[Kerra reaches to her belt and fishes out her multitool. Turning it over, she holds it out to him, finger tapping the maker's mark on the device. It's date of manufacture? About when she says it is.]
I'm not messing with you. And is it really any less possible than a couple hundred people, mostly from another galaxy, all showing up out of nowhere in a strange corner of the universe none of us has ever kriffing heard of?
[Zohvin leans in a bit further to take in the stamp on her multitool, and visibly pales as it starts to sink in. This could be a fake, anything can be faked if you're creative, but it'd be next to impossible to do in their current circumstances.]
I thought perhaps we were in stasis on a starship, or... [He trails off, briefly looking close to panic before he clamps down on that emotion altogether, banishing it to the back of his mind. This wasn't the time. He couldn't afford to have a crisis right now.]
Does this mean... that you know what happens? That you know how the Galactic War ends?
[Kerra purses her lips, studying Zovvin for a long moment before speaking. She doesn't want to alarm him, but he should know.]
The Republic wins out, ultimately. In the end, but I think it takes decades. History around that time period wasn't something I studied closely. Things quiet down for a number of centuries, and then a New Sith Empire appears, and starts expanding over most of the Outer Rim.
[That was probably the best possible outcome, but even so, he can't help but wonder - what does that mean for Vacarius? That pang of worry almost physically aches, but Zohvin knows that asking after him would be useless. She had no way of knowing about a sith long since dead in her time. Zohvin would be long since dead by then, too, but somehow that thought doesn't bother him quite as much.]
Then I suppose I have a lot to plan for. My people will want to know that they're on the losing side.
Probably. I know it's...probably not what you wanted to hear, but I also don't know all the details. Most of my studies at the Academy involved the Hyperspace War, and the First Sith War, with Exar Kun and Nomi Sunrider. Or Revan.
[Highlights, mostly. Though she had taken special interest in Nomi Sunrider and her master had pushed the teachings of her contemporary, Arca Jeth, fairly hard.]
That's quite alright. I can't expect anyone to know details of what's become ancient history.
[Zohvin is starting to regain his composure, his expression smoothing back to a pleasant mask. He can take the time to unpack everything he's been told later, when he had the time to mull over just how this situation kept getting more and more impossible.]
Our main problem now is that finding our way back to our respective homes has just become infinitely more complicated.
[Zohvin doesn't feel like laughing, but he can see the irony. Getting away from the Sith was exactly what he had planned on doing, right before ending up on this strange planet.]
Yes... you're right. Perhaps I could. This makes it as easy as just deciding to disappear.
[But the same went for the Jedi Order, too. His duties and obligations were starting to seem awfully small in the bigger scheme of things.]
Well, you've given me an awful lot to think about. I hope you don't mind if I keep in touch. I'll be happy to share anything I find out regarding getting off of this planet.
[Zohvin takes her hand for a quick, professional handshake.]
Good. Between the two of us, we ought to be able to dig something up. Take care of yourself in the meantime, Master Jedi.
[With that, and a slight bow of his head, Zohvin turns and walks into the crowd. There are some rather interesting food stalls here, a few of which definitely warranted further investigation.]
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[Kerra reaches to her belt and fishes out her multitool. Turning it over, she holds it out to him, finger tapping the maker's mark on the device. It's date of manufacture? About when she says it is.]
I'm not messing with you. And is it really any less possible than a couple hundred people, mostly from another galaxy, all showing up out of nowhere in a strange corner of the universe none of us has ever kriffing heard of?
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I thought perhaps we were in stasis on a starship, or... [He trails off, briefly looking close to panic before he clamps down on that emotion altogether, banishing it to the back of his mind. This wasn't the time. He couldn't afford to have a crisis right now.]
Does this mean... that you know what happens? That you know how the Galactic War ends?
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[Kerra purses her lips, studying Zovvin for a long moment before speaking. She doesn't want to alarm him, but he should know.]
The Republic wins out, ultimately. In the end, but I think it takes decades. History around that time period wasn't something I studied closely. Things quiet down for a number of centuries, and then a New Sith Empire appears, and starts expanding over most of the Outer Rim.
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[That was probably the best possible outcome, but even so, he can't help but wonder - what does that mean for Vacarius? That pang of worry almost physically aches, but Zohvin knows that asking after him would be useless. She had no way of knowing about a sith long since dead in her time. Zohvin would be long since dead by then, too, but somehow that thought doesn't bother him quite as much.]
Then I suppose I have a lot to plan for. My people will want to know that they're on the losing side.
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[Highlights, mostly. Though she had taken special interest in Nomi Sunrider and her master had pushed the teachings of her contemporary, Arca Jeth, fairly hard.]
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[Zohvin is starting to regain his composure, his expression smoothing back to a pleasant mask. He can take the time to unpack everything he's been told later, when he had the time to mull over just how this situation kept getting more and more impossible.]
Our main problem now is that finding our way back to our respective homes has just become infinitely more complicated.
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[...In her head though, she's practically screeching.]
Though, I suppose if you were more interested in a life away from the Sith, you've got a golden opportunity to get out.
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Yes... you're right. Perhaps I could. This makes it as easy as just deciding to disappear.
[But the same went for the Jedi Order, too. His duties and obligations were starting to seem awfully small in the bigger scheme of things.]
Well, you've given me an awful lot to think about. I hope you don't mind if I keep in touch. I'll be happy to share anything I find out regarding getting off of this planet.
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[She offers her hand, just all friendly like.]
I'll keep you abreast of anything I find out, too.
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Good. Between the two of us, we ought to be able to dig something up. Take care of yourself in the meantime, Master Jedi.
[With that, and a slight bow of his head, Zohvin turns and walks into the crowd. There are some rather interesting food stalls here, a few of which definitely warranted further investigation.]