DK-Verse, Coruscant: Why Jedi Shouldn't Play With Black Boxes

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"You'd think I'd have learned my lesson," Sadri said with a groan, holding the black box tightly in her hand. Sal had warned her to never push the red button, and Sadri, being herself, had promptly... pushed the red button.

And now she was here in a very familiar city.

Oh my goodness...

It was Coruscant.

She looked around the familiar vista and tried to calm the hammering of her heart as she cursed the black box and her own curiosity.

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[random-w00t.livejournal.com]

"Interesting," observed a voice from the shadows of an airshaft cover. "One who wears lightsabers yet doesn't belong to the Council. And who appears abruptly from no where. Who are you?"

[sadri.livejournal.com]

She looked up, following the sound of the voice. "Sadri Oboa," she says with a vaguely alarmed expression. There is nothing in the force save a strange yet all-too-familiar glow. "The last time I was here I was slated to be put on the Council..."

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"There was never a Sadri Oboa in the Temple."

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She groaned. This was one of those things. Staring down at the black box, she mutters. "This thing didn't send me home like I thought. Though that's probably a good thing since I'm kind of wanted for dead there."

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The redhead walked around her, listening to what her Master had to say and testing the other woman's scent. Up close the details of her backless, long-sleeved catsuit and long boots were apparent, as were the catlike pupils in her eyes and her stubby fingers.

Finally she stopped and nodded. "Well welcome to Coruscant. I'm Pru Dace."

[sadri.livejournal.com]

A vivacious smile, and her green eyes glinted in the low light. "Sadri Oboa."

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"Yes." She smiled in return. "You mentioned that, Knight Oboa."

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Sadri put a hand to her head. "Sorry," she muttered. "It's been rather eventful for me lately..." And she smirked at the lapse in title. "Although if you want to be precise, it is Master Oboa. But I haven't used that title for awhile..."

Another smile. "Is the Jedi Temple where it's always been?" She checked herself. "Of course, how would you know... is there even a Jedi Temple here?"

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And then suddenly they came to a much wider gap and Pru threw herself into space, her hands going out as she arched toward the walkway many levels below.

[sadri.livejournal.com]

Sadri stopped dead at the edge of this particular rooftop.

"I can't scale that," she called out.

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Pru nodded to herself, knowing now the level of the Jedi woman's power. She twisted and shot her grapple toward the rooftop she'd just left, feeling the jerk as it caught and then reeling herself in even as she fell.

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Sadri watched the woman return. Nice use of line, she thought to herself, recalling how she was never good with the standard Jedi-issue liquid line grapplers.

"Sorry," she said, looking a bit sheepish.

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Pru quirked an eyebrow. "I'm no authority. Just curious. They drive like my friend."

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She chuckled. "They drive like my best friend used to. Who's your friend?"

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"Master Mah Lone." She stepped through the door as it opened, ignoring the slightly sleezy twi'lik who sidestepped her with an alarmed expression.

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I wonder...

"Do you know a Mace Windu?" Sadri asked suddenly.

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"What makes you think that?" Pru selected a table by the wall and quirked an eyebrow at the guys in it, who moved out of it and walked away.

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"You grew up in the Temple." Where she was from, that was enough.

[random-w00t.livejournal.com]

"Because they were trying to find out what I was." She slipped into the seat with her back to the wall. "I'm no Jedi, nor will I ever me."

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"Indeed," said the other woman again, then looked up as a voice called to 'Catwoman'. "What do you want Iver?"

"I heard you was lookin' for informtion," said the skinny humanoid with blueish skin.

"Come back later," she said firmly. "I'm busy at the moment."

"But...."

She growled, eyes narrowed warningly, and he turned and scurried away.

Pru didn't watch him go, only turned back to Sadri. "Sorry."

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"No problem." Sadri was remarkably unfazed. She had been a Jedi all her life; she'd skipped universes and seen many things. So a blueish-skinned humanoid wasn't cause for alarm.

Besides, her father-in-law was blue.

[random-w00t.livejournal.com]

"So...." She winced and looked up as a shadow fell over the table and a familiar scent reached her nose. "Master Kenobi."

"I thought that was you." Blue eyes sparkled as he looked from her to Sadri. "Mind if I join you lovely ladies?"

"I'd rather...."

"Thanks." He grinned and pulled up a seat.

Pru showed every indication of wanting to facepalm.

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"I've not heard of such a thing." The cat woman's forhead furrowed slightly, green eyes intent. "But I will look into it."

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Her voice sounded pained. "The code for ... for what happened, it was called Order 66." A pause. "In... in case you need it."

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Pru nodded, cataloguing the information, then blinked as Sadri started to shimmer around the edges. "What?"