A question of safety

[rogueinladysclothing]

This Winter has been a harsh one, and the Nexus' resident rogue shows signs of it. Where before Amelia had been comfortable enough to walk about the Nexus with relatively few weapons on her person, she now carries her full armory every time she steps out of the inn she currently calls home. For weeks she's been pondering how to tackle a problem on her own. Now she's come to the Forum to seek advice, as anyone who's been here long enough usually does.

"I've had many thoughts and worries relating to the safety of myself and others after certain events in the last several weeks." Her lips draw into a thin line and she crosses her arm in front of her chest. That's enough context for everyone who might answer, surely. "What do you do to feel safe? Or, rather, when your safety is threatened, how do you respond?"

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[pathfromdarknesstogrey]

Given the Nexus was still cold and snowy as far as she could tell, Dia was still wearing her long coat, heavy pants, and boots, rather than the loose robes she usually favored (and frankly, preferred).

"Honestly like the others, I tend to stay armed." She pats the dualsaber hilt on her belt, and she'll probably show it (Or 'them', since it's literally two joined at the hilt) to Amelia if asked (though she probably wouldn't be as brave as Jim and let her test one--Lightsabers are dangerous to the untrained, given how easily they sheer off limbs), I'm not entirely sure I trust this 'anti-violence' field when there's plenty of non violent ways to deal with someone, or passive ways to do so. Gassing or something similar."

She shrugged. "Frankly, I'm always going to be a bit bloody paranoid, but I've come to accept it as a caution, rather than an obsession."

[rogueinladysclothing]

"This anti-violence field lets much happen that I would consider violent. Not all violence inflicts visible wounds, after all." That body swap did more than just hurt those who actually got swapped, too.

"Caution is a part of my nature, but it doesn't make me feel safe against forces that I do not know or understand enough to defend myself against. That is my problem." Amelia sighs heavily and crosses her arms in front of her chest. "And as far as I can tell, there's no way to help that."

[pathfromdarknesstogrey]

"No, no it bloody does not. I don't trust the bloody thing for that reason alone, not to mention the fact we don't know how it works or what powers it. Mysticism, technology, or some unholy combination of both."

Which she's seen quite a bit of, in her short life thus far.

"Caution's much of my nature as well," Through the lifestyle she used to lead, "Alas, the only advice I've got in that case is really to watch and learn everything you can. At a distance, at times, if you must. See how people react, how others defend themselves, and learn from it."

[rogueinladysclothing]

"It would be worth knowing if only to feel a little better about it. I may not like how it's being done, but any kind of explanation is better than none." She shudders slightly at that thought.

A soft sigh escapes her and she nods in agreement. "That seems like all I can do from here. It's not much for comfort, but I suppose that's to be expected when trapped in a place so different from one's home. Learn and adapt." It seems to have worked so far, but it's not a great strategy for protecting her world from a place like this.

[pathfromdarknesstogrey]

"If you don't mind me asking, who's safety is it that you fear for? Your own? Someone else's?" It's a legitimate question, admittedly, and possibly a subject that might merit further advice or thoughts on the matter.

[rogueinladysclothing]

"My world." What a broad, vague statement to make, but it's completely true. "For now, I can't find it, and I can hope that it's safe. But the Nexus has many things that my world doesn't know or understand. If I find a way home, I have to find a way to keep anyone else from coming here and keeping everything from here getting back there."

She sighs again. "It's not a situation I like being."

[pathfromdarknesstogrey]

A broad, vague, and utterly understandable statement, one that has Dia make a bit of a face as she frowns in thought, crossing her arms low, hands at her hands at her elbows, as her weight shifts, saber at her hip clicking quietly against her as she moves, "I imagine you're wanting to avoid technological, or solutions that require one of the Mystics here to assist you, as well, to further avoid contamination?"

It wasn't a problem Dia had herself, the Galaxy was huge to put it mildly. One person (particularly in her situation) having some Nexus technology and influence (in her case, it's a PINpoint and some resupplying--mostly food and the occasional fuel canister for her ship back home) doesn't really make much of a difference in the grand scheme of things as long as she's careful and keeps her head down.

Which was what she was doing anyway. The Nexus just makes it easier.

...Though to be honest, she's been debating on finding Dr. Takashima and talking to her about how many PINpoints it would take to bring her ship here. It'd certainly safe fuel and give her a stable place to sleep while she's here.

"It's one I can understand, I'll admit. This place can be terrifying to the uninitiated, and could do damage to..." Pause, frown, rephrase, "...frankly most worlds." She was initially going to say 'non-industrial', but then she thought about a public Nexus portal on somewhere advanced like say.

Dromund Kaas, Coruscant, or even Nar freakin' Shadaa.

That'd be messy. "It's something I've considered as well, admittedly, particularly if certain individuals from my reality made their way here." Such as a bonafide Sith Lord that actually stuck around, instead of the more watered down and extraordinarily gray (and exiled!) Sith that Dia has since become. "To say the end result would be messy would be putting it mildly."

A Sith Empire with Nexus resources and technology? That's fucking terrifying.

[rogueinladysclothing]

Amelia agrees with everything Dia's saying. So much of it resonates with her own situation. It would be comforting to know if it weren't also disturbing. No one should have to deal with this.

"Having the knowledge and the ability to prevent things is great, but it doesn't help if there's any chance of someone circumventing your efforts." She sighs heavily. "It's a huge burden and I feel helpless in trying to keep up with it."

[pathfromdarknesstogrey]

The scary part is, she hadn't really thought of most of the implications until just now. It's fortunate that the Galaxy she resides in is, needless to say, fucking huge. Most of which is empty space, so the likelyhood of Nexus weirdness making it back home is...

Well, it's not impossible so much as utterly statistically ridiculous. That is to say that it could happen, weirdness happens all the time (Particularly on Dromund Kaas, with the ancient Sith temples and the Sith Order themselves, with little morals, plenty of time, funding, and determination) in her reality of origin.

So with that in mind, she sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose, "It is one. I'm fortunate that I seem to be the only one from a world like mine who's stuck around, which makes it easier, particularly since the original portal has since collapsed upon itself."

This was why she had a PINpoint at all--she got trapped on this side.

Which wasn't...entirely a bad thing, but she still has shit to do. Unfinished shit to do.

"But if nothing else, I'm in a similar situation so you're at least not alone, even if there's bloody little I can do right now for either of our situations."

[rogueinladysclothing]

"Solidarity can be a powerful thing," she agrees, "though it would be lovely if we could figure out some kind of resolution that didn't include the possibility of losing our worlds."

It's said somberly, because in her case, that's exactly what many of the options she's considered lead to. What a horrifying, insomnia-inducing thought it's been.

"I am glad you're able to travel between both places, though. That's a comfort I am envious of." Her smile is light, but sad. The jealousy should be quite understandable, though.