voice;

[neverknight]

Who: Kanan Jarrus
Broadcast: All
Action: The Marsiva
When: Does the time of day even matter in space

This is Ghost-1, calling in. Team - sound off.

[... if they're here. Kanan is showing a rare amount of discretion by saying nothing else. His observations from other new arrivals has given him the intel he needs - it's a holodrama with secret recording devices hidden everywhere. It wasn't your run of the mill Imperial gig. So for now, he was going to avoid drawing attention to himself.

In the meantime, he's on the Marsiva exploring. Rather than stand gaping out the windows at space, he's trying to get a sense of the size of the ship he's on. Unfortunately it's not always easy going in a straight line among twisting and turning hallways and trying to hold numbers in his head is not easy. It would be a shame if he lost his count.]

Comments

[neverknight]

... is that really healthy, though?

[At least with Rex and the other clones, they might be sticking to their old unit, but at least they were... well, riding around in a clunker hunting giant worm-creatures. But that somehow seemed better.]

[beardstrokes]

I'm not speaking from a metaphorical sense. I'm saying it quite literally. I come from a time period prior to yours.

[neverknight]

I see. [Time travel? Some sort of stasis? Or something unique to the Atroma? He's not sure just now. But it suddenly makes everything that much more complicated. This isn't Obi-Wan a fellow survivor of the Jedi purge.

No, this was Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi who was an authority of the Jedi Way, which was something Kanan hadn't been doing for a very long time now.]

So... you don't know anything. Do you?

[beardstrokes]

[ He quirks an eyebrow, his expression slightly tinged with exasperation and exhaustion. It hasn't been that long since Hera's explanation. ]

I know enough. Whether I know everything is debatable, but I doubt I will. Hera did impress upon me . . . what lead to the state of the galaxy currently.

[neverknight]

Not surprising. Things like that... Well, they make people like us.

[Both of them had their stories of what they were and what it was like before the Empire. But that was like another lifetime ago. He can only wonder what Obi-Wan must think of this knowledge.]

[beardstrokes]

[ People like us. He sucks in a deep breath, searching for his inner calm. The Jedi are gone. His family is gone. ]

What they make us out to be is hardly the sum of our parts.

[neverknight]

Maybe not, but the two of us have made do with all our parts in tact. [A Jedi, though. A real Jedi. If Ezra was here...]

I don't know how much she told you, but I can try to clear anything up, if you even want to hear about it.

[beardstrokes]

No.

[ It sounds a little sharp, and he winces. Then he softens his tone. ]

Not yet. In due time, I will ask and know in turn. The Force will guide me.

[neverknight]

Right. I can't really fault you for that.

[In this, he does not envy him. It's bad enough having this in his own past. How much worse it must be knowing it's in your future.]

[beardstrokes]

I believe some fault can be allowed, for things to get to this stage.

[ Dooku did tell him point-blank that the Chancellor was evil. He simply couldn't -- wouldn't believe it. Seeing Qui-Gon's master fall had robbed him of considering them. ]

But I'm always happy to help the future. In whatever way I can.

[neverknight]

[Well, he might ask about some tips on dealing with Sith Lords, but as it was...]

The Empire will have to wait. The Atroma are something else entirely, right?

[beardstrokes]

[ Sith lords are his specialty. ]

We don't really know what they are. As far as I can tell, they're not Zygerrian or Trandoshan. None of this fits either of their patterns. It is quite possible that the Atroma are a species we have never encountered before.

[neverknight]

It's a big galaxy and there's a lot out there that hasn't been charted yet. If I heard right, I have to wait my turn to even get off this ship.

[And then to a smaller one. And after that? He wasn't really sure.]

[beardstrokes]

I believe so. Only the winner may leave, so to speak.

Hopefully we can find some loopholes.

[neverknight]

So how do they decide the winner? Deathmatch? Sabacc tournament? Chudde eating contest?

[beardstrokes]

[ He chuckles lightly at that. ]

By popular vote, I believe. Though I would not say no to a Sabacc tournament.

[neverknight]

[Deadpan:] Oh good. So democracy survived after all.

[beardstrokes]

I don't think this is the kind of democracy you're looking for. Though, perhaps, we can use it to our advantage.

[neverknight]

If it involves dressing up for a song and dance, you can count me out. I'm not that freelance.

[beardstrokes]

If it helps, I doubt there will be much call for that. And you lack the hips for it.

[neverknight]

Hey. I'm sensitive about that.

[beardstrokes]

Then I will try not to bring it up too often, for sensitivity's sake.

[ To Kanan, it probably seems like meaningless banter, but it already settling Obi-Wan's spirits. It is similar to talking to Anakin and it . . . helps. ]

[neverknight]

I appreciate that. So what are the other people around here like? I've been following some of the chatter on the comm link, but a man can only take so much casual gossip.

[beardstrokes]

[ That's an interesting question and one Obi-Wan has to ponder. He has spent more time meeting people from his world than the strangers. His fault, really, being somewhat overwhelmed by all this new information. ]

They're certainly a mixed breed, so putting them in categories will hardly benefit you. They seem to come from all walks of life, young, old . . . powerful, strange . . .

However, I believe we are in a minority when it comes to space travel. Many here are simply not accustomed to it, or even believed it was possible.

[neverknight]

[So it's a fleet full of primitives shuffling about in space. Now that was a distressing idea.]

And they haven't managed to completely total their ships?