One - Well Honed Thought

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Who: Tyrion Lannister
Broadcast: Fleet-wide
Action: Aboard the Marvisa
When: Er, nowish.

[When the communication device is turned on, you are greeted with a scarred, bearded face that has seen better days, topped with golden curls mixed with black, and mis-matched eyes besides. Despite this rather ... interesting visage, the eyes are mixed with some sort of dark humor and his mouth is crooked with a flat sort of smile. The voice, however, ah, flows like honey.]

Good day, my fellow travelers. I apologize for my ... current state of less than noble stature, but I assure you that a wash and a shave will do no one any favors. I find myself at more of a loss over silken robes onto what ... precisely I am doing here. I have some knowledge - I am on something called a space ship, I am to be an engineer for such a vehicle but ... not entirely sure where, and I am here to entertain people. And before I forget my manners further I am Tyrion Lannister. If that name means anything to you, knowing that I have been thrown into such a role probably amuses you, so I appear to be ahead on my designated purpose on this show.

For the rest of you, I have two questions. One ... is it to be considered amusing when my lack of practical application in managing such a metal beast sends us crashing into some other spacial object, and two, ... there is wine here, is there not?

[A sigh, and a hand rubbing across his beard.] Not a great deal is needed. Just a glass. Just so I can ... stop breathing heavily and think we are all about to suffocate from the lack of oxygen from apparently being surrounded by an airless ... vacuum, I believe the word is, popping into my mind. Yes.

[He smiles, and it's not a bad smile at that.] Pleasure to meet you all, by the by.

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[Tyrion considered all of that, and then gave a half-shrug.] Yes, absolutely. In fact with the right materials it sounds easy enough to build once one understand the principles on which the containment field is to be constructed.

[Ah, the engineer augment seems to working quite well.] I suppose the materials are impossible to come by ... though, we can, if necessary, use some of your modern chemistry to get something of the same effect. [He looks around thoughtfully.] But I shall need a can of compacted air, some flammable rations and of course, flame.

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[Ahsoka shakes her head.]

There's a reason why lightsabers are largely only used by Force-sensitives. Unfortunately, the essential component for a lightsaber is a kyber crystal. And kyber crystals are difficult for normal people to come by honestly. They're normally only found in special Force-attuned pockets of the galaxy, and such places have ways of shielding themselves from intruders. You can't farm them, either-- at least not to my knowledge, anyway. The crystal cave on Ilum only grants you the one crystal per time you visit no matter how far deep in you go, and only if it deems you worthy.

That's why a lightsaber is so personal. It's not just any old blade made by someone else. A lightsaber is your life, a weapon you make through your own quest. A Jedi relinquishes their weapon usually only in death. So if you see someone who isn't a Jedi with a lightsaber or a kyber crystal... chances are, they didn't come by it honestly.

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[Tyrion's fingers pause on the wall, as he listens to her tale of how lightsabers are made. He hums quietly at that, before arching an eyebrow at her.] I have heard tales of such swords - not the lightsabers, but blades that were forged for family lines. Valyrian steel - magic and spell forged metal ... my Uncle and I were once going to travel across the sea to find ours. My father would never allow though.

[He sighed at the thought - Brightroar was another dream crushed under his father's heel.] If we happen to run across it here, I'll lend it to you until you get your lightsaber.

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[Ahsoka hesitates.]

... Are you sure?

A family lineage is a pretty important thing to entrust to someone you just met.

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Well, my family lineage needs to be dragged out of the proverbial mud - so having someone with actual honor carrying about can only improve matters.

[He pauses, thoughtful.] Though I should ask ... are you any good with a sword that is not made of light?

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[ Ahsoka crosses her arms over her chest, amused. ]

And how do you know I'm someone of honour, huh? Maybe I'm secretly a Sith Lord.

I mean. I'm not. Obviously. But I could be!

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[Tyrion snorted softly, taking his hands away from the wall to full face her, mis-matched eyes meeting hers.] Because I have looked into the eyes of liars and thieves, Ahsoka. I have seen what brings good men down to their knees, what betrays them, and what tears them apart. I do not know what a Sith Lord is ... I assume it is ultimate evil. Looking into your eyes - I see mischief, but I see someone who gives her word and keeps it. Who protects the weak, the downtrodden. Have you not even noticed that you have moved to shield me? That you asked whether it was right for you to hold the sword gave you away as a better person than most.

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[Ahsoka's expression softens into something fond, then.]

... Well. It's not good to toot my own horn. But at the very least you're already a better judge of character than my old masters.

As for your other question-- I can do it. Wield a normal sword, that is. Probably not as well, though, I'll admit. I'd need to adjust my style. But I could figure it out.

[It's a statement, not a probability. She's confident in her fighting skills, if nothing else.]

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It is a skill that has served me well ... most of the time.

[He sighed, before turning back to the wall.] Your first duty in gaining the sword is to make sure I am not fool enough to fall in love here. For women and I are a ... poor mixture.

[He nods his head, before arching an eyebrow back at her.] You said you are some sort of Knight - would you be able to ... squire your services to me?

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Oh. I'm afraid you misunderstood. I want to be clear from the outset. I never reached my knighthood.

I'm happy to help you out and protect you from harm however I can. But I won't be a personal attack dog, if that's what you're asking.

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Ah ... that is a shame. I wish I were a proper Knight, I could squire you and you could finish appropriately.

[He shook his head.] It is not for me that I am looking for protection, but I thank you for your honesty. We shall remain friends, though, I hope.

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Well, I appreciate the sentiment.

Even if I'm no longer a part of the Jedi Order... the values of the Code are still important to me. All life is sacred and to be protected, where possible. If there's someone you're concerned about, I'll do my best to watch out for them.

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There are ... someones. [Tyrion ran his hand over the panel again, tilting his head at one particular section, before going to feel his fingers over it once more.]

A young woman, a young boy. Siblings, and ...if certain others from our world travel through, they will need protecting.

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[Ahsoka nods.]

If we ever get to go back to our assigned ships, protection shouldn't be so much of an issue. But while we're all on the same vessel... safety is harder to enforce. So I can understand your concern.

Introduce me to your people. I'll protect them however I can.

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I shall ... and thank you. Perhaps you do not have the title of a Jedi Knight, but I believe you may have the spirit of one. [Tyrion tapped on the panel.] Also, I think we can remove this one. Here, try pressing higher up, there.

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[She doesn't know how to respond to Tyrion's first remark, honestly-- there are too many emotions involved with that. So instead she focuses on the wall.]

... Huh. You might be right. Good catch.

[She applies firm pressure where Tyrion indicates.]

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[Tyrion watches as the panel comes free with a slight click of pressure, and he takes it from her to observe inside.]

Well ... this is not a door, but it is useful, all the same ... is that an arm made of metal?

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An arm? [Ahsoka's brows furrow.] That can't be right. Where?

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[Tyrion moved over, so Ahsoka could see what he was seeing - a complex setting of electronics and other gears, and coming out of them, small metal arms that are folded in. Tyrion slowly reached in and slowly pried one open, tugging on it hard. It did not, alas, come loose, but he could make out some of the lettering.]

"Multimedia Enrichment Host Ship #56295001."

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[Ahsoka shakes her head, looking at Tyrion strangely.]

... I don't see anything ...

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[Tyrion's own eyebrows rose at that, as he looked at the metal arm in his hand.]

... well I will not say I have not had feverish delusions before - but that is usually after some time in a prison cell or with a particularly good glass of wine. You cannot see what I am holding at all?

whoops sorry this is late

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[Ahsoka squints.]

I... I can see you're holding something, but... [she shakes her head as if it clear it.] It's like when I try to focus on it, I can't hold the image in my memory...

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[Tyrion's lips curved up at the corners with interest.]

...Interesting. So you cannot see it, and I can, what does that mean?

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I would assume it's something to do with these blasted data chips they've put in our heads.

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Which means you should be able to see something that I cannot, yes. Hold a moment ... [ He dug into his tunic, pulling out a pencil and a scrap of paper, trying to write down what he had seen on the arm. Then he held it out to her.]

Does that look like a foreign language to you?