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

[beardstrokes]

[ It's the same for him. All the Republic, all the people. Obi-Wan doesn't pick and choose. ]

Nearly a month now, Master. Hardly a local at this point, but well-adjusted.

[seaoflight]

One of the benefits of being a starfarer already, I suppose.

[That she can say is a perk, at least.]

Have you had any difficulties with life? Trouble or attacks? I'm told I'm supposed to be a security officer, but against what I'm not even sure.

[beardstrokes]

[ He shakes his head. ]

Not that I know of. Certainly none have occurred during my time here.

[ The chaos of the Huntress notwithstanding, everyone behaves well enough not to merit Jedi intervention. ]

Some of the roles we have here are purely ceremonial.

[seaoflight]

[Nomi chuckles to herself.]

I wonder if I can change roles then. I'd rather have something to do.

[She's not the kind to sit idle. Ever.]

[beardstrokes]

If you can find the requisite paperwork, certainly. It shouldn't prove to be difficult.

[ Obi-Wan isn't a big fan of being a pilot, but someone needs to do it. ]

[seaoflight]

Thank you.

[A beat.]

Has Visa given you any trouble?

[beardstrokes]

Vima? No, of course not. Why would she?

[ That question was odd - but then he remembers that Nomi was a mother. And that's the sort of question he would have asked if Anakin was here on his own.

. . .

He shakes himself out of it. ]

She's delightful. A true credit to her training.

that typo!

[seaoflight]

Because she's fourteen. And I remember myself at that age, though I was no Jedi or even an apprentice.

[Nomi laughs at that.]

But I'm glad to hear it. I am not entirely sure how I'd go about chastising a child I barely know. She was four...yesterday.

Re: that typo!

[beardstrokes]

Four? Well that would certainly make seeing her now a little alarming.

[seaoflight]

A bit, but there are worse things, I suppose.

At least she's living up to her potential. Far better than myself at her age.

[beardstrokes]

[ What did he do when he was four -- oh, nevermind. ]

I'm sure she does fine.

[seaoflight]

[Pined for a beard, obviously.]

Hah. Thank you. Out of curiosity, has she taken any lessons from anyone here?

[beardstrokes]

[ He shakes his head. ]

She's welcome to, if she wants, but I haven't offered. The Jedi Order is different - our philosophies are different. I felt it would be unfair on her.

[seaoflight]

How do you mean?

[You have her undivided attention.]

What's changed, with regards to how young students are taught?

[beardstrokes]

[ Despite the recent upheavals, Obi-Wan is still a Jedi Master and thus, has schooled his expression in perfect nonchalance. ]

A lot has changed, Master Sunrider. Would knowing it make a difference?

[seaoflight]

[A good answer. She huffs a soft laugh.]

I'm merely curious, Obi-Wan. [What a pair they make.] But another time, perhaps.

[beardstrokes]

Perhaps.

[ Or never. Never works! He's a little worn down from defending his principles in front of strangers. Long ago Jedi would be too much for him right now. ]

[seaoflight]

[His principles are his. She's not going to parade around calling him wrong. She isn't Dr. Cox.]

Before I go, can I ask you one last thing?

[beardstrokes]

[ He nods. ]

You may.

[seaoflight]

Is there any truth to what Vima told me? That...she's regarded in your time as someone of note?

[Is her daughter remembered for four thousand years? That's extremely important to her, the dream of a mother.]

[beardstrokes]

[ He pauses, before replying. ]

Yes. Both of you did. A lot of our history is missing or lost through the passage of time, but we remember and honour those who came before us.

[seaoflight]

[A bow, a sigh.]

Thank you. It's...a mom thing, I suppose, and I was one before I was a Jedi.

[beardstrokes]

I remember.

[ And he can understand, a little. ]

But perhaps that's best discussed with her, not me.

[seaoflight]

Of course.

I'll speak with you again, I'm sure. Be well.

[beardstrokes]

May the Force be with you.