Citadel visit (for pathfromdarknesstogrey)

[eumenis]

Furiosa has been hesitant to invite anyone from the Nexus to her home, and it's not so much because she's afraid of trusting the more pleasant people she's met there. A few of them she would be happy to see more of, really. What she worries about is what happens if they get stuck in the Wasteland, because she knows the kind of harshness she takes for granted is more than some people from wealthier, healthier worlds could bear. That, and there seems to be a tremendous technology disparity between her home and many others.

Dia, she thinks, is tough enough to handle the Wasteland, but that doesn't mean she'd enjoy it. Still, they've spoken to one another enough, and she's grown reluctantly fond, so after a handful of warnings about wild storms and toxic earth, she gives in and asks her to come sometime. If she wants. You know, whenever she has a spare moment...

The gate from the Nexus to the Citadel opens up into the deepest garage, one set below the surface of the sand. It's cooler down here, and every now and again Furiosa will find someone sleeping off sunsickness or just plain shirking work in the corners. She herself tends to do everything but shirk work, so Dia is more than likely to catch her up to her shoulders in an engine when she arrives.

Comments

no need!

[eumenis]

She's quiet a moment, calm but pensive. "You know, my old teacher Miss Giddy said once she wondered if time hadn't been broken or bent in the Wasteland. There were terrible wars. Nuclear weapons that killed billions of people and damaged the land. I guess it's possible."

She shakes her head. "But that's too big for me. Better focus on fixing or fighting what's actually within my grasp."

"What about you? What do you do, back home?"

Re: no need!

[pathfromdarknesstogrey]

"It wouldn't entirely surprise me, given what you've mentioned about this place before." Admittedly, she's also no nuclear physicist, but in her experience, enough raw power can do funky things to the fabric of reality. Temples of the Sith tend to be proof of that, particularly older ones that contain terrifying weapons, or experiments that make other Sith wary.

"And indeed, focus on what you can, and work your way from there. It's all I do, for now, with a few long term goals that I plan on accomplishing once I've got every bloody thing else settled." A wave of her hand, and then a sigh.

"That's complicated." Dia explains while they walk. "I was initially trained as an infiltrator and an assassin. But I was betrayed and left for dead by my former Master, and I've been a mercenary ever since then, since I can't go back to the Empire, and as far as the Republic is concerned, I'm a bloody fugitive for being a Sith, even if I'm not allied with them any longer. So I've been making the best of a bad situation by staying on the fringes of civilization, at least, until I found the Nexus."