SS Hot Mess shows up to mingles 15 minutes late with Starbucks

[notzubats]

Who: The Huntress Crew and Visitors
Broadcast: Maybe!!
Action: SS Huntress!
When: From now until end of the system!

[There's been an elf invasion! And an Ellen Page invasion! Also there's a star system! Come in Huntress, it's been awhile, so it's time for a mingle! ]

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[beardstrokes]

That's amazing. Shame there's no way to picture it.

[twicewed]

You can, however, see the Treelight. Lean forward and look into my eyes.

[Even in the darkened room Finwe's eyes shine brightly, as does the glow around him.] There is a reason why we Elves are so bright- we were touched by Treelight. This glow, the light you see in my eyes? This is the Trees.

[beardstrokes]

I . . . ah, will take you word for it.

[ What was with it? He's rarely at a loss for words. ]

[twicewed]

Eru also created the Elves but we didn't wake in Valinor. Instead one of the Valar, the Lady Varda, collected the dew from the trees and placed the star in the skies to greet us on the distant shore of the land we woke upon.

[There is awe in his voice, the stars are special for the Elves.] I remember when I woke under the stars, they were breathtaking.

[beardstrokes]

But none of you have traveled among the stars until now.

[ He remembers that. What kind of experience did it show, to hold the stars in awe? For Obi-Wan, it was natural. A part of life. ]

[twicewed]

No, never. I have spoken to Lady Varda before, seen the stars around her, but to see her stars in the sky so close is something I am grateful for.

[beardstrokes]

I can't imagine what that feels like.

[twicewed]

The spirits in our world aren't simply abstract- we interact with them almost daily. I've walked with the King of the Valar- he has the sweetest birds who often joined us.

[And he's just going to gloss over the fact that the literal incarnation of chaos and darkness stayed with them for a bit for now.]

[beardstrokes]

I've only had one interaction with manifestations of the Force - and even then, I'm not sure they are what they seem.

[ The Force can obscure the truth. No matter how devoted Obi-Wan is to the Force, he's not blind to its mysteries. ]

They were . . . beyond comprehension.

[twicewed]

The Force? Is this the creator if your world?

[Finwe offered Obi-Wan another little cake before taking another for himself.]

What were they like?

[beardstrokes]

I suppose it could be called that. The Force is in all of us. It is the motion of fate, the life in our veins. It pulls and pushes events all around us.

[ He glances down at his plate. They were dead. And those deaths were felt, even though Obi-Wan only knew them for such a short time. Anakin's brief fall into the Dark, Ahsoka's death and Obi-Wan, holding the weapon of the Light and wondering why he had to carry weapons all his life. ]

Confusing. But I suppose I'm too human to understand.

[twicewed]

Ah I believe I can imagine it, somewhat. I believe there is something like that where I am from but it's the Music for us. It's in all of us, the Elves can hear it, it pulls us in and it's in everything around us.

[Finwe doesn't judge Obi-Wan for not understanding, sometimes it's difficult to grasp things that are bigger than them.]

It's nothing to be ashamed of. It means you are open to learning more and changing your perceptions.

[beardstrokes]

I'm hardly ashamed of that. I am always learning, after all.

[ Though he still regrets how it turned out. And what it meant for the rest of them. ]

[twicewed]

I would love to hear any stories you may have of your world, Obi-Wan.

[Finwe was always curious, he had learned so much already about other worlds and he loved it.] It sounds like you have many tales to share.

[beardstrokes]

I don't know how many of my stories are appropriate.

[ They're all vaguely tinged with war and loss. ]

[twicewed]

Why is that? There is nothing you can't tell me, Obi-Wan.

[Finwe reached out to pat Obi-Wan's hand for a moment in comfort before his hand returned to his lap.]

[beardstrokes]

[ The touch, as always surprises him. ]

Even so, I'd hate to tell stories without a pleasant end. Though . . . perhaps I could talk about the siege of Ryloth.

[twicewed]

What happened during the siege of Ryloth?

[Finwe doesn't hide his eagerness to learn, leaning forward slightly.]

[beardstrokes]

There was a village taken over by the Separatists, our enemies. I sent my men to scout around to find a way to free the hostages. Two of my men came across a little Twi'lek girl named Numa.

[ It was certainly one of the smoother missions he had. Minimal loss of life, being able to save the hostages . . . making a difference to that one starving girl. ]

She was taken to them, calling them brother. With her help, we managed to sneak under the hostage camp and liberate the village.

[twicewed]

[He had never heard of a Twi'lek before but it didn't matter to understand the story.]

Your men sound kind, to take care of a child during a battle. And what of Numa? Was she able to reunite with her family?

[beardstrokes]

They're good men.

Numa did find her father after their escape. The story had a happy ending.

[ The unhappy part was Waxer's demise. Waxer, who was so taken by the experience that he had etched the tiny picture of Numa on his helmet, the best sign of his identity and died on Umbara. ]

[twicewed]

That is good!

Your men, they are your friends as well? You seem to know them well.

[beardstrokes]

I try to.

[ But there are limits. Always. ]

My men are different from ordinary people.

[twicewed]

How are they different?

[Finwe had thought that there was little variation among Men but he was learning that they were so varied in many ways.]

[beardstrokes]

For one, they're . . . clones. Copies of another man.