2nd [Video] An Invitation

[ridesthesun]

[Nomi's generally not fond of making broadcasts, but with all of the strangeness going on, disturbing dreams and memories shared between people...she'll make an exception. She faces the camera, face neutral and somewhat drained of color.]

Hello everyone.

Forgive me, it's been a while since I used this function, but I'm sure you've all felt the strange goings on. Memories not your own, the feelings of other people...and an influx of emotions not your own. I've had several such flashes in the last few days. And to that end, I...well I suppose I'd like to speak with the individuals with whom I've shared memories. I know not who, but I recall several names from the dreams. Holmes, Winchester, Celebrian, and Stark, as well as the planet Vulcan and some sort of drill. Those would be the clues I have thus far.

Please, contact me or find me in the Oxygen Gardens. Thank you.

[With that out of the way, the Jedi Grandmaster sends out a second broadcast]



This is Nomi, and I hope this finds all of you well. I have noticed a large influx of individuals from our galaxy lately and I believe that probably means something. Perhaps it is only random chance, but I've learned never to believe in coincidence. We should be working together, coming together with some sense of unity so that we can do the most good that can. It was something Quinlan and I spoke of before he departed, and I very much agree. Together we're far stronger and more useful. Through solidarity, we will be better equipped to handle the problems this ship throws at us.

To that end, I would like for all of us to meet as a group. Perhaps later this week? Say...two more days? And not just the Jedi. What I'm asking isn't a Jedi Conclave, but something for everyone. Brunch, if it suits you to call it that. I'll prepare some food from home, I'd ask that you do the same, or just bring something.

Thank you.

[OOC: This is a sort of catch-all for Stage 2 Event things. Please feel free to tag with action if your character would prefer. Prose or brackets is fine with me, I'll match]

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[inafadingcrown]

[And she sits, watching the cube curiously for a moment before glancing back at Nomi.]

I would be grateful.

[ridesthesun]

[Nomi joins her, clicking the datacron off for the moment.]

Where to begin...

[She swallows thickly, closes her eyes, and tries to bring the memory back more clearly.]

Your daughter is beautiful. I...have seen very few quite as graceful as she. She and the person in the memory were standing together at a sea-port of sorts, holding hands. They spoke of love, and while I am certain the memory was not yours, there was a familial...despair...to it. Great loss, and talk of Middle Earth, which I could tell was a fading land. The impression I received was one of great longing.

And the memory ended with Celebrian boarding a ship. I do not know where, but I know it was significant. And that's all.

[inafadingcrown]

[Galadriel closes her own eyes for a moment, fighting back the emotion that still leaps to the surface whenever speaks of her child.]

You should seek out Lord Elrond of Rivendell, her husband. Of all those here, this memory can only be his. [She's not entirely sure how much she should explain; it's not just her tragedy. So she just leaves it there for the moment, waiting for a response.]

[ridesthesun]

[Emotional psycho-empathy is a difficult, if not outright impossible thing for Nomi to suppress. She...knows it's bothering Galadriel.]

I will. I had hoped the name would garner a response. But I see this Lady is well connected here.

[Stiffly, she leans back onto her hands.]

Can you tell me the significance of the boat? I got the impression that it was no mere journey.

[inafadingcrown]

I have told you, have I not, that my people do not age as does the race of Men? Nevertheless, we do grow weary and...overburdened with the weight of memory. And so we are permitted to sail West, to the Undying Lands, where all is as unfading as we- a place of peace and of healing.

[Except Celebrian was far too young to have taken the trip for the normal reasons.]

[ridesthesun]

You have...[Nomi trails off listening to this quietly. Her expression darkens, creased with worry.]

Oh...I see. So she departed for another place forever. An...afterlife of sorts, unless I miss my guess.

[inafadingcrown]

The comparison has been made, certainly, and it has its merits. And, indeed, the souls of the Elven slain may be reborn in Valinor after a time in the Halls of Mandos.

But it is also the land of my birth and home to my father's kingdom. [So it's a bit more complicated than that.]

[ridesthesun]

So, your people come from this other place to...Middle Earth. And then depart when they want to have some sort of peace?

[inafadingcrown]

I am among the last in Middle Earth who came from across the Sea. Most there were born in Middle Earth, as were my husband and daughter. But, yes, you grasp the basics of it.

[ridesthesun]

How long have you been in Middle Earth?

[inafadingcrown]

[A thoughtful hum] It would be some seven thousand years, I think, by the reckoning of Men. I have long since lost exact count.

[ridesthesun]

I imagine things blend together over such a long period of time. I can scarcely imagine what it would be like to live that long.

I'm not sure I'd want to, if what I know of my world's future is true.

[inafadingcrown]

May I ask what you have heard?

[ridesthesun]

You may. Four thousand years into the future a Sith Lord rises to power and turns the Republic into an Empire, while simultaneously all but wiping out the Jedi Order. The Sith are the antithesis of Jedi, perverting the Force to use for great evil, and they plunged the entire galaxy into darkness. Entire planets were destroyed in a very literal sense, gone forever.

[She swallows, looking away. Since Bail had told her about Order 66, she had nightmares about it. Since Nymta had told her about the Mandalorian Wars...she'd had difficulty staying focused, and then there was the news of Alderaan...]

Seeing everything that we worked for torn apart...I'm not sure I could handle that.

[inafadingcrown]

[She listens quietly while Nomi talks, watching her face until at last she turns away.]

You speak of tragedy on a scale I can scarcely begin to comprehend. [The concept of a galaxy, of life on multiple planets, is so new to her. Interplanetary war? It's a frightening thought.]

[ridesthesun]

That's...the way of things, though. The Sith seek power, they want to dominate the entire galaxy. Apparently they succeed, for a time. Though they are thankfully defeated again.

No, I am glad my time ended when it did.

[inafadingcrown]

I was taken from my home amid preparations for a war against an Enemy with similar designs. [Though, perhaps on a smaller scale. Perhaps. He is a Maia; it is more than possible that he designs go beyond Arda.] I can understand your feelings all too well.

[ridesthesun]

There's no shortage of power-hungry maniacs, is there?

[inafadingcrown]

Alas, no. [She, of all people, understands the temptation of power.] That seems to be something of a constant.

[ridesthesun]

It's a strange parallel, I just came from the end of a war with one. And I know there are more on the way. Exar Kun is dead, but apparently his teachings survive him by 4000 years or more.

[inafadingcrown]

The Dark Lord my world now faces is the second in our history. [A wane little smile] We push back the shadows for a time, at least. That is not nothing.

[ridesthesun]

As I understand it, it's the same in my world's future. The Sith's ascendancy is brief, but harsh. But there is an end to it.

[inafadingcrown]

And there is hope in that.