But I'm only human (open)

[provenforce]

Who: Rey
What: settling in and stuff
When: throughout June
Where: different locations in Trench

Content Warnings: possible discussion of child abandonment, war stuff, will add more as needed



i. Sanguine Station (the first few days after arrival)

Remembering who she was was easy. Coming to terms with the reality of this place was harder. She spends a few days at the inn, pouring over the journal that had been given to her along with other items. There were others who seemed to be in similar straits, and if anyone approaches her while she's sitting at one of the tables in the inn with the journal in front of her she'll speak with them.

ii. exploring (anytime)

Once she's quietly freaked out enough at the inn Rey sets out into the city. She finds herself in Willful Machine, walking through the shops and pausing to look at anything shiny that catches her eye. She likes to touch things though she makes no attempts to buy anything.

She is surprised when she finds a shop selling old bits of machinery and wires, taking more time in there than anywhere else. In her mind she's cataloguing everything, how many portions certain parts would have gotten her back on Jakku. Part of her is still the starving scavenger girl, even if she's tried to grow beyond her.

iii. house hunting (towards the end of the month)

The inn was comfortable enough but Rey needs her own space. Part of her had been looking from the first day, but so much of the Trench seemed loud or crowded, both things that Rey enjoyed, but on her own terms. She needed something quiet for her own space, and after almost an entire month of staying at the Sanguine Inn she found a small victorian-style bungalow at the end of a road of homes mostly overgrown by vegetation in Crenshaw.

It was big enough for her to park her speeder that had somehow appeared on the beach not long after she had, and had a little shed out back that had an old workbench that looked like something she could repurpose into something useful.

The yard was overgrown with weeds, so after moving her meager belongings in she got to work in cleaning up the yard.

iv. wildcard

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[provenforce]

She purses her lips at dustball but doesn't say anything else about it. She's grown used to people insulting her home planet. She knows it's a desolate place, but there was beauty there, if you knew where to look. She would always have a place in her heart for dry sand and night breezes.

At his surprise of her knowledge of far off places she shrugs.

"A lot of people pass through Jakku. I've met Zabraks from Iridonia and I've never seen one that looked like you. But I know stories about Dathomir and the witches there." She'd always liked stories like that. Anything that was exotic and different, which was just about everything when you lived on Jakku.

[survivalthroughhate]

"Yes, Dathomir certainly has a...reputation among the galaxy at large." While it wasn't as out of the way as Jakku, it still was in the Outer Rim, and overlooked by many. But those that did know of it often heard the rumors of how Dathomir was home to mysterious witches and the warrior men that served them as the Dark Side of the Force permeated the entire planet.

"The Nightkin there are not fond of outsiders." And Dathomir itself seemed to not like those from the galaxy at large to stay too long. The constant presence of the Dark Side tended to drive outsiders mad if they stayed there for years on end, though the natives seemed to be immune to this effect.

He comes a few steps closer, watching the girl carefully. "What does the Clone Wars mean to you?" He's trying to judge from when Rey is from, unsure given there span of people here in Trench came from thousands of years in the past all the way to two generations ahead of Maul in his personal timeline.

[provenforce]

As he approaches Rey stands her ground, watching him carefully as well. She can sense the Darkness in the Force around him, but she doesn't flee from such things the way some Jedi might. She was only afraid of the darkness within herself.

"The Clone Wars happened long before I was born. It was the year 35 ABY before I woke up here. 54 years after the Old Republic fell." She knows a little about the Clone Wars, not much because so many of the records of that time were wiped out. Old stories carried to Jakku and half corrupted Empire archives were all the information she had on the wars before her birth.

[survivalthroughhate]

"Ah. I am long since dead at that point in time." He's seen his future and already knows of his demise at the hands of Kenobi before the Rebellion manages to crush the Empire and Luke redeems Darth Vader to bring about the end of the Emperor. Maul doesn't sound sad about the fact he knows he dies. That is simply the way of things and he's resigned himself to the idea he will never gain revenge on all those he blames for the misfortunes of his life.

"Tell me, what is your name, young Jedi?" He's assuming she's a Jedi from what he can sense in the Force and the lightsaber she carries. There was something a little heartening to Maul knowing that the Order had survived in some fashion. He hated the Jedi of his time but that has more to do with the fact he feels the Order is full of corrupt, arrogant hypocrites who practice old rituals without truly understanding why they are even necessary anymore. Wiping them all out had been extreme but necessary. It looks like it helped to give way to a new chapter for the Light Side of the Force. No doubt he expects there are still Dark Siders around too even if the Sith might have ended with the death of his master.

[provenforce]

It's a surprise to her how cavalier he is about his death, but then what she knows of the Dark Side they are often hand and hand with death. She certainly felt strange speaking to others who she knows died either during her time with the Resistance or before. This place was a new beginning for them far more than it was for her.

"Rey. What makes you think I'm a Jedi?" She's hesitant to use the title herself, especially after meeting those who were Jedi at the height of the Old Republic. She had assumed the mantle after Luke had died, but it still never felt quite right. She couldn't forget the darkness that still dwelled within her, that she couldn't seem to expel.

[survivalthroughhate]

Maul chuckles briefly. "Well, you're no Sith, I can tell that much. And the Jedi of the future feel a little different in the Force than those of my time." Interestingly enough, Rey herself feels different than even those like Luke and Ezra that he's met here. It's that darkness within her, something even other Jedi don't seem to hold onto.

"I am Darth Maul." A fully-fledged Sith and a proud one too if his tone of voice and dignified bearing is anything to go by. "But you needn't worry about having to start any feuds with me. With few exceptions, the Jedi and Sith in this city are in a stalemate. There is far bigger things at stake here than old rivalries." Survival was the main thing they were all after and so Maul has learned to behave himself.