Everyone who walked past the female had to double take to ensure they were seeing things correctly. It was indeed Siri Tachi, the Jedi Master, but she didn't look like herself. Her long blonde hair was now a deep shade of red and in loose curls, her jedi robes were replaced with a tight-fitting leather outfit. Her eyes scanned the people until she found the one she was looking for. Walking up behind him, her lips curled into a dangerous smile. "Hello, Obi."
Obi-Wan had sensed her just a few seconds before her voice sounded behind him, changed and unchanged simultaneously and he turned around, a version of Siri Tachi meeting him that he had never seen before. “Siri,” Obi-Wan started, both wanting to embrace her and question her at the same time. “I don’t understand,” he spoke, frowning slightly as the last thing he expected was to see her.
"What are you doing here?"
She watched him carefully before she spoke, the confusion in his eyes almost made her giggle. She folded her arms over her chest and her smile grew. “What do you think I’m doing here? Having a tea party?” The sarcasm was thick in her response but she did’t mean it - not really. She’d seen and done things in the last few months as Zora that she wasn’t proud of. She nibbled on her lower lip before looking at him once more. “Can we go somewhere to talk?” She was feeling nervous and edgy now, people kept staring and pointing at her. She kept playing with the holster on her thigh, not that she would use it but it almost calmed her. “Please?”
Obi-Wan gave her a nod in response to her question. If there was anything that was going to resolve his utter confusion, it was a conversation, a private one.
He led her to his apartment in the Temple, the doors shutting automatically behind them and as he turned to look at her now, the true concern hit him at the realisation of how much she had changed, how different she looked, spoke, behaved. “Tell me what has occurred, Siri,” he spoke as he lead her to the small settee in the apartment, where he sat down beside her. “Are you safe?” he asked, wanting to know that first.
Siri was releaved to be out of the curious eyes of the Jedi and off of her feet. She sad with her feet crossed beneath her, like she used to. It always drove her master mad. She looked to him and nodded her head slightly. "Of course. Well, sort of." She unzipped the front of her jacket slightly and pulled the leather away from her shoulder, a new scar adorned her pale shoulder. She pulled the jacket back over and zipped it back up, before Obi-Wan had a chance to inspect the fresh wound closely. "The Jedi don't keep you informed... do they? For the last couple of months, well, what feels like a lifetime - I've been undercover as a slave trader called Zora, trying to bust them from the inside." Siri was staring at her hands now, as if reliving a bad dream. "I did bad things to people and at night, I can hear their screams." She looked up quickly, her demenner changing back to that of Zora. "They basically found out I was a Jedi and tried to dispose of me. Didn't work or else I wouldn't be here... I got away and well, this is the only place I have to go. And I knew you'd be worried about me." Her lips formed that dangerous smile again, one reserved especially for Kenobi.
