Who: Meetra And Open What: A tune up When: Evening Where: Dermos, Jedi Enclave Rating: TBD
It was odd, almost deja vu. Again she was in a place that reminded her of home, but wasn't. Again she knew of an enclave where others were destroyed. And again the Republic she'd clawed out of despair was back in peril. It was enough to wish for her old exile back, at least very quietly. She never would. Her compassion would never stand for it, and she was generous to a fault. She'd grown up in a war, had learned what it cost, and the scars it could shape over someone's soul. Despite her feelings about sharing much of what she'd gone through, in this case it might be needed. How many lives could be saved, because she knew of a way? The answer was too many. So she'd have to grit her teeth and be ready to explain why she was willing to do things another Jedi might not. Well not any Jedi of her lifetime.
She wished she knew about any offenses taking place, wished she knew of the political parties at play. In her lifetime, she could have gone to Onderon and asked it's Queen. She could have found The Preserver and gotten him and his people to another fight. And she was still a bit of an outsider, so she knew she couldn't just go up to people and ask to be shown things. She'd have to earn her stripes again.
But first, she wanted to clear her head and shake off the cobwebs. Re-adjusting to the universe as it was now, and knowing how different it all was, would take a bit. Despite her comments on the contrary. A good way to do that, in her shoes, was to tinker with a few things. Ever since she'd learned the ability to meditate while messing with anything electronic she'd taken full advantage of it. It was that or teach more Jedi how to play pazaak and she wasn't yet sure of how well anyone would take that little skill, despite it's uses. The last thing she wanted was to ruffle feathers.
So the little workbench she'd found would serve it's purpose. She unclipped her 'saber and set it on the table. Even from here, she could feel it humming. Ever since she'd found the crystal, and how Kreia had told her it had bonded to her, she'd given it to her companions and all of them, once she'd shown them the force, had said (without fault) they could never use it. She knew with it her skill in the force was often better then without. And as it gave an impatient hum, she realized it had inherited some of her traits too. It wanted, just as much as she did, to help. And like her, it was defiant in it's own ways. "Hmm," she gave thoughtfully and sat down. Patiently she tapped the side of her 'saber before finding all the tools she'd need.
It was as easy as breathing to fall into the routine of tuning the crystal, and slipping into the almost-meditation she'd learned in her travels, and thanks to T3. It allowed her to keep some of her focus on the work, and some on the room and anyone who might come in, while also letting her get the benefits of meditation.