On the Heart of Gold

[antarianmax]

The ship's been cleaned. Insanely. Every bit of it's shining brightly, even whiter than it normally is, and all is pristine and perfect for a trip that guarantees, considering time and the personages involved, that by the time they land, it'll be a mess

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[oldschooljedi]

And at some point in time, a figure materializes in the bridge. It is a strange transluscent blue man in Jedi robes. Qui-Gon's Force-ghost has come on the mission. He seems to be slightly frustrated that he is incorporeal at the moment. However, he is there, to lend any aid possible.

[mctrillian]

"You already blend right in."

Said by Trillian, over at the mainframe, resetting coordinates. Every good ship has to turn.

[oldschooljedi]

"I thank you, Mistress. It is not many times that a dead Jedi can blend into his surroundings." He smiles a bit. "This is a quite fascinating ship, to my eyes."

[onehoopyprefect]

Oh, no. Ford remembers the last time a ghostly figure materialized on the bridge of the Heart of Gold.

"You're not Zaphod Beeblebrox the Third, are you? Or perhaps the Second?"

[oldschooljedi]

Qui-Gon turns and bows to the man. "No, sir. I happen to be Qui-Gon Jinn, Jedi Knight. I was hoping to be on this mission while corporeal, however, it would seem that I am stuck as a ghost."

[onehoopyprefect]

Ford Prefect is probably the only being to have been on Earth for any appreciable length of time without seeing a single Star Wars flick. As such, the name and title mean completely nothing to him.

"Oh. Well, that's all right then. As long as you're not family."

[oldschooljedi]

Qui-Gon laughs a bit, cheerily. "I do not belive that I could be considered part of many peoples' family." Excepting perhaps Obi-Wan.

He smiles. "And what do you do, sir, if you don't mind me asking?"

[onehoopyprefect]

"As little as possible, most of the time. But I think on this particular outing, I'm along for intelligence purposes. I won't even comment on the absurdity of that. I'm Ford Prefect."

He sticks out a hand automatically, then draws it back slowly as he realizes the ghost has no way of shaking.

[oldschooljedi]

"Ah. Information gathering, I assume? Lady Valentine told me there would be people who were going down to the planet to assess the situation." He chuckles a bit.

[onehoopyprefect]

"More like information analyzing. As far as I know, there's no need for me to be leaving the ship."

Ford doesn't add how useless this makes him feel, but it's not hard to guess.

[oldschooljedi]

Qui-Gon understands the feeling. Really.

"Perhaps, my friend, something will be found for us to do, as I fear a Force-ghost is of little use on this trip, which makes my presance rather superfluous." He smiles a bit. "Things will always come up, however."

[onehoopyprefect]

Ford sighs.

"Yeah. That's what I'm afraid of. Like I'm around for back-up in case the first team... you know."

[oldschooljedi]

He looks around the room, eyes falling on various members of the aforemetioned first team, especially Luke and Val on the couch. "In case the first team falls prey to the business end of a blaster, as someone put it in my galaxy once." He pauses, a long pause. "I was hoping that would not be what came up. There are always bits to a mission which are unepected, but not bad." He chuckles. "There were many missions which ended up totally different than I was expecting."

[onehoopyprefect]

"Well, cheers to your optimism," Ford says, pulling a bottle from his satchel and taking a long drink. Probably longer than is wise under the circumstances.

[i_spoiled_it]

"You're totally see-through, dude," Stephanie informs him, peering through him with great fascination. "Is that comfortable?"