crush the kid? Mando adjusts his grip so he can see the little guy better.]

Sorry, I... I haven't seen you in awhile. It's a long story.

[As he talks, he starts rooting in his pockets for something to eat. It may have been awhile, but he remembers that tugging on a pant leg like that usually means the kid wants a snack.]