01 ☼ | Video

[seaoflight]

Who: Nomi Sunrider
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva, Hospitality Deck
When: Current

[A woman in green looks down at the camera, red curls spilling over her face as she inspects it with a gentle, if somewhat unamused look in her eye. She got the briefing it seems, and she's not happy but shouting is only giving her captors what they want. Silent for a few moments, her head quirks to one side a fraction, a bit like a bird studying the ground.

Seeming to come to a conclusion, she nods to herself and finally speaks. Her tone is formal and polite, though there is an undercurrent of uncertainty. Would she be speaking to nobody?]

I understand I'm to be residing aboard this...fleet...and that these communication devices are how we connect with one another. And that means introductions.

[A breath as she seems to compose herself, pushing hair out of her eyes and smiling genially. Her moment of weakness and uncertainty was done.]

My name is Nomi Sunrider, currently of Coruscant. I believe I have an understanding of the basics of what happened, though I would appreciate information that our hosts have not provided. I'd also like to know more about you, whomever might be listening to this. There's little point in being whisked away to another...reality...[She grimaces around the words.] and not at least learning from the experience. [Best to be diplomatic, right?] A name, a favored story, anything. It'd be more worthwhile and significantly less maddening than this horrible canned music.

[Her eyes close, head swiveling slightly to the left as something catches her attention.]

And I feel a handful of individuals strong in the Force present here. I would appreciate it if you would contact me. [A deep, deep frown.] And tell me, why do I sense my daughter's presence?

Comments

[tobeajedi]

[She's looking at Nomi's other conversations--and growing more and more dismayed.

Is this what Leia meant when she said the Jedi Order was going to 'change?' That it would be destroyed?!]

...No. I--know things are bad in the future, because of the war, and that something happens--but not what it was.

[seaoflight]

[Nomi's expression darkens, an unhappy, pained look in her eye. Seeing her daughter's face...that...it tugs at her.]

Vima, as...I told Master Kenobi, it is out of our hands, by thier time. Apparently our actions helped bring four thousand years of relative peace.

[She reaches out with the Force now, her warmth and strength casting out into the void and wrapping around the small star that was her daughter, as close a thing to a hug as she can give right now.]

We have our own problems, though. More immediate ones.

[tobeajedi]

[Vima shuts her eyes, returning the wave of warmth as best she can--if she could just get onto the damn Marsiva--but a Force hug is more than just a good second-best.

It is true; after all, they and everyone they know are long dead, centuries before Ahsoka or Obi-Wan or any of them were born. And four thousand years is a long time. Admirably long.

But it still matters. It still hurts.]

I know... it's just... it's hard to take in.

[seaoflight]

[Nomi's heart aches with the desire to just hold her child when she feels that hurt. It's so painfully obvious, and it cuts her to the core too, thinking about it. But four thousand years was a good run, she had to admit it.]

I know. I know. But from here, from when we came, there's not much we can do. Maybe something can be done, but for now let's put that aside.

[She tries to keep her voice steady, calm.]

Your captain contacted me. I'm told I can transfer to your ship soon, if...you're not too grown up to want to bunk with your mother.

[tobeajedi]

I'll put some pretty long lectures in my Holocron about how far you can stretch 'will of the Force' as an excuse, that's for sure.

[She smiles, though, at the thought. Well... she does want to spend more time with her mother, to make up for all the friction and frustration.

That still applies, even when Vima is the only one who remembers their disagreements.]

Of course not. I'll be glad to have you on board--I can show you how much I've learned.

And I want to learn more from you, too.

[seaoflight]

Hah, now you sound just like Master Jeth.

[Poor old man that he'd been. Still, a friend.]

You know I'd love that. To see what you've become while I was...well, you know what I mean. [Nomi laughs weakly, rubbing her neck selfconsciously.]

And of course I'll teach you. I don't know what you know, but I have taken a couple of young students now...since their masters passed. I think I can pass as a teacher, and you're less liable to gawk whenever I do something.

[tobeajedi]

[Like Master Jeth? Even as a joke, Vima is flattered.]

Hah, I haven't heard that before.

If it helps, you didn't miss anything. You were there while I was growing up--[physically, at least]--so I remember it, even if it hasn't happened from where you're standing.

[What she knows... is what she learned from Ulic. But saying "Ulic was my Master" to Nomi who cut him off from the Force basically yesterday is going to be different than Nomi reflecting back ten years later.]

I'd love to show you what I've learned. And I remember your other students--so I think I can keep the goggle eyes under control. Probably.

[seaoflight]

I'd hope so, daughter mine.

[She should be the least impressive person in the galaxy to you. You've seen her derping, and tasted her cooking.]

I'm just glad you're alright. I felt your sense, and I was just so worried. But...I'll save that for when I see you again.

[tobeajedi]

[It's true, Vima hasn't ever mentioned Nomi's cooking to anyone. But she has talked about their lute-playing droid.]

Trust me, if Atroma hadn't taken away my lightsaber, I'd be on that ship already. Things are a little crowded, but I'd rather be wedged in with you than comfy and alone.

I'll try not to worry you so much, either.