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001 { Siri's arrival

[Action: locked to House 46, early evening]

[“Don’t worry so much.”...

One minute Siri was on Azure, dying, DEAD, and the next she... wasn't. She should be. But she wasn't. She was lying on the ground in a forest, of all places. Not a large one, there was a building close by - she could sense its inhabitants, although she didn't pay them any mind at the moment, too lost in the shock of arrival. Of dying. Drawing a sharp, desperate breath (not panicking; Jedi didn't panic. Not even dead ones), she faltered in rising to her feet. The sharp throb of pain in her shoulders; different from what she had been feeling not a moment ago, had her twisting around in an attempt to pinpoint the cause.

All she could do was STARE.]

KRIFF.

[Wings. She had wings. And they were blue. Force, now she knew she couldn't be dead. Unless becoming one with the Force was far stranger from what she'd been told... Not that that HELPED matters any. Or made her any less uneasy.

Or changed the simple fact that she SHOULD be dead. She exhaled unsteadily and forced herself to her feet, her wings flaring and ruffling in mirror to her emotions. Confusion, and the panic she was denying. First things first. She needed to find out where she was, what had happened. Then she could deal with... everything else. ]

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[Leia was headed back to House 46 after her Thursday afternoon session at the battle dome. It had been a particularly grueling simulation of Endor's moon that she'd managed to recreate. The difference between it and her memories was the dim had a better hit rate than actual Stromtroopers.

Her knee and shoulder both had been burned by laser fire and she'd had to check in the clinic to get a cut on her arm healed before going home. Who knew that Han Solo would turn into the kind of husband who worried over every bruise snd scrape his wife accumulated? It was just easier to have one of the healers take care of it. Her own attempts at healing herself with the Force were still woefully inadequate.

She stops when she hears the familiar word in a female voice. Hearing Han say it was a nearly every day thing, but she thought that the only women who would use it were also fairly unlikely.

A hand slides down to the blaster at her waist and pulls it from the holster. On light feet, she steps closer to where the voice came from. She lets her consciousness graze the Force and was surprised to find another Jedi so close by.]

Whose there?

[Siri senses someone's presence in the Force – Force sensitive, but not anyone familiar, and spins in her direction, hand dropping to a lightsaber she no longer HAS. She's lost it – FORCE, she's lost it. It's now that she notices that she's no longer wearing the cloak and unisuit that she'd been wearing on Azure; she's in... a white dress.

So she's been... what, brought back to life, given wings and changed out of her clothing? For star's sake what is going on? What is the kriffing point of all this?

It doesn't matter. Right now, it doesn't matter at all. She brings her attention sharply back to the matter at hand. And that's the unfamiliar Force sensitive wanting to know who she is. She pushes blonde hair off her face and makes with the introductions.]

Siri Tachi.

[She pauses incredibly briefly and then charges forward with the first thing that comes to mind.]

Unfortunately I don't know where 'there' is located at the moment. This isn't Azure.

Edited 2014-08-16 04:50 (UTC)

[The presence of an unfamiliar Force presence was not lost on Luke. His subconscious mind rarely stopped feeling around anymore, now that the New Feather cycles were more frequent, though admittedly more out of concern for the possibility of Palpatine or another Sith's arrival than any strange Jedi. And with as many newcomers from home as there had been lately, he didn't feel unjustified in doing so. If someone needed help, then he should give it. Especially from home.

So, he'll come trotting up a moment later, a burning beacon in the Force.]

Uh...hello there.

[His greeting almost makes her laugh, and she can't help the small, crooked smile on her face. She's standing in a strange forest making small talk with a stranger whose Force presence is... shocking.]

Do you mind explaining things?

[She should greet him, but she's recently dead, and that hasn't helped her patience any. She just wants to get to the point, right now. She wants to know what's going on. At least she's not the only one bearing a set of wings. Doesn't change the fact that it's kriffing strange, but it's something.]

[Luke's wings are actually hidden under his robes, but...it's presumable enough that he has them. In any event, he huffs a little laugh and jerks his head back the way he'd come.]

It's a long story. A very, very long one. Come with me, miss. I'll explain the basics, and we'll see about getting you some proper clothes.

[She sighs, wings ruffling irritably.] I'm sure it is. [Considering that she's alive when she shouldn't be, she wouldn't expect anything less.] Siri Tachi.

[As was typical for Obi-Wan, he was out by himself at the moment, away from the emotional turmoil of the village and of his housemates.

Which is why the sudden presence of that nagging, almost achingly familiar presence caught his interest. He begins moving toward the newcomer quickly, that old familiar presence becoming stronger, until finally he found it.

Found her.

And Obi-Wan is just going to stare for a minute, trying to figure out what exactly to say.]

"... Hello, there."

[It'd do.]

[She would recognize his familiar presence anywhere; it was reassuring in a way that she hadn't expected. But the last time she'd seen him, not moments ago on Azure, she'd been dying. She pressed gentle fingers against the spot on her chest where Magus had shot her during their fight, her fingertips finding no burnt, bleeding blaster wound, just a scar. Kriff... She doesn't like this, doesn't like the confusion and panic and uneasiness that have settled under her skin since arriving here. She feels... lost, in a way that she never has before. Not even during her mission with Krayn, for star's sake.

Seeing him stops her in her tracks, and she stares at him, taking a shuddering, unsteady breath, her throat tight. Although his words earn him a soft, incredulous huff of laughter.]

Obi-Wan.

[Good job, Tachi, you managed his name.]

[If ever there was something that made Obi-Wan uncomfortable, it was seeing Siri Tachi so overwhelmed that she actually showed it.

Not that he could blame her- it had been so long since his first time arriving in Luceti that he'd nearly forgotten how confusing it was. And the gesture toward her chest certainly isn't lost on him- he still remembers seeing that wound, remembers it with astonishing clarity.

That answers that question. Time to try to answer some of hers, if only to calm her down.]

"Listen. There's an explanation. It's long, complicated, and will strain the bounds of credibility, but there is one. First, and most important- you're safe."

[Luke nods, extending a hand in greeting. He can't place the name, but she's definitely a Jedi, or at least Force trained, so he assumes someone from Anakin's time.]

Luke Skywalker. A pleasure.

[She arches an eyebrow at him.]

I have wings. And I'm not dead. [That she manages to keep her voice steady, to at least sound flippant and matter of fact about something that she is anything BUT, is more remarkable than she'd like. And she would never admit it.] I think the bounds of credibility have already been strained.

['Safe'. That's... something, at least. It doesn't help her sort out what this means for her. What this makes her. Because there isn’t supposed to be life after death. Not like this. She’s not a ghost and she’s not one with the Force. She's alive, with wings, in a strange place, with multiple Force sensitives.

One of which is Obi-Wan.

She huffs a breath, blowing a few loose strands of blonde hair off her face. This is incredibly kriffing odd. But, strangely enough, the oddness is a distraction. It gives her something to focus on. Something OTHER than her sudden return to life.]

What is going on?

[It's not the most important of her questions (those would be 'How am I alive' and other related questions), but it would do to start.]

[Siri is extending a hand of her own in response when he says his name and she falters, surprise and recognition visible on her face. She recovers enough to speak, a slight smile on her face.]

Related to Anakin Skywalker?

[He pauses, raising an eyebrow.]

Yes...he's my father. Do you know him?

"You've been brought to another world. After the moment of your death- it's rare, but not unheard of- this world restored you to life and brought you here. In fact, the impermanence of death is one of the peculiarities of this place."

[He wasn't going to bring up the two times he already died earlier this year. No sense in alarming her any further, really.]

"Another is the wings. You may notice they're a bit sore- that will pass in time. What will not pass is their sensitivity to pain. Slight injuries become excruciating. Serious damage to a wing becomes debilitating and induces illness. Removing both is instantly lethal. Be careful of them."

[She gives him a look that's both completely stunned and more than a little incredulous.]

Father? That's... [impossible; Jedi didn't have children, barring extenuating circumstances or being expelled from the Temple first. What happened after Azure?] Yes I know him. He was Obi-Wan's Padawan when I [died.] was at the Temple. When I was brought here.

Impossible? [Luke shakes his head, smiling at the woman. Clearly from the old order. That flicker of discomfort isn't lost on him, though.]

I'm afraid not. Anakin has two children. Me and my sister, Leia. It's a bit of a complicated story, but I suppose I'll start with the most basic facts. It may sound incredible, but truly, it isn't

[He starts to walk, clearly expecting her to follow.]

This is another world, a different reality. Much the same as slipping through into Hyperspace, only a different level of it, a dimension not our own. Do you follow so far?

[Well, that explained how she was still alive.] So not staying dead happens on a regular basis. [And not just death that happened before you were brought here. She wasn't sure it helped at the moment, but at least it seemed that she wasn't the only one who was no longer dead.]

[She glances over her shoulder at the wings with a frown, and they ruffled uneasily.] Kriff, like I needed another set of appendages. [This was going to take some getting used to. What did she DO with them? Besides broadcast her emotions to everyone in the kriffing room and die again if they were removed?]

[Kriff, he has children. Had Children. Will have children. When did it happen? Force, there's so much she doesn't know. She huffs a short laugh.] Complicated is probably putting it mildly.

[And she does, falling into step with him as he speaks. When he's done she nods.] So far, yes.

The process of arrival is unknown, but it's tied to the nature of this planet. Theories are wild, with no real proof either way, but it is the world itself doing it, some...cycle with in it. I can't really say more beyond speculation...

[He pauses again, making sure she's following.]

But, it also creates anomalies within the time stream. If I were to guess, you're from a time at least forty years before my own. Anakin is here, and he's twenty four. I'm thirty two. [Huffing a soft laugh, Luke rolls his shoulder.]

You can imagine how complicated that makes things.

"You get used to them- I scarcely notice them any longer, and as long as I'm wearing my cloak they don't move around much."

[Which reminds him.]

"As for your robes and belongings, I can take you to them. There's a shop of sorts, in the village. Our personal effects arrive when we do- your lightsaber will be there as well, if you're fortunate. There should also be a journal near where you woke, with your name on it. You'll need that."

How long have you been here?

[The questions slips out, because he's talking as though he's been there for some time. Or maybe it just feels like he is. She doesn't know. She doesn't feel like she knows a lot of things, right now.

She nods, turning away from him to search for this journal he's speaking of. It only takes a moment for her to see it, laying on the ground a short distance away. Striding the few steps towards makes her more keenly aware of the fact that, despite the ache from her newly gained wings, she's fine. There's no burning agony in her chest, her back, or the disconcerting numbness of her final moments. It's like she never died at all. Except for the scar on her chest and her memories of it. She kneels to pick up her journal, and watches with a detached sort of curiosity at the unsteadiness of her hand. Clenching it briefly into a fist, she scooped up the journal and turned back to Obi-Wan.]

I'll need it?

[For star's sake, she's been given wings. Being given a journal on top of that should not be the oddest moment of her day. But she would like to know why she would need it. What is it for? Is she supposed to chronicle this resurrection of hers? Kriff, she didn't keep a diary when she was a Padawan, she isn't going to start now.]

Edited 2014-08-17 09:02 (UTC)

[Siri reels at the information. Not noticeably, but it's there. Luke is Anakin's son and he's ten year's older than his father.]

Kriff.

[That one word is filled with a wealth of feeling. This isn't anything she had expected to learn, anything she COULD have expected to learn. It almost made her no longer being dead downright simple.]

Keep your hands where I can see them. And stay where you are.

[Leia doesn't blink as the other woman moves but she doesn't put the blaster down either. She's no fool. Bail Organa made sure of that.]

I've never heard of you, but Jedi aren't ecactly known for their sharing nature. The Sith even less.

[Siri does as 'requested', with a muttered, irritable “Oh for star's sake.” And the blaster pointing in her direction makes her more uneasy than she likes. Even if it makes a sick sort of logical sense considering the contributing factors to her death.

The mention of the Sith doesn't help at all, and she tenses, because she remembers Korriban all too kriffing clearly. What happened after her death? Her irritation makes her more impatient than she should be. It never had been one of her strong suits.]

Not really surprising. The Jedi don't talk much about their dead.

[At least it wasn't the bathroom this time. For some reason people kept showing up right by the house. Using words that pointed to them being one of theirs.]

Yeah, kriff about sums it up.

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