Meetra Surik
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All I want to be, is somebody to you.
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Post by Meetra Surik on Mar 3, 2015 12:35:01 GMT -8
The last thing Meetra remembered was horrendous turbulence, which was supposed to be impossible in hyperdrive. She'd been yelling, alarms had been going off, the captain had been yelling...
And then nothing.
Her head was killing her, the Exile groaned-- slowly opening her eyes. The ships lights were dim, and far away she could hear the continuous beep of the ship's system failure alarms. She squeezed her eyes shut again as the pain in her head intensified.
What in the world?
Her instinctual reaction was to draw on the Force, reaching out tentatively-- and finding only emptiness. It was a jarring shock, sending the woman skittering to a crouch, her hands resting on the ground. It took the Exile a long, confused moment to remember. The emptiness was something she'd been dealing with since Malachor V.
Meetra took a deep breath, trying to quell her bitter disappointment, balling her fists and pressing them into the cold floor below her. A long breath in, then out. Repeat.
Regaining her composure, she pushed herself to her feet, wobbling unsteadily. The woman made her way to the cockpit, finding no one. It was what she saw out the viewports though that really startled her.
This was... definitely not Nar Shaddaa.
All around the ship there was grassland. Miles and miles of the stuff. Somehow while she was passed out, the ship had come to safely land on this green planet instead of it's intended target of Nar Shaddaa.
The Exile hoisted her pack onto her back-- setting out towards the top of a ridge in the west. Hopefully from up there she'd get a better vantage point of the surrounding area. Her ship had come to land in the middle of some large open space, with nothing but hills in sight in any direction. Meetra picked the closest hill and started walking.
Something seemed eerily familiar about this place. One sun, grasslands... Meetra hoped she was wrong. Lots of planets had grass. Grass was a perfectly common thing in the Galaxy.
Her stomach sank into her boots as she crested the top of the hill and her suspicions were confirmed. Spread before her was the Jedi Enclave. Clearly different than when she'd lived here... but it had been many years.
"This is a sick joke." The Exile murmured. Tossing down her pack and sitting down on the knoll. She would have to go to the Enclave to have any chance of getting off planet. The nearest town with a ship port wasn't for hundreds of miles, if she remembered correctly. Dread filled the woman at the thought of having to face Master Atris again, or Master Vrook-- or worst of all, Master Kavar, who had once been so kind to her. From her high vantage point she could see people milling around, ships docked outside the enclave... it all seemed so busy.
Would they just kill her? She hadn't intended to come here, but she had-- violating her punishment of exile.
Not for the first time, Meetra wished Revan had let Malak kill her. But the universe seemed to have different plans.
Sighing, the woman resigned herself to having to go down there eventually. For now though, she'd wait. Perhaps there would be a time when she'd be less likely to run into anyone who knew her.
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Post by Revan on Mar 3, 2015 14:32:56 GMT -8
Lee Rainlast stumbled out of the bar where he had gotten trashed. Currently, his vision was blurry and his head was hurting. As his eyes adjusted to the light his headache intensified. He coughed and spat as he continued to sway back and forth. Above all else, the detective needed to find himself a source of water before he collapsed from dehydration. It had been a long time since he had been wasted, but he had also been stood up by the beautiful Jedi he had met earlier in the week. On top of that, the investigation into the anomaly had proven to be a fruitless endeavor. His eyes were glassy and red. He was sweating profusely, and he smelled like alcohol.
"Never again. Never again Lee. Jack, why did you stand me up?"
He was near the spot where he had met the Jedi padawan Jack Montari. Her smile, her laugh, her face...it was all still so freshly imprinted upon his memory. Drinking had not served to do anything for him. The former Jedi decided to scream out at the top of his lungs, but nothing happened. Instead he just plopped over on a bench and began to sleep it all off. I'll try her again. She was too amazing not to give a second chance to. I just hope that she had a good reason. She had to have a reason. I knew Jedi weren't supposed to concern themselves in those things. Still, I had to push her. Lee, you, you...I'm so tired. My head hurts. Let me just sleep. So...tired...
"Jack..."
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Meetra Surik
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All I want to be, is somebody to you.
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Post by Meetra Surik on Mar 3, 2015 16:19:01 GMT -8
Meetra quickly grew tired of waiting for the crowd to thin. She had enough credits to get transport off world, and all of her belongings that she valued were currently stuffed in her pack. All she had to do was walk into the hangar bay and catch a ride on the first boat going out...
Not so bad. Definitely doable.
Meetra got up from her seated position on the hillside and began the slow trek down. She picked her way down carefully, keeping an eye out for Kath Hounds. Growing up here had instilled that lesson from a young age. The woman discretely double checked her weapons: a well worn vibro-sword on her back, and a blaster at her waist. Her hands brushed over the front of her tunic, smoothing the worn fabric down beneath her fingers.
Her stomach was twisting in knots, the closer she got to the enclave and civilian settlement the more she wanted to run in the other direction. The idea of facing her former friends and mentors was like a knife in her chest. They'd abandoned her, given her the ultimate punishment. It was worse than death in a sense, to no longer feel the Force.
Squaring her shoulders, the Exile took the final steps down the hill-- setting one foot and then the other on the stone walkway that led towards the Enclave. This was it. All she had to do was get to the hangar. Just a little further...
Keeping her head down, Meetra moved towards the hangar bay quickly, avoiding eye contact with the few people in her path. As she passed what looked like the Settler's Cantina, a man came stumbling out, clearly intoxicated. She stopped quickly enough to avoid running into him,
"Never again. Never again Lee. Jack, why did you stand me up?" the man slurred, stumbling down the street.
Meetra froze.
That was a voice she would know anywhere.
The Exile turned, watching the man stagger towards a bench. It could be a coincidence. A horrible coincidence. From this angle she couldn't see his face. Why would Revan be on Dantooine? Didn't he have a war going on? A million innocent lives to take? Her fingers clenched around the hilt of her virbro-sword, and she drew it in once practiced motion, her hand shaking. Part of her was horrified at the idea of drawing a weapon behind the back of what could very well be a random, innocent, man.
But what if it wasn't an innocent man?
"...Jack"
She was close enough now that there was no doubt in her mind.
"Revan." The woman snarled, bringing her vibro-sword down to point directly into his hauntingly familiar, intoxicated face. "What are you doing here?"
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Post by Revan on Mar 3, 2015 20:38:59 GMT -8
"Huh? What? I'm not Revan."
The man cursed under his breath as he sat up and adjusted to the light yet again. His head was still hurting and his body was exhausted. Revan would made sure that he didn't drink again for some time. Still, the mere mention of the name startled him. No one other than Jareth and Quinn should have known his name during this timeline. This timeline... He hoped she wasn't someone he had romanced some night and never spoken to again. It had happened before during a brief stint on Coruscant. He really didn't want a repeat of that. As time passed he became more aware and his senses grew sharper. It was only then that he realized the sword had been pointed at him by yet another beautiful woman. If he had met her he surely hadn't remembered her face. The former Jedi was certain he would have remembered a face like hers. The man linked a few times before beginning his attempt to diffuse the current situation. On almost pure instinct the man pushed the blade away from his face and stood up.
"Wow...mistaken identity. Did this Revan guy do you wrong? My name is Lee Rainlast."
He fumbled for the credentials he had shown Jack earlier during the week. When he found them, he moved to show her while maintaining a safe distance. Revan currently had no weapons on him, and he had to feign as if he could not easily disarm her. He could not sense any connection to the Force coming from her. However, she held the blade as if she had been trained in proper swordsmanship. Still within a distance where he could be struck, the man began to smile.
"Can you put the sword down now. I promise I won't report you to the authorities. Well, actually, I am the authorities, so...yeah. I'm going to let it all go if you tell me what's going on. Let's start with your name."
Still having his guard up, the man attempted to get closer to the woman.
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Meetra Surik
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All I want to be, is somebody to you.
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Post by Meetra Surik on Mar 4, 2015 1:11:03 GMT -8
“What? Huh? I’m not Revan.” The man said, sitting up quickly. Meetra followed his movement with her blade, keeping it at the level of his throat. She scowled at him as he squinted in the bright daylight, her blue eyes narrowing dangerously. She wasn’t going to dignify this act with an answer.
He pushed the blade away from his face, making the Exile adjust instantly into a defensive stance— ready to strike or leap away. She kept her weapon raised, but tried to calm herself. He clearly wasn’t as inebriated as she’d first assumed. He’d sat up far too quickly for that, and was now on his feet. She didn’t back down, however— despite the voice in the back of her mind telling her that directly challenging a Sith Lord in her condition was probably one of the worst ideas she’d had, you know… Ever.
Meetra was too angry to back down. She glared down her weapon at him, all but trembling from the combination of fearful adrenaline and sheer fury. He was the cause of all of this. A murderer, a traitor. He’d betrayed them all. Even her.
"Wow...mistaken identity. Did this Revan guy do you wrong? My name is Lee Rainlast.”
“Lee Rainlast?” She snorted, shaking her head. Blonde hair spilled over her shoulders at the movement. “That’s the best you could come up with, Revan?”
It has to be him.
The fact of the matter though, was that she wasn’t sure. It wouldn’t be long before they drew the attention of the Jedi at the Enclave, which neither of them wanted— assuming he was Revan. If she could only feel him… She’d know in an instant. Frustratedly the Exile reached out, feeling only the numb, cold nothingness that had started to become familiar. Her chest ached at the reminder.
Nothing.
He fumbled in his pocket, and the woman’s fingers on her off hand inched towards her blaster. Instead of drawing a lightsaber though, he pulled out what looked like some form of identification. She didn’t spare it more than a passing glance.
"Can you put the sword down now. I promise I won't report you to the authorities. Well, actually, I am the authorities, so...yeah. I'm going to let it all go if you tell me what's going on. Let's start with your name.”
“Oh. You’re going to let me go?” She actually laughed, though her blade was steady. The Exile tensed, stepping forward into a more aggressive stance as he moved towards her. “Stay.” She warned. “I don’t know what kind of sick game this is, Revan. But I’m not going to be a part of it. Stop playing with me.” He was about as much an authority as she was a Hutt.
She paused again, resisting the temptation to strike him— and trying to stay out of arm’s reach. Just in case he was as quick as she remembered. “Do you really think the Jedi are so stupid as to overlook you being here? Master Kavar—” She broke off the thought, her stomach twisting in knots at the mention of her old mentor. Not a Master, he hadn’t wanted to formally take her as his Padawan. No one had. “The Masters here will sense you.”
And me.
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Post by Revan on Mar 4, 2015 15:42:06 GMT -8
"Yeah, lady, I was going to let you go."
He let go a soft chuckle as he continued to focus on her. She really wasn't going to let him go. There was a possibility that he could let go of the act and be truthful with her. He was indeed Revan, but he had no idea what he had ever done to her. As he had thought to himself before, there was no way he would ever forget a woman as beautiful as she was. He had his hands up as the two circled in a slow dance. Again, Revan made no sort of attempt at her weapon. Truthfully, he could very likely disarm her with ease but he didn't see the need to escalate things.
"Look, okay, you've got me. My name is Revan, but I don't know you. I have never seen you before. I would never forget a woman as beautiful as you. I've no intent to do you wrong. So, just tell me, what is your name? I hope that we could become civilized about this."
His hands were still in the air. Man, I really should stop leaving my stuff with Quinn. If this gets any worse I'll probably have to knock this girl out. I don't really want to do that. I am curious as to how she knows me. I'm fairly sure I don't know her. She's obviously from some time...my time. His brow raised when she mentioned the Jedi and the name of some Master. With his current intel, there was no one here by that name. She was definitely from some time around his time.
"Sense me? Wow...no way. Perhaps they may feel a slight presence in the Force, but I have nothing to hide. I do not answer to the Jedi. I am my own master just as I must navigate my own journey through the tides of the Force. You know a lot about Jedi, but your connection is very slight. Did something happen to you?"
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Meetra Surik
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All I want to be, is somebody to you.
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Post by Meetra Surik on Mar 5, 2015 1:37:15 GMT -8
"Yeah, lady, I was going to let you go.”
Meetra glowered at him, eyes narrowing angrily as he chuckled at her. She was failing to find anything funny about the situation. The Exile refused to relax, worried that the second she let her guard down she’d have a lightsaber buried in her chest.
"Look, okay, you've got me. My name is Revan, but I don't know you. I have never seen you before. I would never forget a woman as beautiful as you. I've no intent to do you wrong. So, just tell me, what is your name? I hope that we could become civilized about this.”
He… doesn’t remember. What?
“It’s Meetra.” She murmured— suddenly feeling very small. This wasn’t amusing. Why was he doing this? Besides being evil, of course. Why was he here on Dantooine. Why weren’t the Jedi rushing out here, lightsabers drawn. What was going on? Why wasn’t he commanding his armada, decimating the Republic fleet with Malak and the other Sith? Her head hurt, a reminder of her recent nap on the floor of her ship.
Meetra blinked against the sudden return of pain, staring at him for a long moment, the wheels turning in her head. This was useless, he was either playing with her— or more worryingly, telling the truth. “What do you mean you don’t remember? ” The woman ground out, fingers flexing on the hilt of her blade. Where were the Jedi when you needed them? The Enclave was close enough that there should be some milling about. “We…” She cut herself off— unwilling to talk about the war or any of the aftermath with him.
Maybe he’s telling the truth.
He hadn’t killed her yet. So maybe... maybe this wasn't him. Darth Revan wasn’t someone she particularly wanted to meet in person. She knew his skills as a Jedi had been impressive. She’d fought shoulder to shoulder with the man countless times. How much had he learned since then? Would Darth Revan really feel the need to toy with her, and possibly jeopardize whatever he was trying to accomplish here?
He doesn’t look like a Sith. Maybe...
He didn’t have any of the outward physical signs of using the Dark Side. He looked just like she remembered, before he’d started wearing that horrible mask, even in solely her presence. It seemed like eons ago, since she’d seen his face.
"Sense me? Wow...no way. Perhaps they may feel a slight presence in the Force, but I have nothing to hide.” He said, making her raise her eyebrows. Nothing to hide? Really? “I do not answer to the Jedi. I am my own master just as I must navigate my own journey through the tides of the Force. You know a lot about Jedi, but your connection is very slight. Did something happen to you?”
“Yes. Because the Jedi welcome Sith Lords and traitors into their midst with open arms.” The Exile scoffed, shaking her head. After what they’d done to her… well let’s just say that Meetra hoped they’d do so, so much worse to him. “You happened. But you already knew that, Revan." She shifted, her arm starting to cramp from standing so long with her weapon pointed at him. "What are you doing here?”
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Post by Revan on Mar 7, 2015 13:00:16 GMT -8
"Meetra."
Revan mouthed the name a few times. It was as if he were trying to register the name in the databanks within. Nope, he definitely didn't know her. Still, she knew him and that was enough for this whole awkward event to transpire. Throughout this whole engagement his mind had been taken off what he had been lingerining on. Jack...Jack! I really need to just let that go. This is that whole attachment thing. His focus shifted between the blonde that had stood him up, and the blonde now threatening him. At this point, Revan had relaxed his arms and decided to just stand there. If she was going to attack, she would have likely done it by now.
"Meetra, you obviously know me. That can only mean one thing. You aren't from this time either. As I have stated before, I do not know you. I was being serious when I said I would not forget a woman as gorgeous as you."
He had a jacket on, and as it it grew hotter Revan decided to take it off. The former Jedi then threw it on to his shoulder. He still needed water. The alchol had really done a number on him. For the most part, he drank socially but the reminder of Jack had taken him to a place that he didn't want to visit again. Still, all the while, Meetra was talking. “Yes. Because the Jedi welcome Sith Lords and traitors into their midst with open arms." Sith Lords? What is she going on about now? “You happened. But you already knew that, Revan.". With that, he raised a brow and gave her the most puzzled look. Still, through all of the accusations he was drawing a blank. Supposedly, he had really done a number on her. Maybe she was from a time later in his life, but he wouldn't entertain that.
"Look, I was originally here to investigate an anomaly in the the space-time continuum. For whatever reason, people from different ages have gathered in this time. I don't know why, nor do I know how. While originally investigating, I met a padawan by the name of Jack and I asked her out on a date. For whatever reason, she stood me up and I got drunk at a cantina near here. You found me hungover, and that's when all of whatever this is started happening."
Revan pointed to her, and then to himself. What exactly was this? He had been finding himself meeting a lot of people ever since he came to this era. He would only decipher whether the enigma was a misfortune in time. Until then, Revan placed his trust foremost in the Force.
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