At a bar beyond the end of the universe, a young blond man sits sipping a bluish drink and watching stars explode through the window.
It is amazing just how much someone can communicate with a pair of eyebrows and a doubtful expression. For example, this woman can successfully communicate the phrase, Bullshit.
But Occlus is at a Dark Council meeting, quite unreachable by comm for at least another hour or so, and Callida is not going to leave this problem alone until her teacher is free. This is her ship, and she's investigating this phenomenon.
"I see," she says, mildly. "One moment."
She raises her comm to her lips.
"TN-R13." There is an answering (and slightly grumpy) series of beeps. "There is an unknown phenomenon currently borrowing the door to my ship's cargo hold. And also an unknown Force user. Probable Jedi. Do please send some kind of security if you don't hear from me in, oh. Fifteen minutes." More beeps, this set loud and grouchy enough that Luke can pick out // Jedi + ship == Mynocks + ion port // Ship == faulty //, which earns a faint snort from the woman. "Noted."
And in she steps.
"TN-R13 demands new tools when its had a bad day," she says, taking a seat at the bar. She is not going to sit next to the Jedi; she would like to have some time to react if he decides he would like to act like the last Jedi she met and threaten her with a lightsaber. "And gets much more irate."
"They were an experimental offshoot to the T7 series, designed to be sturdier and programmed for more decisive decision-making capabilities in crises. Unpopular because it turns out that many people are put off by decisive droids beeping orders at them. The chassis upgrades made it to the T7 model, the programming - did not." She's not actually very good at droids, but TN-R13 has made very sure she knows everything about this particular subject. Somewhat to her dismay.
"... All?" she says, blinking. A hypothetical galaxy with only Sith sounds horrific indeed. The Jedi aren't perfect, but they are pretty good at keeping the Sith from taking over everything and then running it right into a sun. "How quickly did the Sith devolve into self destructive in-fighting without them?"
"It wouldn't," she says, sagely. "And yes, we are. Which reminds me."
She stands, goes to and opens the door, and says on her comlink: "Belay the security team, please. When Occlus leaves her meeting let her know I'm having a pleasant chat and will provide more information when I have it."
// Callida == ++fast // Jedi/mynock + ship == False alarm? //
"No."
// Callida + next time =/= [ ++fast demand => immediate revision ] // TN-R13 == valuable // Processing time =/= infinite // TN-R13 - //
"I apologize for the demands on your time," sighs Callida, "but I thought it wise to have you on standby while I took a few minutes to-"
// TN-R13 =/= standby! // Time + last message == 6.29 seconds!! // There is a pause, then, louder: // Callida + disturbance == minutes? //
".... It has been, yes. That is very odd."
"Ah. Apparently while the door to the bar that has borrowed my cargo hold is closed, time is paused."
There is another pause, this one longer.
// Crazy time wizardry =/= TN-R13's problem // decides the astromech droid.
Callida snorts. "No, I suppose it isn't. Thank you for being patient with me, I apologize for the confusion. I'll endeavor not to let the - crazy time wizardry bother you in the future."
// Callida == tolerable //
"Thank you."
She closes the door again.
"Ah." Callida smiles, slightly, and decides to sit. This time, her seat's across from him, and she props her head up with an arm to look at him critically. "And leeway in other departments as well? I'd thought it standard procedure to threaten Sith Lords with lightsabers. We're dangerous, you know. Or was my previous experience an anomaly?"
"As I understand it, she and her companion had just killed the Emperor - compare mine to yours, except this one managed to keep a handle on an entire bloated society of Sith - and were looking for an escape route off the planet. They went poking about my ship, I opened the door and said hello, armed with a bowl of cereal and a lot of nerve." And the knowledge that she was the only one on her ship that could maybe take them, and at the very least, she should keep herself between them and the people under her command. "They requested passage off the planet, which I declined to give them. Then my cereal was sadly bisected, and I was threatened." She considers. "To her dubious credit she didn't seem like she was all that experienced with making threats. It was very 'Do what I want or else,' to which I asked, 'Well, what is the else?' which did not go over well."
Her words are flippant, but there's some hint of deeper motives to her, though nothing particularly easy to pick out without something more invasive.
She is looking at him very intensely now.
"I imagine so, and while I sympathize, is that how it is to go? She suffered from the presence of an evil man, and so whatever she does to innocent bystanders is justified, as long as they're labelled with the correct word that means 'not a person'?"
"Not justified. Understandable, maybe. Threatening an uninvolved bystander was wrong of her, and she should bear responsibility for what she did. But I think it's important to consider context. When people are under stress, it's easier for us to make decisions that are wrong, that hurt others. If it was me, I would regret my actions and hope that the person I harmed would be able to take the circumstances into account when I asked for forgiveness."
"I said I was the last Jedi, but I won't be forever. My sister is going to have children soon, and they'll be Force-sensitive more likely than not. I didn't start my training until I was nineteen. I have no idea how I'm going to teach them or even if I'm the sort of person who can."
"And not all monsters are shaped the same," she agrees, reasonably. "In my experience, the trick is not actually in keeping them in a box where no monsters can touch them, it's helping them to build the mental architecture to identify and then oppose them. And, well, keeping them safe while they're constructing it."
"Making mistakes is part of being alive, I think." For some absurd reason, she has the urge to say, 'My mistakes involved accidentally torturing someone,' but actually let's never say that ever.
"This is speaking largely from personal experience, and for others it might be different, but I grew a lot as a person when I was given the chance and resources to learn more about the galaxy. To understand different perspectives and philosophies and allowed to come to my own conclusions without being - pressured to match a specific doctrine. My teacher doesn't... perhaps use a teaching method I can wholeheartedly recommend, but she advised, taught, and supported me when I needed it."
"You're welcome." She considers the visual of carrying Occlus through a swamp on her back, and can't resist smiling a little. "Carrying your teacher on your back. How bizarre. Perhaps also don't do - that. Unless you're planning to cover their medical insurance for the inevitable back problems."
"Could be the most stable example of Sith. It's an odd rule to codify, but I could see how it might be tempting to not have to worry about multiple apprentices competing for power and prestige, and all the chaos that ensues as they take and teach their own apprentices. But I'm afraid I can't offer more than speculation. The rule seems insanity to me."
"When you word it like that, it sounds like it might be purposefully designed with that in mind. To magnify the risk and challenge. The Sith's fight for survival is a fight for the survival of the philosophy as well as the Sith themselves. Because Sith philosophy is a strange and twisty thing that only occasionally resembles making any sense."
"Ben was... For most of my life, I knew him as 'that crazy old man who lives off in the desert'. My uncle always said to stay away from him, but he was friendly enough when my friends and I would go out that way to race speeders. I really only got a few days with him before he died."
"What a week that was. Artoo ran away the first night, got almost a hundred klicks before I caught up with him in the morning, then Sand People attacked, Ben saved me, gave me my father's lightsaber, stormtroopers killed Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru and burned the farm looking for Artoo, we met Han, the Empire blew up Alderaan, I rescued a princess, Ben sacrificed himself so we could get away from Vader, I joined the Rebellion and destroyed the Death Star."
"What purpose would blowing up a planet bring! Planets are useful! Whatever tactical achievements they wanted could have been gained through methods far less wasteful -" she shuts her mouth, letting her breath out in a hiss. She pinches the bridge of her nose. "I'm sorry, you're not the one to say this to. Idiots."
"Well, yes, but I have sort of given up expecting Sith to care about people. We have large scale slavery and quietly overlooked genocide, and I guarantee that's killed more people across the galaxy than the populace of a planet, and made miserable the lives of countless more. I can however expect tactical decisions that resemble making sense."
"Honestly, that's mostly what I know about it. I spent my childhood on a moisture farm on Tatooine, way out in the Outer Rim. Didn't know much about the wider galaxy until I left, and then I was mostly concerned with fighting against the Empire. They still haven't surrendered, but we've made enough progress to be able to say we're not the Rebellion anymore, we're the New Republic."
"Sith Empire versus the - I'm going to call it the Old Republic, with how you have a new one. Each has approximately half of the galaxy. There was an extended ceasefire, for a while, but it's since evaporated and now the two are trying to unite the galaxy by killing the ones who have the other half of it."
"Yes, but she's not the problem. If the Sith Empire collapsed tomorrow she'd be annoyed and concerned for the structure of her organization and the safety of her archives, but otherwise not really care. As long as no one breaks her things, she's inclined to ignore politics and policy. It's - everyone else that's the problem. The turnover rate for Dark Councilors is - shortening alarmingly, and the ones who are stable are not as benign as my teacher."
"I think I'd want to be more assured that I could hold power before I try to seize it, otherwise I just make a bigger mess. I'm not against the idea, I just don't think I could survive for any longer than fifteen minutes if, say, Darth Marr wanted me dead. My teacher could give me authority, certainly, but I can't hide behind her forever."
"Charming. A grim bright side of Sith politics is that if anyone is too self serving and stupid, they will either be intimidated until they knock it off, or die when someone gets annoyed with them. Everyone is very motivated to think of the good of the Empire, unless they're Sith themselves."
"There are two separate sections of the political structure. Non-Sith, and Sith. I have only a vague idea of the non-Sith structure, but as I understand it, it's highly militaristic and based heavily around loyal years of service and skill. Aside from that, I really couldn't say. I haven't gotten involved.
"Sith politics are - well. Deadly. Also somewhat bizarre. They are ostensibly above and in control of all non-Sith in Imperial society. The lowest Sith apprentice is," she grimaces, "above even seasoned and loyal citizens. The Dark Council has twelve members, each in charge of their own Sphere of influence. A section of government or specialization, if you will. Some of these Spheres are dare I say it, sane - the Sphere of Biotic Science, the Sphere of Production and Logistics, my own teacher's Sphere of Ancient Knowledge. Then there are the, ah. Less sane ones. Sith 'Philosophy,' whatever work that involves, an entire Sphere devoted to the vaguely named Mysteries, and no I don't know what it's about, and not one, not two, but three separate Spheres for the military. Offense, Defense, and Strategy. Presumably because if one Sith Lord was in charge of the army, they would go, 'And now I will use that to kill all of the other Sith.'"
"It sounds like you solved it, though. The Sith - if anything, we're getting more and more fractured. None of us liked the Emperor, but he brought stability. Doesn't help that about a third of the Dark Council died at Corellia seven years ago, and most of the replacements haven't been very, ah. Stable."
"If I could fit everything I wanted to through the door... Maybe. I think I'm inclined to be a doorstop for an hour so Occlus can investigate this bar, too, so perhaps my answer will change. And at the very least, if there's any technology - medical especially, as I'll understand if you hesitate to relay other technology to a Sith Lord - that you'd like to impart from the future..." She smiles. "Well, I wouldn't say no."
...He blushes a little. Then gets up and goes to the door. He opens it and pulls out his comlink.
"Artoo, can you pull down a copy of the latest Encyclopedia Technica and bring it up to my apartment? Yes, all the volumes. And, uh, better bring a reader too. Yes, I know you're helping with the X-wing but this is important. No, it's kind of a secret. You'll see when you get here."
And eventually a blue and white astromech shows up and passes Luke a datapad, and beeps inquisitively about the bar where the floor plan indicates there should be a 'fresher. He does his best to alleviate the confusion and the droid eventually departs, with a somewhat skeptical squeak.
Callida listens with half an ear, reading the explanatory napkins and sipping her fabulous drink.
She thanks Bar politely for the drink and the conversation, and returns to her seat at the booth.
"Bar mentioned there's a translation effect in play, so if we actually leave Milliways we might stop being mutually intelligible. Also, there's a number of things I can buy from her directly, she doesn't just sell food and drinks. And she accepts all kinds of currency, and rents out rooms. Staff get rooms in exchange for doing various kinds of work - security, janitorial, there's even a med bay."
"Excellent, thank you," she says, smiling with all of the dignity of a woman who's spent her entire adult life as a Sith. "I'll see about reading and organizing it, and figuring out what to distribute where."
... Then her smile turns slightly goofy, and she cackles quietly into the datapad. She is very thrilled about having the technical secrets of the future in one convenient tablet.
"For me to do? I - should see about officially taking a security job so I can have lodgings assured before I dive into sorting through the information. And I'll need to be a doorstop at some point to get Gelrath in here for the medical technology, he could do more with it than I could, and if I'm going to be a doorstop I might as well get it over with and get everyone I can trust in here and - and I'm terribly sorry, I'm babbling."
"I had a commission with the Alliance I only resigned a few months ago; I was drawing a salary from that. And there were some awards that came with money. And apparently some people donate to the Jedi as charity? I think that's kept separately from the rest. Leia recommended me some accountants to keep track of it all."
"Luke. I'm the single apprentice of a Dark Councilor. One of the twelve people that rules over an Empire and therefore one of twelve people that the resources of an empire is funneled towards. She likes me, and I've proven to be financially responsible. It's been years since she decided to give me discretionary funds to do whatever I'd like with. They are not stingy. I could comfortably live here for decades."
Callida nods.
"I don't think I have any secret siblings, unless my mother had them before - before I was in a state to take notice of how many siblings I had. I suppose my father could dramatically reveal himself at some point, but." She makes a face. "I think I'd rather pass. I'm glad your dramatic familial reveal worked out for you."
"You have friends and family that can listen to you when you need to talk, and help you when you need it. You now have the resources of the multiverse at your disposal, and time outside is paused to give you time to think and rest. You can ask for all of the written works of history from Bar for whatever perspectives you want, and you can feel free to speak to me whenever you like. You're intelligent, thoughtful, resourceful, powerful, and have good instincts. There will always be a 'so far,' always be a chance of future failure, but I think you have a greater chance of future success."
Awwwwww.
Her attempts to flirt with him seem to have been too subtle for him to really catch, but she doesn't think she wants to try being more overt. That just risks making a fool of herself, and to be honest she'd rather not. He's cute, she likes subtly flirting with him and seeing him blush adorably, she doesn't want to try to push things any farther than where they are now. Maybe later.
But she can smile at him. Because he is very cute.
To the door! (After putting her boots back on.)
She sits where the door will not slide shut on its own, and retrieves her comlink.
"Doctor Gelrath," she says into it, "please report to my ship at your earliest convenience, something unexpected's come up that looks like it might require your analysis."
"Is it important?" comes the plaintive voice from the other side.
Callida rolls her eyes. "Yes."
The voice on the other end huffs a slightly unprofessional, "Fine."
"Thank you," says Callida, dryly.
"Oh, yes. He's been my ship's doctor for..." she stops and thinks. "Two and a half years, or so. He likes working for me, he's just annoyed at being interrupted while he was... I forget what he was doing. He will doubtlessly explain it to you in excruciating detail if you want to know."
Smile.
A brunette pokes her head around the corner. Her eyes widen, and she nearly flinches back around the corner again.
"I heard voices - um?" she begins, then stops. "Um. Is this another cereal incident, because I can just turn around and pretend I didn't see anything -"
"It is not," says Callida. "Luke, this is Lieutenant Deenia, my pilot. Deenia, this is Luke Skywalker."
"Uh. Hi?"
Deenia doesn't know what to do with this. She looks at Callida, then Luke, then back to Callida.
"Um. I can so turn around and pretend I didn't see anything if you revised your policy on - on, um." She scrutinizes Callida's inscrutable expression and promptly shuts up. "You know what, never mind, better question, how weird is the weird here."
Callida considers. "Very?"
Deenia makes a squeaky sound of dismay.
"Good weird?" offers the Sith Lord.
Deenia repeats the sound of dismay, this time lengthening it by another two seconds.
"You have my permission to hide in the cockpit and pretend nothing weird is going on, I will come get you if there's anything you're going to want to know."
"Okaycoolthanksnicemeetingyoubye!" says a rapidly disappearing brunette.
That look means she thinks that pulling that off is kind of hot.
But he doesn't seem to be enjoying the attention, so she smiles at him and turns back to her datapad to continue typing.
"Did the Death Star even do anything besides have a stereotypical name and commit pointless acts of destruction?" she asks.
"And destroying Alderaan of all places with it - it's just - it's such a waste and such a tactical blunder rolled together into this awful unique combination of moral and intellectual bankruptcy. It is amazing the whole system didn't collapse under its own idiocy on its own, no rebellion even required."
"Imbeciles," she huffs. "Even worse, Alderaan was a part of the Empire, right? So they demonstrated to their subjects that they definitely would blow up their own people. With a lot of innocent casualties, you are not safe even if you are a good Imperial subject. There are just so very many things wrong with it and if I had a perfectly nice Empire I would at a minimum not blow my own people up! Absolute minimum! It's not very hard to not blow up a planet!"
"Why would I ever waste resources on such a useless - I'd set it up on some kind of border system that was dealing with some kind of problem with pirates or the like, and have it be very scary at the pirates while quietly helping to boost the economy of the system, so it can eventually have the infrastructure to handle the problem on its own. Or something else, depending on what was going on in the Empire."
She considers him. Then, quietly:
"Peace is a lie, there is only passion. Through passion I gain strength. Through strength, I gain power. Through power, I gain victory. Through victory, my chains are broken." Then, even more softly: "The Force shall free me."
She looks away. "I don't really interpret it the way other Sith seem to, but as codes go it's not the - the worst ever."
Callida winces slightly, and disentangles from the hug.
"... Yes, Deenia?" she says, picking up her dignity and putting it right back on as if it is the most natural thing in the world for a Sith Lord to hug a Jedi.
"Yeah, I didn't see any of that," declares the lieutenant. She edges past the corner, eyeing Luke like he might secretly be a rancor crammed into a human-shaped chassis. As if it's her last line of defense, she - attempts a smile. It is smile shaped. If you squint.
The reason why becomes apparent when she holds up a mug to Callida. It contains hot chocolate.
"... Thank you," says Callida, blinking and taking the offering.
"You had that, uh. Righteous yelly thing. Going on. It was echoing. So." Awkward shrug. Deenia eyes the bar behind Callida and Luke. "Yeah wow that is very weird."
"It is, yes."
"Iiiiiii am going to go now, okay? Okay." She waves, awkwardly, to Luke.
Callida smiles at him.
"She's okay. She's not precisely afraid of you anymore, she just - she has her element, and she is very, very good at it. Then if you give her anything that is not that element, she doesn't know what to do with it and flees, because it's strange and confusing and she doesn't like not knowing what to do." Pause. "Also she trusts that if you were a threat I would handle it. So there's that."
"I'd recently earned Lord status, and Occlus decided to give me my own ship. At the time I wasn't, ah, in much of a mood to try and learn how to fly it, so I started looking for a pilot. I got a list of who was working for Occlus that could be safely moved - not just pilots, I also hired Gelrath and an engineer during this - and I got to looking. Deenia was stationed on some backwards out of the way station on - I think it was Eriadu, piloting freighters. I noticed her qualifications, and how she was kind of being wasted on freighter transport, and I invited her to work for me. I think she just wanted to fly my ship, and get away from her boring job."
She smiles back.
Then she returns to Milliways weirdness documentation. She's just about done, there's not a ton of information to compile. She just wants to have it all easy to read and with little expanding subsections giving further explanation should Occlus (or anyone else) want it.
He's very sweet, and she appreciates him very much.
The door to the cargo bay is near the landing ramp, for the simple reason of practicality of cargo movement. So when the landing ramp's attached airlock open, Luke and Callida can both see a slightly annoyed middle-aged human emerge, open his mouth, and then completely rethink whatever it was he was going to say upon seeing the bar instead of the cargo hold. The annoyed expression vanishes.
"Okay," he acknowledges, after a pause. "Very important, yes, all right."
"Hello, doctor," says Callida, smiling a little. "I apologize for the interruption, but yes, very important."
"Is this his fault?" asks Doctor Gelrath, pointing at Luke. "And are my samples in there going to be okay because some of the things in there are incredibly irreplaceable -"
"They're fine, this door is just borrowed for a little while. You should be able to get to the cargo hold's contents via the other entrance. And no, it's just a random phenomenon."
"Oh. Good. Hello."
She offers up the datapad.
Her run down of Milliways' specifics is tidily organized into sections and subsections, with a beginning overview of the premise of the place. The bar is a multidimensional hub that exists at the end of a universe, time is (usually) paused in a person's universe while they visit (see the time weirdness section for more specifics) and someone can meet all kinds of interesting people there safely. Here are the typical rules of the bar - generally, no attempted violence, mind control, stealing, or general anti-social behaviors in the main bar area. If someone attempts it, security will handle it, and security will always be staffed with someone that can handle whoever is causing the trouble. Similarly, there is a medical bay that will be staffed with someone that can handle whatever injuries are present, regardless of how strange and alien the injured person is. Bar is a person, and can provide all nonmagical food and drink available in the multiverse for a reasonable price in any currency (see the notes on currency exchange and when it is exploitable; in short, Bar tries to keep exploiting currency and item exchange to a minimum, barring unusual circumstances where Bar helps someone out that needs it) and can sell any nonmagical item, including foreign technology. (And here is a link to a list of what Callida has as worth looking into on that front.)
Would he like to read a specific subsection?
"Thank you."
The medbay and security sections outline what's needed to fulfill the requirements to work there, what sorts of things the staff will be expected to deal with (she lists examples, but in short, expect it to get weird) and the typical equipment involved in both sets of jobs. Both change according to the needs of the staff and the patrons, but there are a few staples. The med bay will usually have at least one bed for patients, typically have more, and whatever equipment the medical staff on hand needs to complete their job, if they need any at all. Things will quietly change to suit the ever changing requirements when no one is looking, and this is possibly one of the reasons why napping is allowed, the other being that it's kind of hard to outline requirements for staff when some of their healing abilities will invoke napping in the healer. Essentially, people will be given jobs that they can and are willing to do, and while it's not always actively fun, the job is quite fair.
The section on security is a bit more complete, with a chart outlying what sorts of misbehavior will earn what sorts of time spent in what can effectively be called 'time out.' Time out is sometimes subjective for the person put into time out, with them being gone for no time at all to everyone else in the main bar, but not by any means always. It will vary based on the requirements of the patrons and the situation. Here's a list of what security is and is not supposed to do, and general professional conduct they're to take. Security is not supposed to damage patrons if it can be helped, but allowances are made for different types of situations and security's authorized to eject patrons from Milliways entirely if they misbehave too badly, though this rarely happens. Here is an outline of a number of examples of people that work in security, from the sensible (Callida herself) to the more esoteric (a basket of creatures called 'poofs') but whoever is working in security will be able to handle the situation they are given, and always win in a direct confrontation anyone in the bar might start.
She snorts.
"When you tend to get visitors to the library, it involves a lot of organization of the library itself, and helping visitors find whatever they're looking for. Putting things back where they belong when people disturb them, keeping the archives tidy, seeing to the overall quality of the library itself, acquiring more information in categories that are actually useful. Being a librarian of a set of archives that no one disturbs is like that, but without feeling like you're fighting a losing battle against the chaos that is ordinary people wandering in and messing with your things. Information collection, classification, and organization. Figuring out where the information holes are, where things can be found to patch them, then going and getting them, and comparing them with multiple sources to get a more complete overview of the subject. That sort of thing."
"Administration, mostly. Making sure the right people are doing the right jobs, keeping an eye on how everyone's doing, and if they're treating those they're in charge of correctly. I don't tend to interfere much in the hiring or general management of staff, Imperials have too much reason to not want to be anywhere near a Sith Lord, but I can meddle from afar a bit. Quietly move people if they'd be happier somewhere else, see to it that everyone has what they need to do their job, that sort of thing."
"Maybe you could manage it if the door's in an out of the way location and you can contact your sister through the Force, and you put in an hour of doorstopping every subjective day or something, but. Yeah uh. Probably just bring her a nice multiverse gift from Bar or something and leave it at that."
She nods.
She considers the chrono.
"I should be all right to contact Occlus. Give me a minute, please."
Callida shifts to sit in a more meditative position, then closes her eyes and reaches out.
Does Occlus seem like she's in the middle of a Dark Council meeting? It might have gone on longer then usual, for some reason.
I think you should reconsider in favor of discreetly coming by my ship. As of about an hour ago, I've learned that multiple universes with different rules exist, via a multidimensional hub in the shape of a bar that decided to borrow the door to my cargo hold. It pauses time in the universe outside of the bar when the door is closed. I think you'll want to see it. I am very sure it is not some weird Force phenomenon, and that nothing is messing with my mind. Though if you disagree, I think you'll want to investigate anyway so you can figure out how the hell it managed to trick me, and maybe save yourself the trouble of replacing me.
If he does I expect him to listen to 'Go away and talk to my apprentice instead,' but I also expect you could flatten him in a direct confrontation.
(Sorry, Luke. She's just being honest.)
... Though avoid doing that in the interdimensional bar itself, there's a security force present that has no jurisdiction outside of the bar.
Yes, she knows, at least she's not crushing on some rival Sith Lord, at least? Or a Jedi that's an idiot. She could be crushing on a Jedi that's an idiot. This could be so much worse, really!
"This is Luke Skywalker," she provides to Occlus, along with the datapad on Milliways. "From approximately three thousand years in the future. He's already given me a datacard on advanced technology, I have Gelrath looking over some of the medical advances right now."
Callida does not wince, but that is really only because she's a Sith Lord's composure.
"You could acquire historical records of the interim from Bar, if you'd like specifics" wheedles Callida, "along with anything else there's been any kind of public record of. I haven't asked after Jedi archives but I suspect much of Ossus's library counted as public. Sith archives are likely to be trickier."
"She's usually a bit intense, but no, she was, ah. Playing it up a bit, there. Trying to get a good idea of you by personally testing you, in a way. I - should have realized she would, I apologize."
Because it was almost certainly on account of Callida liking him. She hasn't had Occlus stress test people because she likes them, she didn't know to expect it. But then, she hasn't really been in the habit of letting herself feel things about people in that direction. So.
She has the urge to snap at him that interrogating her isn't the way to find out, but she clamps down on that urge, shuts her eyes and takes a deep breath.
That is not fair, of course he wants to know more about the situation, a Sith Lord is acting strangely around him and her apprentice is - technically keeping important information on the subject from him. Just. Also that information is that she's attracted to him.
"... How about we go inside," she motions to Milliways, "and sit down? I don't know about you, but I'm a bit sick of being a doorstop."
"Yes." She is very composed, but also not looking at him, in favor of inspecting the stitching on the hem of her sleeve. There is a slight imperfection in the machine sewn stitching. Not enough to put the sleeve in danger of unraveling, but enough to draw the eye. "So that is the predominant reason Occlus is inclined to - to test you."
"And you're very efficient and you're thoughtful and kind and good at putting people where they can do the most good and when you learned I was from the future your first thought was for medical advances and I guess what I'm trying to say is I kind of like you too."
She's not precisely sure what to do, which is a bit of an exercise in anxiety, but she strongly suspects snuggling is not supposed to come with specific tasks to add to her to-do list.
... Granted, she is going to get bored very quickly like this, but it's nice not having to do things. For a little while.
"I wonder if Bar has brochures on sights to see in Milliways," she muses, out loud.