OOM and EP

[last_kallig]

OOM: After her last mission on Balmorra, Ibani returns to Darth Zash and gets her next assignment.

And Nar Shaddaa is a shock to the system.

Ibani was expecting the lift to open onto one of the decidedly less pleasant parts of Nar Shaddaa, not Milliways, but she'll take the excuse for a break from her current mission readily enough.

It takes one or two steps into the Bar before the strangeness sets in. Milliways doesn't normally look this much like what's she's accustomed to. She can't shake the feeling that there's some joke she's not getting...


(OOC: Open for tags until I give her another EP.)

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[works_in_space]

Not far off, a man whose usual uniform and usual drink are ever so slightly different is staring at his mug and the decor.

"Weird, isn't it," he says to the newest arrival.

[last_kallig]

"Unusual, certainly," Ibani replies with a smile.

The symbol on Kirk's uniform is similar to the one used by the Republic in her time, but THEY wear beige and the rank insignia are rather different.

"Did your outfit get changed by....whatever is going on?" Call it an educated guess.

[works_in_space]

"Some of it, at any rate. The insignia. The presence of a sidearm. Maybe whoever wears this symbol always carries weapons." That's certainly not Starfleet policy. "And my coffee. I have no idea what I am drinking.

"Just another day in Milliways, I suppose. Did it affect you?"

[last_kallig]

"Hm. That insignia looks a great deal like the one used by the Republic military in my universe, and that weapon looks like a blaster pistol."

"I wasn't affected, but that may be due to my already fitting the decor." She was already in costume, as it were.

[works_in_space]

He looks over her clothing (and looks her over to some degree). Hard to say if the fabric is not the sort he's used to, but that also goes for most of the clothes here.

"So where are you from? And this isn't a laser?" Blaster pistol? That could mean anything, though he doubts it uses bullets.

[last_kallig]

"I lived for many years on a planet called Korriban, but I'm currently on a moon called Nar Shaddaa," Ibani explains. "Where are you from, if you don't mind my asking?"

Ibani's black robes are rather more weapon proof than normal fabric, but that's not blatantly obvious. She's also carrying a strange looking metal cylinder on one hip. (It's a lightsaber, but Jim isn't likely to know that.)

"It looks like the kind that fires plasma to me, but I'm no expert. I've never even used one, personally." Blasters are for people who can't use force lightning.

[works_in_space]

"I don't know those worlds, but it's a huge universe, and an even large multiverse.

"I come from the planet Earth, which I would guess you know if only by the reputation it has in the Bar." Everyone seems to come from Earth, a fact that Jim has always found unlikely.

"Plasma. I remember reading that someone tried to make a plasma gun. It never went well." It tended to leave behind craters.

He wonders if he should take off the holster.

[last_kallig]

"Ah, Earth," Ibani says with a small grin. "It seems to be quite a common point of origin here. I don't think it exists in my universe."

"Well, if it's from my universe it should be safe enough so long as you don't damage it. From what I understand you have to work at it to make anything catastrophic happen with them."

Unlike, say, lightsabers, which can cut off the user's limbs as easily as it cuts through anything else.

Belatedly, she remembers that she hasn't introduced herself. "My name is Ibani, by the way."

[works_in_space]

"Captain James Kirk. But everyone calls me Jim." He does not offer a hand for her to shake, since he has no idea if his reality does that. "Nice to meet you.

"I'm tempted to go outside and play with this, but that would be incredibly foolhardy." Which doesn't stop him from smiling.

[last_kallig]

"Good to meet you as well, Jim," Ibani replies with a smile.

"Well, I could keep an eye on you while you test that out?" she offers. "I'm capable of putting you back together if you have a little accident, and there IS a firing range out back."

[works_in_space]

"You can put ME back together? You'd have to be a pretty good field surgeon to do that.

"It might just be better not to have an accident. Do you know the basics of how this would work." He still hasn't taken it out of the holster.

[last_kallig]

"Not surgery, more what people here would call magic."

"I have a basic idea of how they work, yes." She's had enough of them fired at her, after all.

[works_in_space]

Jim raises an eyebrow. Magic is of course nonsense. But he bets she would agree.

"I'm game. And really pretty alert, too. I guess this stuff, whatever it is, has caffeine."

[last_kallig]

Ibani doesn't think magic is nonsense, per se. She's seen evidence of it herself, after all. (Admittedly, she tends to think of it as a slightly different version of the Force than what she's used to.)

"The Force is quite difficult to explain to people who can't sense it," Ibani replies in response to his raised eyebrow.

"Could be kaf," Ibani offers. "I know that has caffeine in it."

[works_in_space]

"The Force...I haven't heard about that in a long time." He gets off his stool. "A friend or two here used to tell about it, a little. And you're right. I never quite understood it."

[last_kallig]

"It's like trying to explain sight to someone born blind, I suppose," she says with a rueful smile.

"Do you recall the names of these friends? I haven't met many Force sensitives here."

[works_in_space]

"Ray Stantz. Believe me, I will never forget Ray Stantz." One crazy, intense, goofy son of a gun. "He was actually from an Earth, but he seemed tuned in to the Force.

"Come to think of it, I think he had one of those." Jim points at the light saber. "I never paid any attention to it, though."

[last_kallig]

"Made an impression, did he?" Ibani asks with a chuckle.

"It's called a lightsaber," she replies after he points at it. "He must have been Force sensitive. People who try to use one without that capability...don't fare well."

Missing limbs, missing heads, you get the picture.

[works_in_space]

"Then I will stick with this. Shall we head outside?"

He wonders what Ray's up to now. For different values of now, anyway.

[last_kallig]

"Let's," Ibani says with a grin. "This should be interesting to watch."

[works_in_space]

Jim knows the way to the shooting range. He's ridden by many times on Rachat.

"So this healing skill...you work as a doctor of some sort?"

[ooc: sleep time. Back tomorrow night.]

[last_kallig]

Ibani shakes her head. "No, I haven't any formal training. I've learned how the hard way, so to speak."

Putting herself back together after battle, or training, or torture. Sith training is, well, horrific, to put it mildly.

(OOC: Goodnight. Sleep well!)

[works_in_space]

"Sounds like you do battlefield medicine then?" It's not exactly rare, even if war is something the fleet strives to avoid.

[last_kallig]

"Most of it's been on one kind of battlefield or another, yes," she agrees. Sometimes metaphorical battlefields, but battlefields none the less.

"It's amazing what sounds reasonable when your alternative is bleeding to death."

[works_in_space]

"I think Bones would agree with you. He once needed to be a bricklayer to save a life.

"Have you met him? Dr. McCoy? He's here sometimes." And always from the past. Which never fails to confuse Jim.