Guns, Space, and Science.

“Please do not misinterpret my intentions for what I am about to say, I mean no insult. However, it seems a shame that your Order would have such little faith in its teachings and servants. So much so it would have to resort to grooming children for stronger control.

As I have stated, my people view taking the Code of the Justicar as a serious path in life, a path with many hardships from the very start. Many do not even survive the training. It requires such a heavy sacrifice in life, that one mustn’t take the decision lightly. After we learn all we must and have taken the mantle, it is a commitment we take with us to the grave. Our code must come before even the families we leave behind.

Though there is logic in your words; attachments can lead one astray, however  the more you forbid something, the more it is desired. Sex for example is such a desire that can tempt many. The Justicar Code does not forbid romantic involvements, as it trusts that I would chose the code over a lover. If my lover were a criminal, then I would take their life. That understanding does make relationships complicated, luckily for me I am nearly 1000 years old, those days are long behind me…”

That is unless their caution leads to the slavers getting away. If it seems like they are running out of time, Samara will go in and kill every slaver with extreme prejudice.

Then four - no, five! - armed guards stood nearby. One was leaving. Passing weaker lifeforms. The prisoners! A female, and one, two, three younglings…oh. The male was there, but his life force was fading.

The forth armed gaurd met with someone else. Perhaps the captain? Now they are walking further down the hall. And there is a pilot awaiting instructions.

“Please do not misinterpret my intentions for what I am about to say, I mean no insult. However, it seems a shame that your Order would have such little faith in its teachings and servants. So much so it would have to resort to grooming children for stronger control.

As I have stated, my people view taking the Code of the Justicar as a serious path in life, a path with many hardships from the very start. Many do not even survive the training. It requires such a heavy sacrifice in life, that one mustn’t take the decision lightly. After we learn all we must and have taken the mantle, it is a commitment we take with us to the grave. Our code must come before even the families we leave behind.

Though there is logic in your words; attachments can lead one astray, however  the more you forbid something, the more it is desired. Sex for example is such a desire that can tempt many. The Justicar Code does not forbid romantic involvements, as it trusts that I would chose the code over a lover. If my lover were a criminal, then I would take their life. That understanding does make relationships complicated, luckily for me I am nearly 1000 years old, those days are long behind me…”

That is unless their caution leads to the slavers getting away. If it seems like they are running out of time, Samara will go in and kill every slaver with extreme prejudice.

“Please do not misinterpret my intentions for what I am about to say, I mean no insult. However, it seems a shame that your Order would have such little faith in its teachings and servants. So much so it would have to resort to grooming children for stronger control.

As I have stated, my people view taking the Code of the Justicar as a serious path in life, a path with many hardships from the very start. Many do not even survive the training. It requires such a heavy sacrifice in life, that one mustn’t take the decision lightly. After we learn all we must and have taken the mantle, it is a commitment we take with us to the grave. Our code must come before even the families we leave behind.

Though there is logic in your words; attachments can lead one astray, however  the more you forbid something, the more it is desired. Sex for example is such a desire that can tempt many. The Justicar Code does not forbid romantic involvements, as it trusts that I would chose the code over a lover. If my lover were a criminal, then I would take their life. That understanding does make relationships complicated, luckily for me I am nearly 1000 years old, those days are long behind me…”

He took a mental note of the things he’d noticed in his investigation. However at the mention of rest, the Jedi seemed to hesitate. He hadn’t even noticed how tired he was. Generally when on a mission he focused himself, keeping thoughts of rest out of his mind.

How others have their own way was none of her business. The only way his code would clash with her own would be if they found a child with his capabilities and he tried to force the child to go with him when it is clear the child or parents do not wish to be parted… only then would she fight him, and kill him if needed be, as the code demands. Protect the innocent, punish the unjust.

Another similarity that Samara took notice, was his meditative state. To this she grinned as she crossed her legs to sit in her own meditative state. She would meditate and rest in this way, carefully alert of her surroundings in case the people who attacked this home before return. She didn’t sense any hostility from her new found companion, but you never know.

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Samara awoke at first light and stood from her place on the floor. She entered the kitchen just to take hold of two apple looking fruits, one for herself and the other for Obi-Wan. “We must go, the rain has already damaged much of the trail from yesterday.” She tossed one fruit to Obi-Wan and was out the door.

He could see from how quickly she got right down to business that she was determined and focused. He easily fell into step with her, matching her stride for stride, despite the lead she had on him.

The trail led towards somewhere promising. There was a mountains with an enormous opening at its side. Within it was a large ship, one she could probably use to get off this planet and continue her hunt of the fugitive. She moved closer but hid behind some boulders to survey the area. She could see a few smaller vehicles, hovercrafts of some sort that they were using for greater distances, as well a a few people they seemed to be loading into the ship.

On a hot, sunny day in June, he had completely gone dark. No GPS signal, no comms, no nothing. Team Flash had done absolutely everything they could to find him, with no success. So Central City had to rely on them to keep it safe...without the Flash.

Weeks went by. Still not even a trace.

The afternoon of July 4th, a barbecue got out of hand. It was windy, and the flames consumed the apartment building nearby. A bright red streak surrounded by lightning picked out the people inside one by one, leaving them a safe distance from the fire. No one could believe that they Flash had come back. Onlookers took pictures for social media.

She tilted her head when he continued to question her. "Well... as I've said we're at 524 Spooner St. Central City... Oh, uhh... No... This is the resident of Mr and Mrs Miller. They are away for a family vacation, I'm staying here for the time being. I'm looking after their home while they're gone."

There wasn't a single lie within her response, though it may not be the whole truth. The Millers have no idea that she's there... and time was ticking by, soon she'll have to leave before they return. She'll be homeless.

On a hot, sunny day in June, he had completely gone dark. No GPS signal, no comms, no nothing. Team Flash had done absolutely everything they could to find him, with no success. So Central City had to rely on them to keep it safe...without the Flash.

Weeks went by. Still not even a trace.

The afternoon of July 4th, a barbecue got out of hand. It was windy, and the flames consumed the apartment building nearby. A bright red streak surrounded by lightning picked out the people inside one by one, leaving them a safe distance from the fire. No one could believe that they Flash had come back. Onlookers took pictures for social media.

Over the last several days, he had been tortured and held hostage. It was good to fi ally be able to rest. To finally be in the presence of such a kind soul. Maybe he didnt have the ability to look her up, the way she had just done, but he could somehow sense that she was good. That she would take care of him.

When he had finished eating, he drifted back to sleep.

The next time he woke he felt 90% better. Now that he had food and water in him, his body had been able to start the healing process. All of his wounds had healed, his pale skin had pinked up to his normal complexion. The only tell-tale sign of his abuse was the stiffness of his joints, and the slight ache in his muscles.

He sat up in bed, looking about the room, taking in every detail. This seemed to be a family home. The bedroom belonged to a couple. There were a few pictures here and there - a mom, a dad, two kids...but the woman who had saved him was in none of these pictures. This wasnt her home. He started to think of reasons she would have brought him here if she didnt live here herself.

After he fell asleep, she managed to change his bandaging without stirring him. He looked so peaceful as he slept, she wondered if he dreamed and what it was like. What was it like to dream, she wondered. Was it like replaying filed memory in your mind? She continued to wonder about this as she went on to clean up in the kitchen.

Sometime later, she returned to the bedroom to check on him. Andrea smiled when she saw that he looked much better. "You look well, I see the food and rest did you a world of good... Oh! I don't believe I introduced myself before.... You were in a lethargic state then, I felt it was more important to tend to your needs... My name is Andrea... I'm truly sorry but..." She looked almost bashful then. "I had to undress you to clean and dress your wounds...."

On a hot, sunny day in June, he had completely gone dark. No GPS signal, no comms, no nothing. Team Flash had done absolutely everything they could to find him, with no success. So Central City had to rely on them to keep it safe...without the Flash.

Weeks went by. Still not even a trace.

The afternoon of July 4th, a barbecue got out of hand. It was windy, and the flames consumed the apartment building nearby. A bright red streak surrounded by lightning picked out the people inside one by one, leaving them a safe distance from the fire. No one could believe that they Flash had come back. Onlookers took pictures for social media.

He tried to sit up, pushing himself with one hand, but his arm collapsed beneath him and he fell back against the pillows. It had taken all his strength to try to escape, only to end up saving those people from the fire. He had none left to spare.

That food she mentioned, whatever it was, sounded good. He hadn't eaten much in all the time he'd been in captivity, and what he did eat was usually bland, tasteless mush. He probably wasnt going to be interested in oatmeal for a while.

She went ahead and left the room to serve him a large bowl of beef stew. She was quick to return with a tray of stew and a tall glass of ice water. She walked to the bedside table and laid the tray down. "I hope you enjoy the food, I hadn't had the opportunity to cook for another person before. I've made plenty so if you would like more, please do not hesitate to ask."

The smell of the food woke his stomach, which had ceased to growl in favor of a hollow feeling during his capture. But now it growled rather loudly. He noticed her looking at him literally a second before she apologized for it. But he couldn't even think of why she was apologizing.

"There we are." She said when it seemed as though he were done for the time being. "You're trembling, if it's difficult for you to feed yourself, I do not mind helping you. Your body is still recovering, so allow me to assist." She smiled at him and brought a spoon into the stew to feed him.

On a hot, sunny day in June, he had completely gone dark. No GPS signal, no comms, no nothing. Team Flash had done absolutely everything they could to find him, with no success. So Central City had to rely on them to keep it safe...without the Flash.

Weeks went by. Still not even a trace.

The afternoon of July 4th, a barbecue got out of hand. It was windy, and the flames consumed the apartment building nearby. A bright red streak surrounded by lightning picked out the people inside one by one, leaving them a safe distance from the fire. No one could believe that they Flash had come back. Onlookers took pictures for social media.

So she escaped. She snuck her way into a home normally occupied by humans. However just her luck the tenants were currently away on a family vacation. She had 2 weeks to stay in this home before she would be forced to leave. At least she could hide here in the meantime.

Three days after she found this home, she could see the building near by engulfed in flames. She didn't know what to do as she left the house to investigate... but then she witnessed a red blur move about, rescuing the humans inside. She replayed that mentally and slowed what she saw frame by frame, a man in red was saving those people. She hurried after the blur but was shocked to see his body collapsed on the ground.

"Oh no!" The state he was in was dreadful, she had to help him... but she couldn't take him to a hospital, what if she was found? No, she could download all medical teaching softwares and tend to him herself. And that's what she did. She brought him into the home with her, cleaned and dressed his wounds and dress him in new clothes. The husband in the family's clothes were a size or two too big, but they will have to do.

He looked around as his vision slowly began to clear. It looked like he was in someone else's home. In someone else's bed. In someone else's clothes. Where was his suit? His identity was unprotected.

While waiting for him to wake, she decided to make him some dinner. That was one of her directives, too tend to her human's needs whatever they may be. He wasn't hers and she wasn't his, but she admired his bravery and wanted to help him. He should be hungry when he walks, and from the sate of his lips dehydrated too. If only she had access to medical equipment.

Andrea prepared a meal, something light but filling and with plenty of protein. She made a beef and vegetable stew with rice mixed into the broth. She went back to check on him and stay with him a while before he woke. As soon as he began to wake, she stood up from her seat.

On a hot, sunny day in June, he had completely gone dark. No GPS signal, no comms, no nothing. Team Flash had done absolutely everything they could to find him, with no success. So Central City had to rely on them to keep it safe...without the Flash.

Weeks went by. Still not even a trace.

The afternoon of July 4th, a barbecue got out of hand. It was windy, and the flames consumed the apartment building nearby. A bright red streak surrounded by lightning picked out the people inside one by one, leaving them a safe distance from the fire. No one could believe that they Flash had come back. Onlookers took pictures for social media.

So she escaped. She snuck her way into a home normally occupied by humans. However just her luck the tenants were currently away on a family vacation. She had 2 weeks to stay in this home before she would be forced to leave. At least she could hide here in the meantime.

Three days after she found this home, she could see the building near by engulfed in flames. She didn't know what to do as she left the house to investigate... but then she witnessed a red blur move about, rescuing the humans inside. She replayed that mentally and slowed what she saw frame by frame, a man in red was saving those people. She hurried after the blur but was shocked to see his body collapsed on the ground.

"Oh no!" The state he was in was dreadful, she had to help him... but she couldn't take him to a hospital, what if she was found? No, she could download all medical teaching softwares and tend to him herself. And that's what she did. She brought him into the home with her, cleaned and dressed his wounds and dress him in new clothes. The husband in the family's clothes were a size or two too big, but they will have to do.

“Please do not misinterpret my intentions for what I am about to say, I mean no insult. However, it seems a shame that your Order would have such little faith in its teachings and servants. So much so it would have to resort to grooming children for stronger control.

As I have stated, my people view taking the Code of the Justicar as a serious path in life, a path with many hardships from the very start. Many do not even survive the training. It requires such a heavy sacrifice in life, that one mustn’t take the decision lightly. After we learn all we must and have taken the mantle, it is a commitment we take with us to the grave. Our code must come before even the families we leave behind.

Though there is logic in your words; attachments can lead one astray, however  the more you forbid something, the more it is desired. Sex for example is such a desire that can tempt many. The Justicar Code does not forbid romantic involvements, as it trusts that I would chose the code over a lover. If my lover were a criminal, then I would take their life. That understanding does make relationships complicated, luckily for me I am nearly 1000 years old, those days are long behind me…”

He took a mental note of the things he’d noticed in his investigation. However at the mention of rest, the Jedi seemed to hesitate. He hadn’t even noticed how tired he was. Generally when on a mission he focused himself, keeping thoughts of rest out of his mind.

How others have their own way was none of her business. The only way his code would clash with her own would be if they found a child with his capabilities and he tried to force the child to go with him when it is clear the child or parents do not wish to be parted... only then would she fight him, and kill him if needed be, as the code demands. Protect the innocent, punish the unjust.

Another similarity that Samara took notice, was his meditative state. To this she grinned as she crossed her legs to sit in her own meditative state. She would meditate and rest in this way, carefully alert of her surroundings in case the people who attacked this home before return. She didn't sense any hostility from her new found companion, but you never know.

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Samara awoke at first light and stood from her place on the floor. She entered the kitchen just to take hold of two apple looking fruits, one for herself and the other for Obi-Wan. "We must go, the rain has already damaged much of the trail from yesterday." She tossed one fruit to Obi-Wan and was out the door.

over a year ago, i made this meme & since then, it’s blown up. so, over a year later — i thought i would make a new one. so here it is, after several requests & a pile of brains,  THE PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME 0.2

send me a  ✿  and i’ll fill out the template below. bold for things i could definitely see or want, italics for things i could see or am unsure of and striked out for things i don’t want or cannot see.

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other .

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other .

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other .

Obi-Wan was quite far from Coruscant. Near the Outter Rim, to be more accurate. The planet he found his ship orbiting was not one he was familiar with, but he began to pull up some of the data in his files. There were very few.

But the Jedi had little choice. With his ship slowly falling apart, if he didn't land soon, he would find himself floating out to space without oxygen. So he landed.

Well, more like he crashed. There was very little he could do to prevent it. The small Starfighter had seen better days. If it were up to him, he would have had it retired months ago, but of course the Jedi Council felt that as long as an experienced pilot such as himself were flying it, he should be perfectly fine. Not so. Now either he would need a new ship, he would need to purchase parts and essentially rebuild the engine, or, he would be stuck on this planet with no way to complete his mission.

The Jedi managed to hop out of his seat, the R-4 Droid following behind him in the heavy rain making pensive beeps, and find a home. He knocked on the door, and was greeted by a beautiful blue-skinned humanoid. "Hello. I'm so sorry to bother you, but my ship is in need of repairs and I won't be able to find my way around in the rain. Could I trouble you for some assistance?"

"I'm not at all familiar with a 'Milky Way Galaxy'. I'm guessing, since you are so far out, it must be past the Outer Rim."

Obi-Wan circled the living room as she explained what she could gather from the scene. He stooped by the drag marks at the door and pressed a hand against the floor.

He closed his eyes, calling upon the Force for guidance. When she emerged from the kitchen he stood again, lifting his gaze to meet hers. "Quite right." He agreed with a nod. "That will give me time to get a strong enough connection through the Force to be able to sense the victims."

"I am a Justicar, an Asari whom has forsworn family and worldly possessions aside from weapons and armor. After swearing ourselves to the Code, we wander Asari space righting wrongs, as defined by our Code.

The Justicar Code is the central force in every Justicar's life. The Code is composed of more than five thousand sutras that describe every possible situation a Justicar may encounter. Every Justicar is required to know the entire Code by heart.

Justicars swear oaths called the Oaths of Subsumation. These pledge protection of the innocent, the punishment of the guilty, and defence of common law and the norms of Asari society."

If he hasn't heard of her Galaxy, they must be far indeed, which will prove a challenge in finding Morinth. Still she must find her, the sooner the better. "Now it is your turn, tell me about this Jedi Code. You've mentioned being a Jedi before; at first I assumed that's what you called your species, but now I know it is your title and way of life, much like mine is Justicar."

"It sounds like we live a very similar lifestyle." He commented. "Jedi begin study and training at a young age to learn the ways of the Force. Our code consists of five core precepts: There is no emotion, there is peace. There is no ignorance, there is knowledge. There is no passion, there is serenity. There is no chaos, there is Harmony. There is no death, there is the Force. We use these precepts to live our lives as defenders of peace and Justice in the Galaxy."

Samara sighed as she eyed a window in the far side of the room. The rain outside was relentless and a heavy wind howled. The shutters were suddenly pulled open by the wind, the wood rattling violently as rain sprayed in like a shower. Samara lifted her arm towards the window and her body emitted a blue glow. The shutters were pulled shut just then and the hatch locked itself into place. Samara lowered her hand and her attention went back to Obi Wan. “I sense tomorrow there will be more examples of this ability, the same for your own. With the state of this home, we may have a fight on our hands...”

“We have many similarities it seems, but there is one major difference between us that I can see at the moment. We do not train Justicars from a young age. There are very few Asari Justicars due to the high mortality rates in training, and the fact that the life of a Justicar is seldom easy. One must follow the Code above all else. The code has no morally grey actions, every deed falls into right and wrong categories. A Justicar would defend a village of farmers to her dying breath if they were being attacked by bandits, but she will kill every last person in that village if it were discovered that they were running a smuggling cartel. The Code is strict and harsh, and not for the faint of heart. We are whom the Asari Matriarchs summon when peaceful negotiations are no longer an option. We live and die by the code. It is a life of dedication, blood, and sacrifice. A decision that must be taken with deep consideration and not to be pushed upon a child.” 

Obi-Wan was quite far from Coruscant. Near the Outter Rim, to be more accurate. The planet he found his ship orbiting was not one he was familiar with, but he began to pull up some of the data in his files. There were very few.

But the Jedi had little choice. With his ship slowly falling apart, if he didn't land soon, he would find himself floating out to space without oxygen. So he landed.

Well, more like he crashed. There was very little he could do to prevent it. The small Starfighter had seen better days. If it were up to him, he would have had it retired months ago, but of course the Jedi Council felt that as long as an experienced pilot such as himself were flying it, he should be perfectly fine. Not so. Now either he would need a new ship, he would need to purchase parts and essentially rebuild the engine, or, he would be stuck on this planet with no way to complete his mission.

The Jedi managed to hop out of his seat, the R-4 Droid following behind him in the heavy rain making pensive beeps, and find a home. He knocked on the door, and was greeted by a beautiful blue-skinned humanoid. "Hello. I'm so sorry to bother you, but my ship is in need of repairs and I won't be able to find my way around in the rain. Could I trouble you for some assistance?"

"I'm not at all familiar with a 'Milky Way Galaxy'. I'm guessing, since you are so far out, it must be past the Outer Rim."

Obi-Wan circled the living room as she explained what she could gather from the scene. He stooped by the drag marks at the door and pressed a hand against the floor.

He closed his eyes, calling upon the Force for guidance. When she emerged from the kitchen he stood again, lifting his gaze to meet hers. "Quite right." He agreed with a nod. "That will give me time to get a strong enough connection through the Force to be able to sense the victims."

"I am a Justicar, an Asari whom has forsworn family and worldly possessions aside from weapons and armor. After swearing ourselves to the Code, we wander Asari space righting wrongs, as defined by our Code.

The Justicar Code is the central force in every Justicar's life. The Code is composed of more than five thousand sutras that describe every possible situation a Justicar may encounter. Every Justicar is required to know the entire Code by heart.

Justicars swear oaths called the Oaths of Subsumation. These pledge protection of the innocent, the punishment of the guilty, and defence of common law and the norms of Asari society."

If he hasn't heard of her Galaxy, they must be far indeed, which will prove a challenge in finding Morinth. Still she must find her, the sooner the better. "Now it is your turn, tell me about this Jedi Code. You've mentioned being a Jedi before; at first I assumed that's what you called your species, but now I know it is your title and way of life, much like mine is Justicar."

Obi-Wan was quite far from Coruscant. Near the Outter Rim, to be more accurate. The planet he found his ship orbiting was not one he was familiar with, but he began to pull up some of the data in his files. There were very few.

But the Jedi had little choice. With his ship slowly falling apart, if he didn't land soon, he would find himself floating out to space without oxygen. So he landed.

Well, more like he crashed. There was very little he could do to prevent it. The small Starfighter had seen better days. If it were up to him, he would have had it retired months ago, but of course the Jedi Council felt that as long as an experienced pilot such as himself were flying it, he should be perfectly fine. Not so. Now either he would need a new ship, he would need to purchase parts and essentially rebuild the engine, or, he would be stuck on this planet with no way to complete his mission.

The Jedi managed to hop out of his seat, the R-4 Droid following behind him in the heavy rain making pensive beeps, and find a home. He knocked on the door, and was greeted by a beautiful blue-skinned humanoid. "Hello. I'm so sorry to bother you, but my ship is in need of repairs and I won't be able to find my way around in the rain. Could I trouble you for some assistance?"

It wasn’t until recent that she got a lead, and Samara jumped on the chance to chase after it, focused, hell bent. She “found” a ship and raced through the galaxy... and even found herself along the edge of dark space. She could see Morinth’s ship enter a Mass Relay Samara didn’t recognize, but she couldn’t pass up on this. She went through full force, being met with a blinding light and a pressure that shook and clashed against her ship so badly she had to form a biotic shield around her ship to keep it from tearing apart.  

Samara didn’t know how long she was unconscious for, but she awoke on a planet that thankfully was habitable. Her ship was practically destroyed and her injuries weren’t so severe that some medi-gel couldn’t fix. She had to find out where she was. She traveled for hours until she discovered a home not too long after it began to rain. Knocking on the door, she soon discovered the door to be unlocked as it slowly creaked open.

Entering, she found it to be empty... but there were signs of a struggle... someone was dragged out of here. She couldn’t ignore a possible innocent in peril, for the time being, until she could continue her search of Morinth, it was her duty to look into this. She turned her head towards the door before she heard the knocking.

He turned his attention back to the woman as she asked him questions. "Oh. That is unfortunate." The Jedi commented. "To be completely honest, I'm not sure what planet this is either. It is far outside the range on my star maps. But from what I have been able to gather, the planet has a Type 1 atmosphere, and gravity does not pull quite as strongly as on Coruscant, which leads me to believe it is a much smaller planet."

His residence was most disappointing. She remembered visiting many planets in her long life and she didn't recognize this one. The planet name that he offered she didn't recognize either and she was certain to have memorize the names of every planet of every system in the Milky Way.

R-4 beeped pensively and rolled past them both to the kitchen, where he found a corner and went into standby mode.

“That won’t be necessary.” She answered quickly when he offered to show her his pilot’s license. “If I am correct, I am not in my home galaxy. I am from the Milky Way Galaxy, far from here. In that galaxy, we have humans as well. I am surprised to see a human here, though it might stand to reason that you share a similar evolutionary process.”

She didn’t sense that he was trying to take her for a fool, still she would be cautious around this human for however long they would work together. She was in an unknown galaxy, there’s no telling what she could find here.

“As far as this investigation stands, there seems to have been individuals that have been taken from this home. There’s a picture here of a family, woman and two children, one small the other slightly older. There was a struggle and signs that they were dragged off from this home...” Samara looked around further, ventured into the kitchen. She noticed that the parent had prepared food, but didn’t have a chance to serve it. Give how the food was cold, but had yet to draw attention to pests and rot. “It wasn’t long ago that they were taken, perhaps earlier this day.” She said when she reemerged from the kitchen.