Rain

[echo_of_a_jedi]

Who: The Jedi Exile (Meetra) and OPEN
Where: Around the Pisces district, mostly
Summary: A Jedi wanders rather suspiciously around this strange planet
Warnings: Shouldn't be any
The strange officials who'd briefed her on where she'd ended up - without being able to tell her how she got here, or what happened to T3 or the Ebon Hawk - had also said she had accommodations somewhere in the "Pisces District". It would almost have reminded her of Telos, but it was sadly lacking in sarcastic running commentary or jailtime.

Rather than head immediately to her assigned apartment or use the holocommunicator they'd given her, Meetra decided to take a wandering path through the city. Late at night, it seemed like most shops were closed, but there were still a few citizens about - and more importantly, she had been told there were other "visitors" here, who'd arrived just as abruptly and cluelessly as herself. It would be nice to meet a few face to face and gauge the situation first...

Thus, clad in the brown robes she'd arrived in - hood up against the scattered rain and keeping her quite dry - Meetra wandered the nighttime crowds, occasionally politely asking a local politely for their take on the situation. Some hurried past - expected in a city - others exposited enthusiastically about her as a guest, a few asked her if she was a sorcerer or priest or something. Clearly no Jedi or Sith tradition on this planet, or so she assumed - the robes were normally a dead giveaway.

At the same time, she kept her senses open to the strange feeling in this city...as desperate and noisy as Nar Shadaa, thick with what felt almost, but not quite exactly, like the Force she'd grown used to again. Maybe the difference had something to do with that man who'd appeared to her. Well, she'd just have to see some time when groundcars weren't splashing sheets of rain at her.

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[echo_of_a_jedi]

She shakes her head. "I have no idea where the Ebon Hawk went, so I pretty much have what was in my pockets. I have no idea what counts as a cool future toy here, though."

[otakuro]

Atsuro resists the urge to ask about light-scimitars. Those were obviously unrealistic sci fi conventions appealing to a suspension of disbelief; it was patently impossible for light to simply stop five feet away from a 'hilt'.

"Anything for me, pretty much. Half the stuff here goes under cool future toys, too. They've got nanomachines working."

This might not be terribly impressive to Meetra.

[echo_of_a_jedi]

Sadly for Atsuro, whipping out a lightsaber for no reason is a pretty un-Jedi thing to do which is why her game has a "flourish weapon" key.

"Nanometer-scale droids, you mean?" Meetra asked, surprised. "I've heard the idea tossed around, but I don't think anyone's been able to build that..."

[otakuro]

((Sorry for the wait! I was on hiatus out of town for the last week. Feel free not to continue if you'd prefer not to.))

"Huh." Atsuro looks similarly surprised. "Research on the subject was getting pretty intensive back in my day. We must've evolved different priorities or something - space travel is light-years beyond us."

[echo_of_a_jedi]

She saw what you did there.

"Meanwhile, we've had it for so long no one's really sure who invented it, although the Corellians or the Duros probably have the best claim," she admitted.

[otakuro]

It was so nice to hear exotic names that weren't of demons trying to kill him and bring about an end to the entirety of human civilization. Atsuro absorbs these off-handed comments as best he can.

"You're probably gonna feel a little claustrophobic, huh? It can't be very comfortable being bound to one city when you used to have the whole universe at your fingertips."

[echo_of_a_jedi]

"Well, this is a whole new planet. It'll take a while before I get bored," she said with a smile. "I hope, anyway."

"We probably should both get inside, though. This thing's sturdy, but it'll soak through eventunally," she added, tugging the hood of her robe, "and your friend probably wants to dry off, too."

[otakuro]

"Ah, he'll be fine. He looks like a tin-man, but it'll take more than a little rain to rust an angel."

The Power refrains from commentary on this point, although the shield seems to shift ever so slightly so that a few raindrops begin to slide onto Atsuro's head. Its blank eyes stare ahead as emotionless as ever.

"I was heading down to the grocery - you want to come along? Oh, or were you looking for the apartments around here?"

[echo_of_a_jedi]

Meetra nodded. "I still need to 'move in'. I was just taking the scenic route to get to know the place," she said. "I should probably head for the apartments, but thank you for the invitation."

[otakuro]

"You're on the right path! They're pretty hard to miss." Atsuro points back in the direction he had come from. "They're blocked right now by the storefronts, but turn the corner and head for the tallest building you can see."

[echo_of_a_jedi]

"Thank you very much," she said, turning to move on. "My name is Meetra Surik. It should be pretty easy to find me again if you want to talk more."

[otakuro]

"Atsuro Kihara. It's nice to meet you - I'll see you around!"

With a wave, Atsuro and his angel begin to head off in the opposite direction.