Who: Micha and Christopher Where: Somewhere on fish street What: Encountering each other while exploring When: Morning of 4 January 2013 Rating: Low Open: No Status: Ongoing
Micha didn't understand how she'd gotten here. She couldn't recall a gap in her memory to explain why she would be walking down a street in Durkteel's capital city only to find herself in a very different place altogether. The Force was little help, giving no hint of any immediate cause of her sudden teleportation or that there was an immediate threat on the horizon. It was incredibly frustrating for the young Jedi, but there was little that could be done except look for a working comlink.
It was a very strange city, Micha didn't want to use the word primitive but nothing else seemed to fit. The buildings looked archaic and the few she'd glanced in were piled high with actual printed books of all things! She hadn't seen anything like that outside of museums, even on the most backward worlds of the Outer Rim. But what really drew her attention was the tower at the center of the city, it was far bigger than anything built with this technology level had a right to be and the Force swirled around it in such a way that she thought better not to go near it. Best to contact the Council and let wiser and more experienced minds investigate than a headstrong young Knight who hadn't even taken her first Padawan learner.
The Force interrupted her musings, warning of an approaching presence and a strong one at that. She briefly debated her options but decided to stay in plain sight, hilt of her lightsaber comfortably in hand if she needed it. Micha didn't get the sense the other Force user meant her ill necessarily, but she could be wrong.