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Who: Robb Stark & you
Broadcast: Fleetwide broadcast & some action
Action: The Marsiva
When: 22nd of December

[Before he starts to talk Robb peers into the box given to him. Apparently it works like ravens only faster and without wings. And would it also mean that everyone could see him?.

He figures he should sound firm and sure. Especially in an environment he does not entirely know. Well, he knows some things but not enough to string things together properly.]

Good morrow. How did I arrive here? [He rolls his shoulders a little and moves a hand through his hair.] I have heard I am part of a show. But why is that so? [Could people really see him through this thing? He peers into the box again and for a moment anyone hearing this can see a large blue eyeball gazing at them. Finally it zooms out and Robb talks again.] I have not asked for this. There are other places where I am needed.

I appreciate all answers. The ones who are able to send me back to where I belong will not be forgotten. If it is coin you wish we can talk of that. My name is Robb Stark. [A pause. Still, he has to know so he asks the most important question of all.]

Can anyone see me through this?

[Robb is still wearing the clothes he came with. He remembers he spilled a bit of grease on his collar when he was at the Twins but it seems to be gone completely. When he looks at the direwolf pin that keeps his cloak together it seems to shine even more than it did before he entered lord Frey's great hall.

He walks slowly towards the large windows and narrows his eyes a little. He has been told about space and planets. He has been told about ships flying through space to visit said planets but the actual view is even more impressive than he imagined it to be.

His fingers tighten around the crown he is holding in his hands.]

It is a never ending darkness...

[He mutters the words more to himself than anyone who is close to him. Gods, it is even more impressive than he imagined it to be. Like the blue sky only further than that.]

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I am afraid not. [He should not have stared like a bloody lackwit. A long pause follows before he asks the most dire question that haunts his mind.] I wonder if you are wearing a hat or that it is your hair, my lady.

[She is probably from space. Instead of answering her last sentence with that surprises me not, he just smiles in an apologetic way.]

Neither, actually.

Togruta don't have hair like humans do. The pointy bits on top are actually horns. I know, mine are kinda short... but they grow taller as we get older! Also, they're super sensitive to vibrations in the air, so we Togruta have very good spatial awareness.

The bottom half aren't actually part of the horns. They look joined, but they're a separate body part. Like your hand from your forearm. Humans like to call 'em "head-tails," though the proper word for them is lekku.

How's that for an alien anatomy lesson, huh?

[To Robb’s ears this all sounds like absolute idiocy. The only reason why it does not show on his face is that it would be terribly rude. He blinks a couple of times when she explains horns and head-tails to him.]

If they were on your head they would not be called tails. [He mutters the words softly, as if it is something he muses for himself.]

Well, I cannot say. I have never met an alien. [Well, now he does.] We do not have creatures like you where I live. [The tone of his voice is hesitant. To be fair Robb Stark has been living underneath a rock and all he knows about other creatures are of stories. And most stories he does not deem true to begin with.]

If you would walk there they will kill you within the blink of an eye.

[Ahsoka just grins-- unlike Robb, she makes no secret of her amusement at his statement.]

I'd like to see them try. I'm not so easy to kill.

[Maybe that is because she is an alien. Aliens have different bodies, of course.]

That is a bold statement, my lady.

[Most of his men are rather good with axe and sword.]

What kind of weapon would you defend yourself with?

Back home I used a lightsaber. [Wait, he doesn't know about tech, he isn't going to know about lightsabers, Ahsoka. She rushes on.] That's a kind of-- sword, I guess. Only it can cut through anything. Like, anything-anything.

But I can defend myself pretty well even without a 'saber. I've been trained in most forms of combat since I was young. Hand to hand, staff, blaster-- you name it. I can probably use it.

If you have a good sword it can cut to everything as well. [Like one of Valerian steel.] I do not think a saber made of light can do anything about that. [How can light cut anything?]

That is rather impressive, my lady. [He smiles a little.] I know how to handle a sword. But I am better with a lance. [A snort.] I am not much of an archer, I am afraid.

[Theon was...]

It's not really made of light. It's a laser. Uh. Think fire, only a thousand times hotter.

If it makes you feel any better, I don't really have many other practical skills. Turns out Jedi training doesn't really prepare you for living in the real world!

[Robb nods slowly. Lasers is something he knows of. Not something common but as someone who knows about security...there are lasers involved. Somehow.]

Aye. I think I get that. They should name it lasersaber then, not?

[Well, his lord father has also not prepared him for the confusion that came with having a crown atop of his head.]

You should not blame your master for that. [Whatever a Jedi might be. Probably something important.] After all, you cannot ask a blacksmith to teach you about cooking, not? And I am quite sure a cook would not be able to forge a sword.

Probably. But it doesn't sound half as cool.

[She shrugs.]

... I don't blame Anakin for that. He was a great master-- I learned a lot from him. Just... stating the facts.

[Robb understands that. It is far more impressive to name the swords you wield instead of just calling them ‘swords’. So he nods in agreement.]

Is your master here? [It could very well be. After all, space has brought his siblings back to him.] If so, mayhaps he can train more people. [Well, she did spoke of him as if he were gone. Using was instead of is.]

He's here.

Why, do you want to learn from him?

I warn you, he doesn't go easy.

[Well, a master in light-sabers could train others to increase the security as a whole. That would be wise. Mayhaps he could send Bran.]

Is he?

Does he train everyone to handle a saber made of light? Is that a common weapon? Or one of your realm?

[A saber would be close to a sword. And what he knows of these guns. He knows them somehow but they do not feel common.]

Not common, no.

It's a Jedi weapon. I would say that "only Jedi wield them," but in practice that's... not always how it works out. There are plenty of lowlives who'll steal a lightsaber from a dead Jedi if given the opportunity.

[Her tone makes it clear what she thinks of that.]

Are they sacred? [It is not uncommon to him that some weapons belong to specific groups of people. Once maester Luwin told him of the short knife like swords the Dothraki wield back in Essos. Men who were one with their horses.]

If so it would be wise to protect them from these low lives. Bury a Jedi with their weapon. [That seems right to him. But then again, he is no Jedi.]

I wouldn't go so far as to call them "sacred," but... maybe a step below that. It's more like... they're personal. Every Jedi has to go on a-- a quest, of sorts? A journey of self discovery-- in order to build their first lightsaber.

Burying them with their owner is the custom, but... in war, that isn't always possible.

[Robb listens closely and nods sometimes. It is an intriguing story and in a way it is a relief that there are people here who belong to such a group. And despite her appearance she seems kind and knows what she is doing.]

War changes a lot. [He nods, agreeing to that, sounding like an old man when he says it.] Vows and promises mean nothing anymore. [And he definitely knows about that, since he broke the promise made to lord Frey to marry Roslin. Yet he is not going to tell about it.]

Is your realm at war then, my lady?

[Ahsoka shakes her head.] More like the whole galaxy. [Ah... hm. That might not mean anything to him.]

See all those stars outside the window of your ship? Some of them are actually not stars, but habitable planets like your own. About five percent of them, usually. Five percent doesn't sound like a lot... until you realise how many hundreds of billions of stars are out there. Anyway, all the stars around us make up one galaxy.

[That's a... very simplistic and not ENTIRELY scientifically accurate way of explaining it, but she doesn't want to get bogged down in the details.]

But yes. The galaxy is currently at war. We used to be largely united under a democratic republic... but several years ago a separatist faction gained traction and has declared war on the Republic.

[Robb blinks at the word ‘galaxy’ and nods afterwards. It would not entirely be fitting for a king to look as if he does not understand anything at all anymore.]

I have never considered the fact that Westeros is a land upon a planet, my lady. [So that would mean there is way more beyond the realm? And Essos? And the Iron Islands. And the lands behind the Wall.] But it could very well be. [He shifts a little and places the black box in front of him.] So space is everything and galaxies are things within space? And within galaxies are planets. And on planets there are many lands.

[Gods be good, it would be something to be the king of an entire galaxy.]

Your galaxy, I take? [Robb crosses his arms.] What is the reason for your war?

[Ahsoka nods.] That's right. ... On both counts.

Truth be told, iiiit's a little bit complicated. The Separatists seceded from the Republic years before the war. But then it turned out they'd been building their own army in secret, and were planning to go to war against the Republic all along. They claim the Republic is corrupt, and that they're "liberating" planets from our oppression. But it's the Seppies who are corrupt and oppressive! Their leader is literally a Sith Lord, and they invade and occupy planets whether they like it or not!

It is some sort of a rebellion then? [Robb knows jack about intergalactic wars or what a republic is or anything like that. And he figures that Westerosi war tactics do not apply anywhere here.]

And did you really not expect them to go to war? [A rebellion mostly lead to war. His lord father knows that and so does he.] I have never heard of a Sith Lord. I take it his house is rather powerful? [A pause. He thinks of Lannisters in space, shitting gold. That might very well be possible here.] Are you outnumbered? [Of course it is hard to determine which party is wrong and which one is right.]

My lord father and his best friend rebelled against the mad king Aerys and his house. [And well...he is doing something similar now.]

[Ahsoka frowns for a moment-- not at Robb, but at realising just how difficult it is to explain things native to her universe to others. The implants seem to help when she has to explain things like space travel and technology to those who have never been off-world, but they don't help when it comes to the Force.]

No-- [she shakes her head] he's not that kind of Lord.

In my world, we have what's called the Force. In every world, really-- it's here, too. It's all around us. The energy of the universe. Most people can't feel it. But a small percentage of people can. We call them Force-sensitives. Even without the proper training, some Force-sensitives can harness that power-- you've probably encountered one before at least once, even if you didn't know it. They're usually empaths, or seers, or people who can innately tell when someone's lying. Sometimes they can sense others before they see them, or they know when a loved one has died even when they're half a world away. That kind of thing. They don't usually know that they're doing it.

However, once someone attains conscious control over the Force, they can become very powerful... and very dangerous. That's why those of us who are trained, we all take vows-- to only use the Force for good, in the service of the Light; protecting others and the galaxy at large. Those of us who are more powerful than others have a duty to protect them.

But a Sith Lord is the opposite of that. A Force-user who doesn't care about the Code, who only uses the Force for selfish ends. They become corrupted by their power. Evil. Eventually, all they care about is attaining more power, and they don't care who they have to step on to get it.

You understand why we can't possibly let someone like that sit at the head of any government.

[Robb listens carefully, sometimes cocking his head a little as he does. What she speaks of sounds like sorcery and magic and a bit like the wolf dreams he has sometimes. But mostly sorcery.]

It is a war without weapons? Only where a lot of power hungry lords of this force battle those who do not use that force for evil? [Force or not? Sorcery or not? It sounds like a legit reason to start a war.] I think I do understand a little. [Sort of.] Even though there is no such thing as a Force in Westeros. [According to Old Nan there has been magic and sorcery. And tales of ghosts and skinchangers.]

At the least...mayhaps in the past. There have been stories.

[About the Children of the Forest and the Old Gods.]

My apologies, my lady. It is quite difficult to envision such matters. Sorcery...I mean.

[Ahsoka shakes her head.]

Count Dooku-- the Sith Lord I was talking about-- he keeps us busy by waging war on the Republic with his armies. So instead of being able to go after him, we're stuck constantly putting out fires as he sends his droids to invade and occupy planets that never wanted him there in the first place! Ugh. He's a real piece of work.

[She tilts her head also when Robb mentions that there's no such thing as "a Force" in Westeros.]

There's no such thing as a place without the Force. If there was... that place would have to be dead. Devoid of all life. The Force is life itself. But achieving mastery of it is pretty difficult, without someone to teach you. It's possible that the people who once knew how to manipulate it in your world have died out...

Ah! [He recognizes such a pattern.] But you should not fall for distracting strategies. Try to divide your armies. Let them be aware of the biggest host and let the smaller ones operate in secret until the time is right. I take it that droids are space soldiers of some sort?

[Robb frowns. How can one master life? To become immortal? To be able to give life to what is dead? Would those White Walkers Old Nan spoke of be masters of that force?]

That sounds odd, my lady. To control life. It is not something that can be touched. [And sorcery.] There are stories... Old Nan always told us tales of old. Before the First Men came. I do not think that exists. [Even though there were rumors about something stirring behind the Wall. Just like there are rumors about dragons.]

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oops i'm sorry i thought i replied to this ages ago!

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