these are the days, it never rains but it pours...

[falconing]

Who: The crew of the Huntress and all visitors!
Action: On board the Huntress.
When: The month of January!

It's a mingle! For our new crew, resolving various catastrophes, and assuring Han Solo he made the correct decision in becoming a good person. Please send help.

Comments

[beardstrokes]

Hm?

[ He sensed her come in, but his concentration wavers anyway. He trembles in the air before setting himself down and opening his eyes. ]

Ah, yes. Like the kettle. It is known as the Force.

[scrubscrub]

The... Force...? [Clearly not something she knows in her world. Though there's something like it, if you ask the pirates out there who can actually use it.] Is it magic? Or like — a Devil's Fruit? Sometimes they sell Devil Fruit users for a lot of money in the markets...

[beardstrokes]

Magic isn't quite the word I'd use.

[ His feet touch the floor, and he doesn't look out of place at all, as if he hadn't been floating moments earlier. ]

Let's just say it is something I serve and serves me in return.

[scrubscrub]

[Oh. Well, she knows what it means to serve something.]

But it's not a person! How do you serve it?

[beardstrokes]

It is a Force of life and light. It surrounds us. When it needs me, I let it guide my actions. So that I too, can guide others towards the Light.

[ It's not the best explanation but it'll have to do. ]

[scrubscrub]

It sounds very incredible to achieve...

You must be from a really noble background to achieve something that amazing!

[beardstrokes]

No, nothing of that sort. In fact, I don't even know what background I came from.

[ Not that it matters to him. The Jedi are his family. ]

It's simply a matter of having the right abilities and skill.

[scrubscrub]

[Oh. How strange...! But she supposes it makes sense.

Not everyone knows where they came from, right? She was fortunate enough to remember.]

But how do you know if you're able to do such things?

[beardstrokes]

[ He shrugs loosely. ]

I have a certain sensitivity other people lack. It's what selected me to become a Jedi and have myself trained to use the Force. It's only years of training and experience that has gotten me so far.

[scrubscrub]

Whoooa — ! I wonder if such people exist in my world, too.

[She does a lot of thinking, really. It's one of the few things she can do without getting into trouble back home, pending she's not dilly-dallying on her workload. Well, past-tense on all of that. Freedom, apparently. Right. Working on that fact.]

[beardstrokes]

I'm sure they do, though they might not know it. The Force is all around us. You have it too, though you do not know how to use it.

Those of us, who are sensitive enough, can manipulate it to suit our purposes.

[scrubscrub]

[Wait a second! Huh?

She shakes her head fervently.]

Oh, no Mr. Obi-wan! I don't think I would have something like that...!

[Just look at me; I'm not good material for anything magical.]

[beardstrokes]

[ He chuckles lightly. ]

Not to worry. I have my hands full with my old pupils as it is. I'm simply pointing out that the potential exists in everyone.

[scrubscrub]

[O-OH NO, HE GOT THE WRONG IDEA

DON'T PANIC, KOALA!!]

Oh, of course not, Mr. Obi-Wan, sir! I would never even entertain the idea, sir!

It's just that... I don't see how something like that could exist in someone like me.

[beardstrokes]

It's not so much as that . . . [ She's not Force-sensitive and past the age. ]

Well, it's like breathing. Just existing means you are part of the Force.

[scrubscrub]

I see...

[... no she doesn't]

Are there a lot of people who can do what you do?

[beardstrokes]

[ He smiles, wistful. ]

There are. There's an entire order of people like myself, who serve and defend others in need, using the Force.

[ And they're all apparently dead, but let's leave that out. ]

[scrubscrub]

[She smiles a bit more genuinely.

That does sound nice...]

I wish my world had more people like that.

[beardstrokes]

I wish that for all worlds. If people could help each other more . . . perhaps so much that is bad would not come to pass.

[ Maybe. He's not sure he believes it, but the hope stays. ]

[scrubscrub]

[Koala nods.]

Maybe someday. I hope before I die! I'd like to see it.

[beardstrokes]

So would I.

[ But his expression lapses into melancholy. ]

[scrubscrub]

... A-ah, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to upset you.

I should be more careful.

[beardstrokes]

[ He waves it off. ]

It's not you. I'm simply . . . dwelling on other matters. My apologies.

[scrubscrub]

It's okay! I don't mind. I'm just not used to, um... talking to people so casually! I only speak with pirates lately...

I don't know if I'm doing well or not.

[beardstrokes]

Well, there's a way of knowing. Do you feel like you're in trouble?