By the hands of the Gods, you have been plucked from your time and from your world, dropped into the box.
Only the box is a world of its own.
We are a mass crossover based on the concept of Pandora's Box. Characters from nearly any fandom can be played here. Because of the endless character possibilities, we are canon only here at Pandora. Take a peek at our rules and plot information before starting your new life in Pandora.
Want to add a quote? Submit them here!
  1. Welcome to Pandora! We are a pan-fandom, play-by-post roleplay.
    New Player's Guide | Canon List | FAQ | Questions
    Dismiss Notice
  2. Autumn is here!
    Check out the Season Updates HERE!
    Dismiss Notice
  3. Have a nice day, Guest!
    Dismiss Notice

Private not jedi, nor sith; not light, nor dark

Discussion in 'Cosmic Wilderness' started by Jaesa Willsaam, Aug 2, 2019.

  1. Jaesa Willsaam

    Jaesa Willsaam Star Wars

    Posts:
    2,888
    Occupation:
    Jedi Padawan
    Race:
    Force-Sensitive Human
    Age:
    21
    Alignment:
    Neutral Good
    Directory:
    link

    JULY 17, 108

    The golden blades of Jaesa's saberstaff whirled in a blur of light, the tight, rapid reflexes of Soresu making it almost simple to deflect and melt the hail of bullets that came her way. The ones her lightsaber missed slammed into the shimmering shield of Force energy that enveloped the dark-haired young woman, robbed of their kinetic energy and dropping uselessly to the ground. With each bullet that the shield took, it weakened, and she already had a bleeding furrow in one arm where a bullet had grazed right along the skin.

    Perhaps she ought to have taken on this work with someone else. Perhaps in hindsight, taking on a gang of a dozen and a half armed criminals alone was not quite as good an idea as it seemed. Not that she wasn't having fun. Oh, she having so much fun.

    Already, five of the eighteen were dead, either missing heads or having had their necks snapped, but the others were pretty determined to take her down rather than surrender, even though she had another three held up in the air by the Force, squirming and gasping and fighting to draw in rattling breaths against the deathgrip held against their throats. Her focus and concentration was split threeways between holding these three in Force grips, shielding herself against most of the bullets, and deflecting the rest of them, her twohanded weapon held instead in one hand. She'd trained with just one hand. It was hard, and it wasn't quite so effective, but it worked. For now.

    With her focus split three ways, something was going to give, and soon.
     
    Revan likes this.
  2. Revan

    Revan Star Wars

    Posts:
    96
    Gender:
    Female
    Occupation:
    Mercenary
    Location:
    Cosmic Wilderness
    Race:
    Force Sensitive Human
    Age:
    30
    Alignment:
    Chaotic Neutral
    Directory:
    link

    The job should have been easy enough. She had eighteen to kill on behalf of a man with a grudge who promised to pay a hefty sum of credits upon the task's completion, and while he acted like she would more likely die than succeed, she knew she would be fine. These certainly wouldn't be the worst odds she had faced, and while she'd perhaps get a few bruises or something, wounds could easily be healed.

    Besides, she was looking forward to a challenge. It had been far too long since she really felt like she had to try in a fight.

    Unsheathing her lightsabers as she caught sight of some of the gang members, lethal crimson and violet light shone in preparation to cut through the enemies, but it didn't take long to notice the already ongoing fight. There was another woman, with dark hair and a golden double bladed saber. Bastila? No, the hair was different, she wasn't quite the same height, and her fighting style was similar to hers, but also clearly different, in a way.

    The man just wanted them dead, and if someone else was willing to kill them, then she supposed that simply made it easier for her to get the job done. Rushing forth, the blade of one of her sabers cut through one of the criminals and they immediately fell, and very quickly, she noticed all the guns suddenly aimed at her. Whoops.

    "Need help?" she shot a glance to the other force user - her newfound ally, hopefully. "You look like you've got it handled, but there are a lot of them." She deflected the bullets flying towards her with a force shield able to protect her as long as she maintained the focus, then a moment later, raised a hand to bring forth lightning to strike a trio of enemies quickly approaching on her right. Surely, between the two of them, this fight would be over very quickly.

     
    #2 Revan, Aug 2, 2019
    Last edited: Aug 2, 2019
    Jaesa Willsaam likes this.
  3. Jaesa Willsaam

    Jaesa Willsaam Star Wars

    Posts:
    2,888
    Occupation:
    Jedi Padawan
    Race:
    Force-Sensitive Human
    Age:
    21
    Alignment:
    Neutral Good
    Directory:
    link
    Jaesa felt the other person approaching through the Force before she saw them. A strong presence, and curiously there was no real feeling of alignment, either. Most Force users had some kind, even the ones who liked to think they didn't. Like Rey, she might not have been a Jedi but she still leaned so heavily to the light that that was almost all Jaesa sensed from her. And that man in her head, the one that she couldn't rid herself of however she tried, he was mostly dark.

    Not so this one.

    She spared only a glance for the newcomer, just long enough to notice that she only seemed a little older than Jaesa, and she was rather attractive to boot. Certainly not someone Jaesa would complain about fighting next to. Normally she disliked sharing, and she preferred to fight alone, but hey, she was pretty.

    And dual-wielding was something as uncommon as wielding a saberstaff, at least so far as Jaesa knew from her years kept isolated with her Jedi Masters. She was quite interested in seeing how the woman fought with them. Besides, she wasn't interested in the money that came from this job; she was here solely for the fight.

    "Can't say I need help, but knock yourself out," she answered with a smirk flickering at her lips, just as she took advantage of the other woman taking some of the focus fire on herself to finish off the three she'd been holding in the air. With a series of cracks that resounded in the room, they dropped limply to the ground with broken necks.

    The lightning was a pleasure to see. She hadn't seen anyone else in Pandora using it; only her. She did enjoy watching it as it arced across the space between the other woman and her own victims. Unable to help herself, she added her own, purple-blue electricity crackling and sparking through the air and setting the hairs on her arms and the back of her neck on end. Under a double onslaught of lightning, the remaining gang members were left with no choice but to cry out and take refuge behind whatever they could.

    It was only happenstance that she looked around in time to see a broad-shouldered man creeping toward the other woman, a large, nasty-looking knife in one hand. "Look out!" she warned the woman, as she used a blast of the Force to knock the man aside just as he lunged for the woman's back.
     
    Revan likes this.
  4. Revan

    Revan Star Wars

    Posts:
    96
    Gender:
    Female
    Occupation:
    Mercenary
    Location:
    Cosmic Wilderness
    Race:
    Force Sensitive Human
    Age:
    30
    Alignment:
    Chaotic Neutral
    Directory:
    link

    It had been too long since she had fought by the side of someone else that wielded a lightsaber (or anyone of force sensitivity), making Revan almost certain that the woman had to have been from the galaxy she knew, which was certainly exciting. Gaze focusing on her newfound ally, she found herself distracted. The woman appeared a few years younger than her, and she was clearly a well trained fighter if she could balance a saberstaff, other abilities, and keeping herself alive all at once. It was impressive, really.

    But her gaze couldn't remain on the woman with so many more to be killed for her task to be accomplished and the focus required to emerge alive, so she continued fighting, keeping the bubble active to deflect bullets, cutting through whoever approached, and quickly picking off enemies with her lightning. The stranger used lightning, as well, which was a first she had seen from someone fighting with her rather than against her. The rest of her allies (Bastila, mainly) had always scorned her for using a "dark side technique", but it was effective, so she saw no problem with it. Clearly her ally felt the same way.

    The few remaining enemies quickly scattered at the sign of their former friends on the ground, lifeless, and, after a moment, she lowered her sabers, letting the light fade then placing them back at her hip. She was told to kill them all, but she supposed the few that lived would be smart enough never to bother anyone again unless they too wanted to join their dead friends.

    Suddenly, a feeling of dread overwhelmed her, a looming presence she couldn't shake, but she didn't act until she heard the woman's shouts. "Shit -" she hissed, quickly leaning out of the way before a broad man could stab her despite the woman handling it, eyes wide with the knowledge that she nearly had gotten herself stabbed. Well, that could've been bad.

    "Thanks," she grinned regardless of her near death experience, adrenaline still coursing through her veins as she turned her head to ensure no one else was looking to kill her. "Revan," she outstretched a hand as her focus returned to the woman, offering the name that seemed the most real. Though Meerana often felt more genuine, it was only a name that had been planted in her head by the Order, so it felt... weird to use, even if Revan also wasn't her real name. At least she chose that one herself.

    "Haven't seen anyone else here use lightning," she remarked, trying to strike conversation around one of the few things she knew they have in common. "Are you a Sith?" she slightly raised a brow, genuinely curious. She didn't get an overwhelming sense of darkness from her, but she couldn't help but be intrigued as to what her training was, or if she would possibly strike her down if she told her she worked with the Republic. "Or do you just think lightning's cool? Because I can completely agree."

     
    Jaesa Willsaam likes this.
  5. Jaesa Willsaam

    Jaesa Willsaam Star Wars

    Posts:
    2,888
    Occupation:
    Jedi Padawan
    Race:
    Force-Sensitive Human
    Age:
    21
    Alignment:
    Neutral Good
    Directory:
    link
    Between the two women, the rest of the fight didn't last long at all before the few that remained alive fled. Jaesa could have chased them down, but she didn't care about completing the job for the money, and she was far more interested now in the woman next to her. She remembered coming across many Force users through her years in Pandora: Anakin, Luke, Obi-Wan, Caedus, Mara Jade, Mace Windu, Rey, and apparently she'd known of this Kylo with his unwanted presence in her head, too. But never had she met anyone who had quite such a puzzling signature in the Force as this one. All the others clearly leaned one way or another.

    The woman's name caused her thoughts to stumble, and she blinked in surprise. Revan. It was a familiar name; of course it was. Revan was a figure of fucking legend back home, and even in her isolated state over the years she'd been with the Jedi, she'd learned of him in historical texts.

    But there was the puzzling thing. Revan was a him, and yet the person standing here introducing themselves as such was very plainly a woman. Even more oddly, there was nothing in her sense of the woman to indicate that she was lying.

    For a moment, Jaesa hesitated, before she reached out with her free hand and shook Revan's. Either this woman was completely deluded and crazy enough to think she was Revan when the legendary Revan was a guy, or Revan had a rather attractive sister. She supposed it didn't really matter which.

    The woman's question of whether or not she was Sith was one that she expected but still caused a sour taste in her mouth at the thought of being associated with the Empire. "No," she answered without hesitation. The story of how she had learned Force Lightning despite not being Sith was a long one, involving Sauron and a different, future version of herself who had been Sith, but she wasn't particularly inclined to tell this woman about it all. "I haven't been aligned one way or another in a long time." That was the simplest truth. She hadn't been Jedi in three years and if she had anything to do with it she was never going to be Sith.

    "Let's face it, there's not much we can do that is cooler than lightning," she agreed, a faint grin of her own flickering across her lips. "I've met several Force users over my years here and you're the only other one I've seen who knows how to use it. Everyone else is missing out."
     
    Revan likes this.
  6. Revan

    Revan Star Wars

    Posts:
    96
    Gender:
    Female
    Occupation:
    Mercenary
    Location:
    Cosmic Wilderness
    Race:
    Force Sensitive Human
    Age:
    30
    Alignment:
    Chaotic Neutral
    Directory:
    link

    She had expected to receive a name after she offered her own, but the woman didn't offer one, only blinking in response to her name. She could assume that meant she had heard of Revan before (as most of the galaxy had), or perhaps the woman believed she was lying. Back in the galaxy she knew, she told someone else of her true identity to see what their reaction would be, but they just laughed at her and called her crazy for claiming such a thing, so it seemed entirely possible that this woman thought the same. Or maybe she had no idea who Revan was and simply thought the name was weird. She couldn't read minds.

    Could she read minds? She didn't want to try to find out; that seemed... intrusive, to say the least. She really wouldn't have been surprised to know that was something she was capable of doing in the past and did out of necessity, but that wasn't something she was particularly interested in learning how to do now.

    "And who are you?" she asked after a moment, genuinely curious and wanting a name to associate with her face later on. After she offered her own name, she figured that bit of information was the least she deserved.

    "Me neither," she nodded in response to her statement of not being aligned with the light or dark for a long time, agreeing entirely. At least, it felt like she had been aligned with the dark side so long ago that it almost felt separated from herself, despite the memories and knowledge and proof with the ease of which she acquired new abilities that solidified she was Revan. And while she saw strength in the light side, too, she couldn't agree with many of the Jedi teachings. Suppressing emotions seemed like the number one way to have a mental breakdown, not gain focus or control abilities or whatever the Jedi Masters spoke of.

    "I don't get why it isn't more popular," she admitted. Of course, she understood in a way why more didn't use lightning because of its association with Sith and all the shit they were warned to stay away from, but what was the harm in using a bit of lightning? Summoning something cool and effective didn't mean you were evil.

    "Where did you learn it, then?" her gaze remained curious, focus entirely on the woman. She wondered where she was taught if not by a Jedi or Sith, or maybe she had began as one of the other but left that behind. Still, she didn't seem that old.

     
    Jaesa Willsaam likes this.
  7. Jaesa Willsaam

    Jaesa Willsaam Star Wars

    Posts:
    2,888
    Occupation:
    Jedi Padawan
    Race:
    Force-Sensitive Human
    Age:
    21
    Alignment:
    Neutral Good
    Directory:
    link
    Jaesa had been so startled to hear the woman recite the very name that had been all over Jedi legend that she'd completely forgoten to offer her own, and cleared her throat as Revan prodded again for it, her cheeks going ever so slightly pink at being caught so off-guard. This couldn't have been the real Revan. Could legends have got something so wrong as to think a woman was actually a man?

    "Jaesa," she said, quickly. Normally she wasn't particularly eager to introduce herself, but it was nice to see someone... someone like her. Someone who truly belonged nowhere, neither light nor true dark, who came from someone as far back in history as she did. Everyone else came from millennia ahead of her, so far that even such massive events as the Treaty of Coruscant were no longer even remembered. Not that Revan would know about that either but it was a far cry from not knowing because you came from before it and not knowing because you came from so far after that an event that shaped the galaxy was no longer remembered at all.

    At Revan's apparent confusion over why it wasn't more popular, Jaesa couldn't help but quirk her eyebrows. "I imagine it has something to do with how purely destructive it is," she suggested. "You don't use Force lightning for anything other than causing pain. I guess it takes a specific type of person to be okay with that." As for why no one else in Pandora had used it, well she could easily explain that. No one had ever trained Rey to do it and she didn't lean towards the dark side anyway. Anakin hadn't used it when he'd been Vader because it would have shorted out his life-support suit. Luke and Obi-Wan, well, they'd been Jedi. She couldn't imagine Jedi ever using it.

    At the other woman's question of where she learned how to do it, she shrugged uncomfortably, not quite sure what to explain. The truth of the matter was that her previous Sith self had been with her own former Master, Sauron, first, and had regularly used Force Lightning. When Sith Jaesa had been replaced by Padawan Jaesa, kidnapped and twisted to the dark side by Sauron, there'd been a Pandoran phenomenon that had switched their powers, giving Sauron the Force and giving Jaesa the vast power of a god. Not knowing how long they would be stuck with each other's powers, they had trained each other. During their first training session, Sauron had unleashed lightning on her, having seen her previous self using it. And so, Jaesa had been inadvertently taught how to do it by someone who had not even been Force-sensitive.

    Fuck, that was all complicated.

    "The last time I was in Pandora, I was a Sith. I gained those memories a while ago, and with them the knowledge of lightning." It was sort of a lie, but also not quite. She had gained those memories, "remembering" exactly what terrible things her future self had done/would do. If she hadn't learned lightning from Sauron, she would have learned from those memories. "Do you..." She hesitated, not really wanting to give away that this woman was a figure of legend. That would probably be a messed up thing to hear. Best to just pretend she'd never heard the name Revan before. "Did you learn from the Sith too?"
     
    #7 Jaesa Willsaam, Aug 12, 2019
    Last edited: Aug 12, 2019
    Revan likes this.
  8. Revan

    Revan Star Wars

    Posts:
    96
    Gender:
    Female
    Occupation:
    Mercenary
    Location:
    Cosmic Wilderness
    Race:
    Force Sensitive Human
    Age:
    30
    Alignment:
    Chaotic Neutral
    Directory:
    link

    Jaesa. While it was an unfamiliar name like every other name she had heard here, it did sound like one she may of heard back in the galaxy she knew, and with the woman's skill, beauty, and her willingness to talk to her, it seemed like one she would remember even long after they met.

    "Maybe," she shrugged in to response to Jaesa's justification for why force lightning wasn't more popular, but so many abilities caused pain - dark or light. Just because it wasn't as flashy and not as popularized compared to some of the more defensive techniques, offensive light side abilities could still hurt like a bitch. "Plenty of abilities people consider to be aligned with the light can do as much damage - lightning's just effective." She would be lying if she didn't think it was pretty damn cool, too.

    Her eyes widened, mouth slightly opening in shock at the mention of the last time she was in Pandora. She didn't think it was even possible to be dragged to this world, back home, then back again, but that was far from comforting. She had hoped to be able to return home, and now, she knew it was possible, but even after she could go back to the galaxy she knew, she could always be dragged back.

    "You've been here twice?" she asked, eyes still wide from the newfound knowledge and needing further confirmation. And the fact that she had been a Sith the last time in Pandora but wasn't now filled her with even more questions, but she held them off as she listened to Jaesa continue to speak.

    On the question if she learned from the Sith too, her brow immediately furrowed. It should have been a simple enough question, but nothing was simple anymore. Nothing was purely good and evil - the Jedi having their flaws and Sith small points of redemption. And she still didn't know who she was. Not really. She saw snippets; she learned abilities from her own past with ease, but so much of it was jumbled.

    "I don't know?" she frowned, wishing she had a simple answer to offer. "Probably?" Past her learned from the Sith - was corrupted by the Sith, but she could hardly remember it save for some random flashes and memories that came to her in visions. "I used to be a Jedi, then a Sith... I was a Dark Lord of the Sith for a while, and then I almost died and had my memory wiped by the Jedi, and then trained as a Jedi, then I decided that was bullshit, and I've been relearning abilities as they just come to me, I guess," she rambled, glancing up as she spoke, then light eyes shifting down meeting Jaesa's gaze. "It's complicated."

     
    Jaesa Willsaam likes this.
  9. Jaesa Willsaam

    Jaesa Willsaam Star Wars

    Posts:
    2,888
    Occupation:
    Jedi Padawan
    Race:
    Force-Sensitive Human
    Age:
    21
    Alignment:
    Neutral Good
    Directory:
    link
    Jaesa made a non-committal noise at the woman’s comment. Her Jedi Masters had not trained her in the art of how to hurt or maim or kill beyond using her lightsaber. Yonlach, to whom she had once been bonded, had focused on meditation in the vast dunes of Tatooine, while Karr - outside of the relentless saber training - had had an interest only in helping her explore the things she could do with the Force that were unique to her. But that was because to Karr, she had never been a padawan the way she should have been. She’d been a tool, only; a means to gain revenge on Darth Baras and to oust the Imperial spies ensconced in the Republic. And she had long suspected that Karr had kept her away from violence because he had known how easily she could fall.

    "Twice that I know of," she said slowly. "I might have been here other times, too, just don’t remember it yet." She hoped not. It was uncomfortable enough having the memories of the previous Jaesa who had been in Pandora, knowing what she was going to be like in her future.

    Revan’s convoluted answer brought a frown to Jaesa’s face. What the woman reeled off sounded rather like the legends of Revan that floated around in her own time. Again, Jaesa couldn’t help but wonder. Maybe the legends had got it wrong? He or she had lived a long time ago now; perhaps the tales had simply shifted over time, and the woman had become a man.

    But there was Satele, the Grand Master of the Jedi Order. Satele Shan. Everyone knew she was of the same line as the legendary Jedi, Bastila Shan. Had Revan and Bastila not been married?

    Fucking hell, this was puzzling.

    But she couldn’t help the pull to this woman that she felt, as Revan - if that was her real name or not - continued speaking. It was a feeling of kinship that she not felt with any other Force user except perhaps Anakin, but when Anakin had defected to the Empire he had stayed there. She hoped in her own future she would see sense and leave the Empire behind just as she had the Jedi.

    "I was in the Order, too," she said quietly. She so very rarely spoke of her past, but this woman, she was… She was like her, or at least the most like her she had seen in Pandora before. "I was still a Jedi when I came to Pandora this time around, and then things… changed." The woman would be able to sense her darkness as well as she could sense Revan’s, as well as the rest of it, so the implication would be clear. "In Pandora, I’m nothing, but back home, I know what my future holds. I know I’ll defect, I’ll join the Sith and I’ll become the apprentice to the Emperor’s Wrath.” No doubt that would be a shock. The Emperor’s Wrath was, from what she had gathered of the memories she’d gained from her previous, future self, one step below the Emperor himself, above even the Dark Council. "I don’t know if I defect from the Empire too, further on. I hope so. I want nothing to do with any of that mess." She shrugged. "It’s complicated knowing what waits for you in your life, too." Letting out a bitter scoff, she then managed a thin, wry smile, turning her gaze back to Revan’s. "We can’t really stay here, someone will be around soon. There’s probably a bar nearby somewhere, if you want a drink?"
     
    Revan likes this.
  10. Revan

    Revan Star Wars

    Posts:
    96
    Gender:
    Female
    Occupation:
    Mercenary
    Location:
    Cosmic Wilderness
    Race:
    Force Sensitive Human
    Age:
    30
    Alignment:
    Chaotic Neutral
    Directory:
    link

    While she didn't know if by Jaesa saying she had been here twice meant this was her second or third time being dragged into this world, she was still shocked that it was a possibility to go from this system to the rest of the galaxy and back in the first place. She had heard of people disappearing out of this world, but she didn't know that anyone was able to later return and keep the memories from the last time they had been here, which was somehow more concerning than the idea of people returning to this place and forgetting everything from before. She was tired of losing her memories, but sometimes, that made things simpler than trying to figure out everything again.

    Shit, did that mean she could have been here before and just forgotten about it?

    She was exhausted simply at the idea that she could pulled out of this world, return back to the galaxy she knew, then again be stuck here, and though she missed the people she left behind, she just wanted to stay in one place. Or, at least, it'd be nice to have control over leaving and going rather than being subject to the random whims of some invisible force that apparently enjoyed watching the confusion of everyone here.

    "Do you remember everything from here when you go back?" she raised her brow, wondering how the galaxy might react to someone claiming to be pulled into another galaxy entirely, but if that was possible, she was sure she would know about it based on the claims of someone else. Or maybe she was just special.

    Jaesa's frown was puzzling, but she supposed the information she provided was jumbled and out of the ordinary, so she didn't question it. Hell, maybe she met her from the past already, and instead, she was full Lord or the Sith, or perhaps she was some alternate universe Jedi form of herself. In this place, anything seemed possible.

    She listened, focus entirely on Jaesa as she spoke of her past (and her future), which sounded pretty damn similar to her own in certain aspects. "It's nice being nothing here," she admitted, offering a small smile. She didn't want to be seen as some hero, a terrible threat, or anything spectacular, really. She was happy making money for the sake of doing what she wanted - traveling, discovering whatever this system had to offer, having enough time to rest outside of working. She had no need for power or some high up position to be satisfied with her life. "So... you can't change anything about your future? Do you even know if you'll go back?" she asked after a moment, lips turning to a slight frown.

    "A drink sounds great," her frown faded into a weary smile as she glanced at the bodies at their feet, then back up at Jaesa. Yeah, they definitely didn't want to get caught here. "Lead the way."

     
    Jaesa Willsaam likes this.
  11. Jaesa Willsaam

    Jaesa Willsaam Star Wars

    Posts:
    2,888
    Occupation:
    Jedi Padawan
    Race:
    Force-Sensitive Human
    Age:
    21
    Alignment:
    Neutral Good
    Directory:
    link
    Revan's question just made her shrug. "I came here from my future last time," she pointed out. "Even if I remembered when I got back to our galaxy, I wouldn't have remembered because I'm in my own past." She frowned, and then wrinkled her nose in distaste. "Fucking hell, this shit is confusing," she muttered darkly, and then gave a humourless laugh. She usually didn't think too hard on this mess, and this was exactly the reason why.

    Jaesa's smile as Revan said it was nice being nothing was... grim. In truth, Jaesa wasn't nothing here, but she wasn't about to explain all about the obsessive god that was constantly stalking her, determined to take her for his own once again because of the valuable powers she possessed. She wished she really was nothing, and could go about her life without fear.

    She led the way out of the place, stepping casually over the corpses in the way as though stepping over nothing more than piles of logs. Once she'd passed out of the door and Revan had fallen into step beside her, she thought on the woman's last questions.

    "I don't know if the future is changeable," she said slowly. "If we don't have memories of this place if we leave, then I guess there's no reason for anything to happen differently, is there?" That was a sobering thought. She liked to think that if she went back home, she could save her parents from being torturously murdered to flush her out, save Master Yonlach from being killed for the sole reason of being bonded to her... And kill the woman who was supposed to do all that.

    But then, she'd been in Pandora for three years. All of that had probably happened already, only she wasn't there to be flushed out. Maybe her parents and the nicest of her old Jedi Masters were long dead already, for nothing. Shit. Rubbing the side of her nose, Jaesa cleared her throat, disliking this train of thought. "I don't know if I'd go back if I had the choice," she continued, following threads of life through the Force that were fuzzed enough to tell her that people were drunk. Easiest way to find bars, if there was one near enough. "Would you?"
     
    Revan likes this.
  12. Revan

    Revan Star Wars

    Posts:
    96
    Gender:
    Female
    Occupation:
    Mercenary
    Location:
    Cosmic Wilderness
    Race:
    Force Sensitive Human
    Age:
    30
    Alignment:
    Chaotic Neutral
    Directory:
    link

    Revan knew her question wasn't relatively simple, as even if it only took a few words to ask, it likely would have taken much longer to answer, and her brow furrowed in thought as Jaesa spoke about her future and past and remembering and not remembering - shit, it was all too confusing to think about. She didn't even want to think about it, and she soon regretted her question she asked simply out of unrestrained curiosity. How could she not be curious, when everything was still so new and there was so much she didn't know?

    She followed Jaesa, lips turning into a slight frown as she continued to think and mindlessly stepped over the corpses littered at their feet by their own doing, then returned her focus to the woman as her other question was answered.

    She didn't know why she assumed Jaesa would have possess all the answers this galaxy held, but she supposed she expected someone who had been here and back multiple times to be able to completely fill in the gaps of her knowledge, even if she wanted to know so much that there was likely not a person on this world that knew the answers to some of her questions. She wanted to know if the future could be changed, but how could anyone in the present know anything about the future? She wanted to know she could retain what memories she had now no matter what, but in the end, nothing was really in her control.

    "I guess not," she shrugged. She hated the idea of knowing her own future and losing more of her memory should she ever go back, but she supposed memory loss would make it easier. Telling everyone that she got pulled into some other galaxy for however many months would likely only cause others to see her as absolutely insane, which she certainly didn't need after the revelation of her true identity already shaking everyone around her.

    Continuing to follow Jaesa, she contemplated the woman's question - would she go back? Shit, she didn't know, but it wasn't so bad there. She had her friends - stars, she missed her friends. And she had just saved the galaxy, and while trouble would likely find her again, she could live with it. "Yes," she eventually answered with a nod. "This place isn't bad, but I miss the people I left behind."

    As they turned a corner, her gaze was drawn a flickering neon sign advertising cheap drinks, and while it didn't look like the highest quality establishment, she was happy enough with the prospect of a drink and a stool to sit down on. "Does this place look okay?"

     
    Jaesa Willsaam likes this.
  13. Jaesa Willsaam

    Jaesa Willsaam Star Wars

    Posts:
    2,888
    Occupation:
    Jedi Padawan
    Race:
    Force-Sensitive Human
    Age:
    21
    Alignment:
    Neutral Good
    Directory:
    link
    She quirked an eyebrow with some surprise when the other woman eventually confirmed that she would go back if she could. She herself couldn't really see any reason to. "Not sure if I envy you or not," she said dryly, with a snort. It would have sucked to miss a world you couldn't return to unless Pandora decided to throw you back, but it also sucked wanting to stay in a world that you had no assurance you'd be able to stay in.

    But who did she even have back home? No friends, because as a padawan she'd never made friends. Her parents likely were long dead, and even if her old Jedi Masters were still alive, that was nothing good.

    Her gaze shifted to the fitfully flickering sign as Revan's did. The building it was attached to looked shabby and dank, but Jaesa wasn't exactly the kind of woman to care about class. "Looks good to me," she said carelessly, moving towards the place and pushing open the door.

    The interior had all the gloomy dankness the exterior had promised, with the only lights coming from sickly yellow lamps that flickered as badly as the neon sign. The crowd was a rough-looking one, unsurprising for the aesthetic, but that bothered Jaesa as little as the quality of a place. Should people turn too rough, it was a simple matter of getting them back into line.

    "I don't really care if they sell decent drinks or paint stripper here," she continued as they made their way to the bar. "So long as I get some booze." She couldn't go very long without alcohol. Not after how much she'd drank just to feel alive for the past near year. "First round's on me."
     
  14. Revan

    Revan Star Wars

    Posts:
    96
    Gender:
    Female
    Occupation:
    Mercenary
    Location:
    Cosmic Wilderness
    Race:
    Force Sensitive Human
    Age:
    30
    Alignment:
    Chaotic Neutral
    Directory:
    link

    "There's good and bad," she shrugged lightly. She missed her friends more than she told anyone here, but still, she had some hope that they could possibly arrive if others from her same galaxy could, as well. But it was also nice to know that if she somehow got yanked back to the galaxy she knew far better than this one, she'd be pretty satisfied given the situation she was last in. More conflict would undoubtedly come later on, but from what she knew, her life was gong pretty decently.

    "Perfect." She was glad Jaesa wasn't picky; Revan honestly just wanted a drink after all the killing, and she wasn't concerned with the quality. Alcohol was alcohol. After enough of it, she likely wouldn't be able to taste whether it was worth a credit or five hundred - or, at least, remember it.

    She followed closely behind Jaesa, slowly walking through the dimly lit bar with a crowd that matched the exterior almost exactly, yet she was unconcerned. The worse they could do was likely throw a drunken punch she could deflect, and honestly, a bar fight sounded mildly fun.

    "A woman after my own heart." A light smirk crossed her lips as she continued towards the bar, then slid into the first empty barstool with another seat right next to it. After being on her feet for who knows how long, it felt really nice just to be able to sit, and to be beside someone promising to pay for her drink was even better.

    "I'll pay for the second," she promised, then momentarily leaned towards the bar to place her order before looking back to Jaesa with her drink now in hand. "Cheers."

     
    Jaesa Willsaam likes this.
  15. Jaesa Willsaam

    Jaesa Willsaam Star Wars

    Posts:
    2,888
    Occupation:
    Jedi Padawan
    Race:
    Force-Sensitive Human
    Age:
    21
    Alignment:
    Neutral Good
    Directory:
    link
    Revan's light smirk was mirrored on Jaesa's own face as they headed to the bar. Finding two stools, she slid onto one of them beside the other woman. She ordered her own drink on Revan's heels, and paid for both with a quick and light press of her fingertip to the payment device that accessed her credits account.

    “Cheers,” she returned, sliding her small glass of her usual - whisky - towards her. She gave the other woman a side-long glance as she took a sip of the amber liquid, still bemused by the possibility that this was Revan, not at all like all the stories had made her out to be even without the glaring fact that this was a woman. “Hmm,” she mused, after her sip, swirling the drink in its glass thoughtfully. “Not as bad as I expected actually.”

    Setting her glass back on the bar, she let out a soft laugh at a sudden thought. “You know, this is the first time in a long time that I've been able to kick back and drink with another Force user after a decent fight,” she realised. “It's nice.” She'd met several Force users in her years here and most of them had been wound pretty tight. She'd got Rey drunk once last year, but that hadn't really been a good situation, more just to try and help the woman drown her sorrows. There'd been Anakin, she supposed. There'd been that time they'd gone out shooting space pirates and had drinks after, but...

    Of course, there'd been Kylo, with whom she had done this many a time, but she didn't even remember that. As far as she was aware, Revan was the first one from their galaxy with any real similarity to her that she had met. It was a decent thing to find, in a world where she had come to view most other Force users with contempt and suspicion.
     
    Revan likes this.
  16. Revan

    Revan Star Wars

    Posts:
    96
    Gender:
    Female
    Occupation:
    Mercenary
    Location:
    Cosmic Wilderness
    Race:
    Force Sensitive Human
    Age:
    30
    Alignment:
    Chaotic Neutral
    Directory:
    link

    She took her first sip of her own whiskey after clinking it against Jaesa's glass, and maybe because it was legitimately good - or more likely due to how desperate she was to drink anything after their fight - it actually tasted pretty okay(ish). Since drinking whatever surprisingly great drink they offered her on a cantina on Manaan gave her a whole new set of expectations when it came to alcohol, Revan definitely couldn't classify this as the best liquor she had ever had, but she easily drank it and the aftertaste wasn't too awful.

    "It's pretty good," she shrugged in agreement. She was no alcohol connoisseur, usually just taking whatever offered to her or was the cheapest, but by her standards, this was a solid six out of ten. By the second sip, she considered it maybe to even be a seven.

    Her attention returned to Jaesa as she let out a laugh about something that maybe wasn't that laughable, but nevertheless, she found herself grinning. "Yeah?" The situation Jaesa referred to was pretty damn specific, so she could easily see why it wasn't a common occurrence for her; however, at the very least, it was something they now had in common. "This is the first time I've done this on this world… And I couldn't call the times I drank with other force users back home kicking back." Back in the galaxy she knew, drinking with friends was usually stress drinking to forget about all of their problems, not so much relaxing. "So for me, this is maybe the first time ever to kick back and drink with another force user. Congrats."

    "It is," she agreed, taking another sip of the amber liquid that now easily slid down her throat. "It's still so weird that there are other force users here…Good weird. I just thought I was the only one." In a way, it was massively comforting to know that she wasn't alone in her ability to use the force. "Wait, how many others are here?"

     
    Jaesa Willsaam likes this.