Long Black Train

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Jen"] [member="Geneviève Lasedri"]

"Oh right..." He smiled and opened up his cloak and suddenly his saber shone on his side as he made it obvious. "... What i meant to say is this, you are force sensitive, but to which grouping i cannot understand by simply studying you... first i thought the Sith considering the means in which you have traveled and your possessions, but you are not cruel or looking for power. Nor are you a Jedi, you lack the air of Arrogance and Self importance they hold... so i ask again, What are you Jen, or are you but nothing more than someone who either never knew that she was Force Sensitive or you are not part of a force Cult."

 

[Jen]

Jennifer seemed to only become more and more perplexed by the second, she was a what now? A force sensitive? As in indirectly a member of that Hockey religion of the Jedi? And he thought her a Sith?! HER, A SITH? Alright this was getting too ridiculous, a hesistant laugh crackled across her lips, her gaze turning to look to either side of her, maybe she was on some strange comedian show she hadn't heard of. But there was no one with a hologram camera in sight.

Cindo, the rodian friend of hers which had been silent throughout the entire conversation looked up from her datapad, her mouth turning a bit to the side as if she was smiling slightly, her black eyes turning towards Solan, spotting the lightsaber. Which Jennifer seemingly was to busy to notice over humoring herself on the absurdity of the situation. "This guy is serious, Jen." Cindo said, a finger lightly pointing towards Sol's belt which was holding the saber. With that Jen's laughter died, her eyes behind the round sunglasses of hers glancing rapidly between Sol and the saber. "Ermm.. No! The last part definitely! I'm not a.. Ermm, Sith thing. I was-.. Never told?" Jennifer stumbled over her words as she quickly spluttered out, her voice becoming calmer as she muttered afterwards: "Wait... How do you know this?"

[member="Solan Charr"] :: [member="Geneviève Lasedri"]​

 

[Geneviève Lasedri]

Some people were just naive. Geneviève was not sure which of the three that applied to, but it seemed like the Rodian at least had her head on about the situation. A somber smile crept up the side of Gen's lip as she found herself slightly entertained by the conversation.

Her amusement was interrupted a moment later by the lighting of the sky. Her eyes were still too sensitive after a few weeks recovery from her surgery, and just the slightest penetration of the sun's beams through the cloud canopy nearly blinded her. She immediately conjured up a black (yes, more black) band from one of her coat's pockets and wrapped the blindfold around her face and sopping wet hair, tugging on it to set it snugly over her eyes. "Don't mind me," 'Viola' said, expecting to receive some curious looks. "I can still see you."

Lasedri could also see that a few people were being admitted aboard the train, the rest of the assembly compacting itself to squeeze into the boarding line. There was something off about the formation of passengers, however, and she now noticed there were a few of particular persons standing out on the edges of the small crowd. An interesting observation, but not anything too bothersome to her. She did not mention it and returned to focus on the conversing parties. But she casually dropped her right hand into another pocket of her long coat and kept it there.

To be completely honest, Gen had little knowledge of what Solan's views and allegiances were. All she knew was that he had tried to work together with her to create an uprising on Sith-controlled Coruscant. And he knew just as much about her. But the fact that he had not tried to kill her in that one instance allowed for the smallest bit of trust. I don't believe you have anything to fear from him, 'Viola' spoke through Jen's mind.

[member="Jen"], [member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Jen"] [member="Geneviève Lasedri"]

"I can see into your aura, perks of being a trained user." He smiled and looked Gen. "Ill go make sure they don't close the doors to the transport, so you slowpokes can talk a few more minutes without the weird looks and pestering of a man who is a bit off his rocks in the first place." He smiled, obviously joking, not that it mattered in the first place though.

 

[Jen]

Yea that definitely had not been her own thoughts, and even odder, the voice had been the one of Viola's. She could have sworn Viola's mouth had not moved. Jennifer's eyes casually glided over her from behind the sunglasses of her own, perhaps she was one of those Jedi types as well. Would made sense since it seemed like Sol and her were traveling together. Or Jennifer at least thought that from what she had seen so far.

In her youth she had heard about the legends of the Jedi and their mystical and magical powers. Experienced them she had not though. This must have been one of those tricks, surely. Nonetheless, it had still freaked her out. Was she able to hear what she was thinking? Jennifer was uncertain, the scary thought setting in her. Ermm... Why would I? Yea no response, just as she thought. Or what?


It seemed like the people down on the platform in front of them had begun to move into the train. "We should get going, Cindo." Jennifer mumbled, almost unnoticed picking up datapad from her own pocket, glancing on it before putting it back down. "I got the tickets here, we got some room for the swooper too." She turned her gaze back towards Sol and Gen, as Cindo began to push the Swooper down towards the train. Jen adjusted her round dark lensed sunglasses a little before speaking: "Where are you two seated?"

[member="Solan Charr"] :: [member="Geneviève Lasedri"]​

 

[Geneviève Lasedri]

Solan had consistently displayed that sort of humor. The last--and only--time she had met him, he had exhibited such a mischievous but underwhelming joking demeanor. It had been rather off-putting at that time, along with his flattery. But, at least there was not an underground resistance effort on the line now. He could be as zany as he wanted, provided he did not drag the others into anything.

She nodded as he walked towards the train to secure a place for them, then turned her blindfolded face towards this Jen and Cindo. "Seated anywhere we like, really." Gen had little to invest in this couple of girls, even if one of them was indeed Force-sensitive. She could not train anyone when she had hardly begun her own immersion in the Force's empowerment, and her needs did not include teenaged liabilities. And yet, there was an advantage to keeping in their company--for now.

Motioning with her hand to bid follow, Geneviève tread for the gloomily black train, her entire outfit seeming to match with such a somberly hued transport. She weaved through the small crowd remaining on the boarding platform with ease, functioning as well as if her eyes had not been covered, which incited whisperings of, "Miraluka..." They could keep thinking that for as long as they wished.

[member="Jen"], [member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Jen]

Jennier nodded a few times at the response, still looking with half suspicion at Genevieve. "Ah.. Alright then. Well.. I should get going, we've a part of the storage for the swooper here." Jennifer said, adjusting her glasses a bit before flashing a quick smile and nod at Sol and Gen. "It was good meeting you. Come by my shop anytime, yea?"

And with that she hurried up besides Cindo which was a few meters infront of her, pushing the swooper towards the train, disappearing in the crowd. What a funny pair.

//Exit Thread, thanks for the rp, was fun. //​

[member="Geneviève Lasedri"] :: [member="Solan Charr"]​

 

[Geneviève Lasedri]

"Well, Solan, you effectively scared her off," Geneviève said as she arrived at the doors of the hover train. She allowed a dark smile to creep across her lips, finding herself almost sadistically amused at the whole situation. "And don't tell me that's the first time."

The blindfolded woman then pushed her way onto the transport without hesitation, making way for the rearmost, shadowiest corner of the car. An organic obstacle sat, arms crossed, in his (soon to be her) seat. Time to 'practice'. "Coincidence. This would be my seat." The Ithorian gurgled some aggravated reply to her, knowing full well that there were no assigned seats. She ignored his complaint and pointed an authoritative finger at an empty seat nearer the front of the car. "You'd rather sit up there."

The Ithorian slowly removed himself from 'her' seat and shuffled off to his new place on the train. It was not long before he realized his mind had been toyed with, however, and he turned his elongated head back to glare at Gen as she settled into his previous chair. She cared little. She needed a more private place for this journey, and he could use the exercise, anyway.

And 'practice' was fun. She would soon become more efficient. All in time.

[member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Geneviève Lasedri"]

Solan moved into the seat across from her, using a bit more subtlety in acquiring his seat as he waved his hand quickly and whispered into the person's ear. Once that was done he waited till things were clear and sat down, setting his saber on his lap and glancing at Genevieve. "So, what are you doing here anyways, full truth miss, you and i both know that it wasn't what you told me..." His brow rose as his eyes remained cheerful, and also watching to make sure no one was in earshot of her answer, and if they were he would be busy occupying their brains with a complicated math equation he slipped into their minds.

 

[Geneviève Lasedri]

She was under no obligation to tell this man anything. And she usually kept mum for that very reason with just about everyone. But this [member="Solan Charr"], he was an abstract case--weird, to be more blunt. The mischievous violinist had taken part in plotting a short-lived insurrectionist movement on Coruscant, before things just got too hot there. The fact that both of them were still alive when they had each been at the hands of the other spoke for some strange essence of trust between them. Why? Probably because they had been forced to trust each other for that tense duration.

And here they were, aboard the black train that transcended the ruddy slop that was the hopeless world of Jabiim, conversing about things that could possibly get them killed in many other worlds. "I'm expanding my company, essentially," she answered.

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Geneviève Lasedri"]

"Well i see, very well indeed." He shrugged and leaned back in his chair. looking up at the ceiling and thinking to himself before saying something he had been holding off for a long while. "Are you part miralukan, or atleast Force sensitve. I've been studying you both this meeting and the last and im not sure if what i am seeing is the one that i think, your signature seems developed enough to determine if you are trained or not."

 

[Geneviève Lasedri]

"Not Miralukan by any means, no," she answered, slowly peeling off the blindfold to check if the lighting was dim enough for her oversensitive eyes. It was a little bright for her still, and after taking in the colors that she could not see through the Force, replaced the band over her face once more. "But it's not my place to determine your conclusions. You can believe whatever you want. In the end, that's what everyone does.

"You've made it pretty clear that you are one of 'those', however." Gen motioned towards the violin case. "What's the real reason she's here, anyway?"

[member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Geneviève Lasedri"]

"I always take it with me, where ever i go so that i can find a place of peace even in a world like this. Its not my fault that not everyone seems to appreciate the sound of it like i do, now is it miss?" He smiled, a bit proud and a bit knowing as he referenced their own first meeting and how she had not seemed to enjoy the sound of it as much as he had. "Why do you ask?"

 

[Geneviève Lasedri]

I hint of a smile curved on the right side of her lips, recalling her disdain for his musical performance during serious talks about uprisings. There seemed to be not much serious about this man, and she began to wonder why he would get into insurrectionist projects with such a laid back personality.

"It isn't every day one runs into the former coordinator of a revolution," she replied, head turning to naturally face the front of the car even though her eyes were covered. "It's a big galaxy. Finding you on Jabiim, of all places..." It was quite an impressive coincidence.

[member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Geneviève Lasedri"]

"It is a rather interesting coincidence indeed, i am quite curious as to how it happened that this meeting had happened. As for the whole revolution business, the Protectorate effectively made the Sith look like golden stars in the sky after their ship nose dived into the Sith's main compound. Now, i am going at a slower but more reliable sort of deal in regards to opposing people like the Sith... and your own... movement, or rather the one that seems to be making headlines recently?"

 

[Geneviève Lasedri]

She sniffed at the reference to the Alliance, a smirk forming on her lips as she imagined how much she might be worth should anyone ill-intentioned discover her. "Someone has to be the judge," she remarked, still facing the front of the car. Strange activity was going on, but she could not discern what was causing alarm in her mind. Perhaps it was just her deep paranoia, reacting in a sort of claustrophobic sense. She endeavored to dismiss the feeling for the moment. "It's details."

[member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Geneviève Lasedri"]

"True, but i don't think painting a target on your back is exactly the best thing to do..." He smiled then noted her unease, curious about it and glancing forward. He wasn't sure if something was suppose to be wrong, but just in case she saw something he didn't his violin was transferred to a more secure place. "Well, i must say, this ride is going to be interesting.:

 

[Geneviève Lasedri]

"The Republic doesn't send political prisoners here, last I checked," she whispered to Solan as she noticed the commotion arising. Yet, a mercenary guard of sorts was making his way through their part of the train with a blaster in hand, seemingly investigating each passenger as he walked by. That could explain why there was such an unusually-sized crowd aboard the train. It seemed that there may have been an attempted escape by one of the mob in the car ahead, and now the guards were filing through the back car to see if any of the prisoners--or slaves, as Gen had yet to determine--had taken refuge with the other passengers under disguise.

Lasedri's trenchcoat is more than a fashion statement. She opened hers up a little to reveal the short, unique rifle strapped to the inside of her coat and glanced towards Solan.

[member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Geneviève Lasedri"]

Solan saw her cloak shift from the movement and smiled, whispering back. "Don't need to make things worse now do we? Things are already bad as it is in the galaxy." He smiled and patted his saber now, in a way that she could only see him do so. But instead of pulling it he spoke up to the mercenary, with a calm but almost deathly cold voice that seemed unnatural for the normally carefree forceuser. "Can i help you with something?"

 

[Geneviève Lasedri]

Gen rolled her eyes at Solan's words, finding it rather paradoxical that he would be such a soft dealer when he had attempted to organize a revolt with her once. What was that all about, anyway? Was it an agrarian revolution?

Whatever. She hid her gun again and watched and listened as Solan kindly told the mercenary that his butt was no welcome here. The mercenary just grunted at him and performed a once-over of the back of the car, then swiftly turned about to report his lack of success in locating whoever might have escaped.

The call rang throughout the train a moment later, and the guard dashed up the aisle towards the car ahead of them, blaster at the ready as the passengers stirred and bade the merc answer what was wrong. Lasedri reopened her coat and retrieved her rifle this time. "Sure, but nothing's going to stop being bad if you don't teach it a lesson," she stated, nodding towards the excitement as she unseated herself. "Shall we?"

[member="Solan Charr"]