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[Video] First Steps

[Nomi's had a couple of days to adjust and play around with her new communicator, but hasn't taken the time to do any sort of broadcast. Better to know the ins and outs of a new device before addressing it, since there was no sense in making a fool of herself. The entire affair is somewhat disorienting, but then she's been in worse straights. At least there's decent food, and showers. Much better than with the Krath. Why, she didn't even have her hands tied.

But now? Time to talk, figure out just who the other Jedi on the ship are. The ones she hasn't met yet, anyway. Those presences in the Force stand out like bright spots, after all, and if they're anywhere near as interesting as Master Jinn and Nymta then she's in for a real treat. Of course, there's also the matter of greeting the other people. No reason to exclude potential friends and allies, right?]

Greetings to you all.

I'm somewhat unfamiliar with protocol here, so forgive me if I misstep. My name is Nomi Sunrider, and I understand that that there are a number of fellow Jedi aboard this ship. If it's possible, I would very much like to speak with you. I've quite a number of questions and I feel it would be in our best interests to open lines of communication. As I've learned already...time seems rather fluid here, so if you require proof of my identity I will not take it amiss.

Now. With that bit of business out of the way...[Nomi smiles warmly at the camera, figuring a light topic would be best for the moment.] There are a number of other realities represented here, it seems, and that makes me wonder...just what is the music like where you are from? The audio files I've managed to access here feel...odd. Not bad, but certainly not my tastes. If anyone might be willing to share I have a few files stored in my personal datacron I could offer in exchange.

Also, is there anywhere I could find Jawa Juice on this ship?

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Sunrider?

[ Well. Even with a forced amnesia, Quinlan still knows the name 'Nomi Sundrider'. He sits away from the video feed, both mystified and a little wary. ]

Seems like time is more fluid than we thought. [ A beat. ] What proof were you going to offer?

If you require, I can open my mind to you.

[She pauses, a faint smile playing across her lips]

Though, my datagrams should still check out.

[ The only outward reaction to the offer is the slightest narrowing of the eyes, but internally Quinlan flinches. He's heard of the Sunriders - he's heard of Nomi - and any Jedi worth their salt would know the kind of power that runs alongside that name. And Quinlan... Quinlan knows that as Jedi go, his mind isn't the prettiest. The idea of peeling away all those defences - defences he has built over years, defences that have kept his mission intact - isn't an attractive one.

Quinlan shakes his head impassively, and answers in a low tone: ]

No need.

[ He pushes on, changing the subject. ]

Seems the Force is drawing more and more Jedi to the Tranquility every month. Being joined by a Grand Master is either fortunate or a bad omen.

[He'll get no argument whatsoever from her about a subject change. If he accepts the truth of her statement, then it's nothing worth troubling herself over. Nomi nods crisply, and leans back in her seat, that smile unchanging. It's easier to be friendly and open than it is to be suspicious and quarrelsome, isn't it?

Well, she thinks so.]

So it would seem. I met two who arrived when I did, apparent newcomers as well, though neither were familiar to me. But it would appear, Master Jedi, that you have me at a disadvantage. You clearly know my name and rank, and I would be willing to wager you know things about my life as well, but I don't know you at all.

What should I call you? And when are you from? [She places a definite emphasis on that word. When. Lucien down there, as well as Nymta and Qui-Gon all seem to be from different times.]

Fifteen-eleven, [ is the simple answer, but of course it must make hardly any sense. He pauses, calculating, then adds: ] Four thousand years after the defeat of Exar Kun.

[ A detail he's keen to use - because yes he knows about her life as well as her name and rank. And after all the bloody-minded focus he has applied to his own mission to defeat the Sith Quinlan can't help but feel that little twinge of admiration for the legendary Grand Master. His Jedi graces have been forgotten and worn away over the years but Quinlan scrapes together enough finesse to bow his head at the video feed. ]

Quinlan Vos. [ Pointing out that he is a Master doesn't feel quite right, not in the face of a living legend displaced by four thousand years. Not when such a presence makes Quin feel not much more than a Padawan. Instead he smiles thinly, humourlessly, and lifts his head again. ] Welcome to the Tranquility, Master. We could do with your guidance.