Siri usually ignored the posts made to the tablet network, as she wasn't one for getting involved in matters that didn't involve her. Despite having been in Taxon for months, she was still largely unsure of where she fit in here, nevermind that others who'd been here a shorter amount of time than she had already found their niches. Siri always did have difficulty settling in and her preference for working and being alone after her padawan had left the Jedi Order did not help much with that. The way she saw it, she'd step up to the plate and interfere if and when a large enough disturbance worthy of a Jedi Master's attention presented itself. So far, there wasn't much need for her to step in and offer her assistance.
What caught her attention about this particular holo feed was the sight of this blonde woman becoming partially liquid and then returning herself to her, assumingly, base form. How fascinating! Of all the sentients Siri had encountered, never had she seen one quite like this. And given the nature of the world she hailed from, it was only natural for her to assume this woman was some sort of complex non-human species than simply an evolved human.
Nevertheless, she spoke up and offered in that clipped Coruscanti tone, "I'm afraid you're in a place called Taxon."
Whatever Tracy had been expecting, a response was certainly not it. The faint surprise registered upon her features for the briefest of instances before disappearing under a carefully constructed mask of neutrality that had wariness etched within it. Internally, however, she was a jumble of emotions, the least of which was suspicion and hostility and whoever was to blame for this latest mess she'd found herself in the thick of.
She let none of that show, of course, nor sound in her tone when she spoke. The only bit that even peeked through in the slightest was a hardened edge that bordered on confusion. That she couldn't hide no matter how she might try.
"Taxon? Never heard of it," she responded flatly. "Though... thanks. For at least telling me that much. Mind offering up a name to go with it?"
She paused, briefly, and then offered as a show of good faith, "I'm Tracy, by the way."
If it wasn't for the fact that everyone arrived in Taxon at the same location, the familiar scenery behind Tracy would've given it away to Siri -- which is why it made it easier for her to flow along the waves of the Force to the Sanctuary and brush upon the woman's presence. Her brow creased at what she felt: a varied mix of emotions that both blended together and contrasted against one another as very different elements whose strings were attached to puppeteers she was too polite to look at. Normally, she didn't do this, but with the few new arrivals she spoke to, it gave her a better idea of how to handle them; knowing what they were feeling helped her know what she should and shouldn't say and how.
"No one does until they come here. It's an underground city on an unknown planet in an unknown system. The sky you will see outside is artificial. There are individuals within Taxon who are attempting to find answers and a means of returning to our homes, but I'm afraid they have been largely unsuccessful."
Ever the polite knight, Siri bowed her head at the greeting and offered, "Siri Tachi."
An underground city on an unknown planet in an unknown system. Tracy blinked as the words registered. Her first instinct was, of course, to claim that was impossible. Complete and utter crap. There was no way she was anywhere but Earth, right? Leaving the planet, except for a trip to the moon or one of the orbiting space stations, was simply not something that humanity could manage. And Tracy was definitely no astronaut.
Then again, most humans couldn't turn into water, either. Nor could most fly. Or control someone's mind by sheer force of will alone. Or 'talk' to machines. Yet Tracy knew these things were possible. She could do the first and had seen the others firsthand. So why not this? Because it was inconvenient? She was far too much of a realist for that.
"Got it," she finally responded with a nod of her head. There was still a ring of uncertainty to her voice. She had been thrown off her game. It was going to take her a few seconds to recover. But if Tracy was anything, she was quick-thinking, and this was to be no exception.
"It's nice to meet you, Siri Tachi. Any clue what I'm supposed to do now that I'm here? Because I gotta admit, this isn't exactly something I developed a contingency plan for." There was a touch of humor in her voice. Dark humor, perhaps, but it was better than hysterics that she imagined others might feel in her place.
"But yet, you're still uncertain," Siri said knowingly with a little smile. "I can feel it." No need to hide that, after all. Thankfully, Siri was from a time in her world before those sensitive to the Force had to hide their talents for fear of being hunted down by the Empire. If she knew about the struggles of those like Tracy, she would empathize greatly with their plight for acceptance.
Just because someone could do something another couldn't didn't mean they were a danger to society. The Jedi themselves were living proof of that. Perhaps it was a blessing that Siri wouldn't live long enough to see Palpatine destroy that.
"I can tell you how to use the tablet -- this device -- about the locations and the hatches. Actually, if you'd like, I can come meet you at the Sanctuary -- that's the building you're currently in, we all arrive there -- and show you around?"
If Tracy's mask hadn't been a carefully constructed neutral one before, it definitely was now. Granted the woman said she could feel what she was feeling, but that didn't mean she intended on letting anything be visible. She may not be able to change how she felt but she didn't have to display it for everyone to see, and she had one hell of a poker face.
Shifting from foot to foot, she considered her options. She could stay there and try to figure things out for herself. Or she could take this woman up on her offer. Granted, she didn't know this Siri Tachi. However, she also didn't know this place. Having someone who did... it could only be helpful.
Finally she gave a nod, lips quirking upward a bit. "I'd appreciate that. Thanks," she replied. She just hoped she didn't regret this decision as she did most of the others she'd made in the past few months.
What caught her attention about this particular holo feed was the sight of this blonde woman becoming partially liquid and then returning herself to her, assumingly, base form. How fascinating! Of all the sentients Siri had encountered, never had she seen one quite like this. And given the nature of the world she hailed from, it was only natural for her to assume this woman was some sort of complex non-human species than simply an evolved human.
Nevertheless, she spoke up and offered in that clipped Coruscanti tone, "I'm afraid you're in a place called Taxon."
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She let none of that show, of course, nor sound in her tone when she spoke. The only bit that even peeked through in the slightest was a hardened edge that bordered on confusion. That she couldn't hide no matter how she might try.
"Taxon? Never heard of it," she responded flatly. "Though... thanks. For at least telling me that much. Mind offering up a name to go with it?"
She paused, briefly, and then offered as a show of good faith, "I'm Tracy, by the way."
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"No one does until they come here. It's an underground city on an unknown planet in an unknown system. The sky you will see outside is artificial. There are individuals within Taxon who are attempting to find answers and a means of returning to our homes, but I'm afraid they have been largely unsuccessful."
Ever the polite knight, Siri bowed her head at the greeting and offered, "Siri Tachi."
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Then again, most humans couldn't turn into water, either. Nor could most fly. Or control someone's mind by sheer force of will alone. Or 'talk' to machines. Yet Tracy knew these things were possible. She could do the first and had seen the others firsthand. So why not this? Because it was inconvenient? She was far too much of a realist for that.
"Got it," she finally responded with a nod of her head. There was still a ring of uncertainty to her voice. She had been thrown off her game. It was going to take her a few seconds to recover. But if Tracy was anything, she was quick-thinking, and this was to be no exception.
"It's nice to meet you, Siri Tachi. Any clue what I'm supposed to do now that I'm here? Because I gotta admit, this isn't exactly something I developed a contingency plan for." There was a touch of humor in her voice. Dark humor, perhaps, but it was better than hysterics that she imagined others might feel in her place.
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Just because someone could do something another couldn't didn't mean they were a danger to society. The Jedi themselves were living proof of that. Perhaps it was a blessing that Siri wouldn't live long enough to see Palpatine destroy that.
"I can tell you how to use the tablet -- this device -- about the locations and the hatches. Actually, if you'd like, I can come meet you at the Sanctuary -- that's the building you're currently in, we all arrive there -- and show you around?"
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Shifting from foot to foot, she considered her options. She could stay there and try to figure things out for herself. Or she could take this woman up on her offer. Granted, she didn't know this Siri Tachi. However, she also didn't know this place. Having someone who did... it could only be helpful.
Finally she gave a nod, lips quirking upward a bit. "I'd appreciate that. Thanks," she replied. She just hoped she didn't regret this decision as she did most of the others she'd made in the past few months.
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