001 { Siri's arrival

[responsibleformyownrisks]

[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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[responsibleformyownrisks]

[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.

[thefinaljedi]

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?

[responsibleformyownrisks]

[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.

[thefinaljedi]

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.

[responsibleformyownrisks]

[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.]

[thefinaljedi]

Yeah.

[Yeah, he gets that feeling. IT happened to him a lot when he arrived.]

On the other side of things, time slows to a standstill for you back home. Your timeline stops, while you are here.

[responsibleformyownrisks]

[She goes remarkably still for a moment, her footsteps faltering briefly, before she gathers herself and keeps moving.]

That doesn't much matter for me.

[Her timeline has already stopped. There isn't much point in hiding it; it's a part of the past, now. For him, anyway. Not for her; for all that she's managing to pretend she's all right with it... she's not. She doesn't feel like a particularly good Jedi at the moment; she doesn't feel much like a Jedi at all. Not with the way she's failing completely at letting go of any part of this.]

[thefinaljedi]

[Luke stops as well, turning to look back at her with a sympathetic expression. He offers a hand, trying to give her a smile.]

Well. Then maybe it's good you're here then. It's not always, for everyone, but for some it's a second chance. And for what it's worth, Siri, I'm sorry.

[responsibleformyownrisks]

[And that takes her by surprise; she didn't expect him to say that he was sorry. And she also finds that it is, in fact, worth something. She... appreciates the gesture, although she would never admit that to anyone. She takes his hand, giving him a small smile of her own, the slightest incline of the head.]

I didn't expect a second chance to include wings.

[She doesn't know if she can believe that; believe that it's a second chance. Not right now. Her death, and sudden resurrection has left her... reeling in a way she doesn't know how to deal with. Isn't equipped to deal with. No matter how hard she tries (and she is, FORCE, she is), there's no ridding herself of it. No controlling it. No letting it go.]

[thefinaljedi]

[He squeezes once before letting go, a huff of a laugh following.]

Well here it does. Though, be careful not to let them get hurt. They're quite sensitive,and losing them will kill you. Literally.

[responsibleformyownrisks]

I'll be careful.

[thefinaljedi]

Good.

[He continues on.]

Now, are you experiencing any other feelings? Nausea? Headache? Chills? Hunger?

[responsibleformyownrisks]

[She takes a moment to analyse how she's feeling, physically, at least, before shaking her head slightly.] Not at the moment.

[thefinaljedi]

No? Good. That's good.

The hunger will probably come soon, that's just a part of the first day. As for accommodations, I've got some extra rooms. If you don't mind living with Ben, myself, and a few others from home.

[responsibleformyownrisks]

I wouldn't mind at all. Thank you.

[It's rare for her to say those words aloud, but she means them. Living with others that are… from home, would be welcome. To a degree that stunned her, even if it shouldn’t have, considering.]

[thefinaljedi]

[OOC: And call it there for event soon?]

[responsibleformyownrisks]

[OOC: Works for me!]