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[ In typical Ahsoka fashion, Ahsoka's done her best to look professional for the ~~holovid~~ video, and sits intently up straight, and smiles. ]

Hello! I don't think I've introduced myself to everyone yet, but I'm Ahsoka Tano. It's nice to meet all of you. Everyone I've met so far has been incredibly kind, and I hope everyone who I've yet to meet is as well.

I'm still not sure yet what I'm going to do about this farming business, it's...it's not usually my best skill, but! I can offer something else instead, which would be guided meditation sessions. This place has a lot of serene, quiet spots that would be perfect for beginners, and I think we all could benefit from quieting our minds a little. Especially if you're here on vacation.

They're free, I'm not accepting payment, just, uh. Maybe a few friends, or some advice on how to grow some of these weird vegetables you have here.

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[ True enough, Ahsoka's outside on the many paths leading around the towns and to the forests, yet not quite in there yet. She wants to start a hike, maybe go exploring, but didn't think it was wise just yet, not without a group. Still, the parts she does find that are quiet are easily her favorite, like down by ponds or near the ocean. In fact, the pier has to be her favorite so far. Hanging her legs off of the side, and facing the sky while lying down? It made her think of the galaxy, and how small she really was inside it. And sometimes, her mind drifted towards the time skips, the time lines, and the other ~~fuckery~~ unexplained events so far that had led everyone here. She wanted to investigate it, but didn't know where to start. So maybe catch her in deep thought about that, or meditation as well. Making sense of this place has been kind of number one on her to do list so far. ]

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Ahsoka doesn't feel it behind her, not yet, she's still facing the sky with her eyes closed, gently sighing about what her guided meditations later would be like, where and how she'd lead them, who would be there.

And then she feels it. Not in the Force, but in general; someone's watching her. It's only a quick moment, but, it's Starhue. There had been nearly nothing threatening about this place so far, so she simply turns to look.

Oh.

Oh!!

"Master Plo Koon?" It's genuine surprise, to be completely honest. Maybe they were showing up one by one after her? Or was he here longer? She didn't know. But he was here now. She tries not to look too excited by the prospect, and stands to approach with a small smile.

"I didn't expect to see you here." Nope, no idea. Not entirely, yet.

It is only when she sits upright that he sees it and it is fortunate in that moment that his eyes are hidden: a string of beads at the side of her head, swaying slightly in the sun. As though it, too, were the most ordinary thing in the world. As though it had never left. The world feels almost unreal, like one more of those strange vivid experiences in the life of a Force-sensitive that sometimes has clear meaning and other times does not.

Almost.

Plo finds his voice, though it sounds distant in his ears. "Nor I you."

It is true. It is also perhaps the most profound understatement he has ever uttered in his life.

"How long...have you been here?"

Snips is oblivious to most of the spectrum of feelings that travel across his face, as she nods in welcome. She'd stopped short of hugging him---it's been a while for her, at least here.

"A little while. Maybe a little less than a month." She's lost count of the days.

She peeks down at his fishing gear. Ah, fate. How nice sometimes that it played in their favor. Stepping out of his way in an effort not to keep him from what he'd planned to do originally, Ahsoka still has her smile on, wide.

"There are a few others here from our galaxy, but...it's a bit difficult to explain."

It is only when she glances down at the gear in his hand and scoots out of the way that he remembers why he walked down here in the first place, though it seems terribly unimportant now. And yet of course that isn't quite true - aside from the fact that even Jedi who are feeling decidedly shaken still need to eat eventually, the part where his dwindling supplies happened to send him here, now, today, is not lost on Plo either.

Still, he is going to need a moment. Or several.

And so he breathes in, steadying, and says "How so?"

He steps forward at his usual unhurried pace as he does, half kneeling to lay the items flat next to one of the wooden support columns that rises from the pier, where they will be out of the way: the rod, the little latched box full of hooks and other such things, and an insulated bag folded beneath the rest.

"They're....they're from different points in time. I don't understand how or why, but..." Let her just...figure out how to word this.

A beat passes.

"Master Skywalker---speaking relatively, both I and Padme only just returned from our negotiations with the Banking Clan, regarding the order of several hundred thousand more clones. Master Skywalker, here, he's...from much farther after." She can't really articulate from when or where, she isn't entirely sure yet. He hasn't told her. But she looks really, really solemn about it.

Following along diligently, Ahsoka does her very best to look as calm as possible. Saying it out loud sort of put it into perspective. 'Time is all messed up somehow. Also, Master Skywalker is all kinds of ripped to shreds. Also, the Force here is weird.' Ahsoka purses her lips, pushing the litany of thoughts to the side, and she motions vaguely in an offer to help.

His clawed hands slow as he listens, fingers drifting to a stop against the little box's lid, which he does not open. This all begins to make something like sense: he remembers hearing about that business surrounding the Senate's financial reform bill, at least, and the attack on the power grid. It is enough to find where she fits into the world as he knew it, and enough to confirm for him that...it is only a matter of time.

Ahsoka comes to the end of her solemn words and silently offers to help him with the task ahead, and for a moment looking up at her he is sorely tempted. A day, an hour, for everything to be as it had been between himself and the girl who'd been so very small when he'd taught her to control her breathing, pointed out this plant and that one in the Room of a Thousand Fountains, let her swing her tiny fists at him so that he could see what she was learning in her youngling classes. One day. One hour, and then he would tell her.

But Plo knows as soon as he thinks it that he will not wait that long. It wouldn't be right.

One hand reaches for the support column and he gets to his feet, feeling every one of his years. "Yes," he says then. "Yes, time and the Force have become strange. I have also come here from a place further ahead - though perhaps less so than Skywalker. The last I saw of him, he'd had no more injuries than you would remember. And the last I saw of you-"

One hour. Just one.

"There was a...falling-out. You and I have not spoken in some time. And I am more sorry than you know, little 'Soka. And I cannot look you in the eye and pretend otherwise."

She presses her lips into a line, and sighs. Ouch. Maybe it was a bigger deal than she initially thought. She left, and even Master Plo is still guilty about it. What the HECK happens in the future? It's anxiety inducing, she can't even begin to fathom. Nodding, she looks earnestly at him.

"I appreciate your honesty, Master." She does, truly.

"He told me about that too. Sort of. He's not himself." Understatement of the entire cycle, thanks.

She wouldn't press, not yet. She could feel that he was older---by a lot. At least he was here. She'd give him time, and a little space, before pressing on.

"Whatever happens, no matter what---" Wait. Was it foolish to try and pretend otherwise here? Was she going to say something she didn't truly know the weight of thanks to lack of experience?

No, she meant it.

"No matter what, It wouldn't be the Jedi way to hold it against you, or anyone else."

Yeah she has no clue what happens, Plo.

Plo's chest aches with something that is all at once equal parts tremendous pride and grief. No, she has no clue, and even if he could - even if he had the right to claim such a power for his own - there can be no changing anything now. Not in his past, nor in the future he will not see with mortal eyes.

(That last thing...that last thing, he will keep to himself.)

What he says instead, in the face of Ahsoka's words finally permitting himself the impulse to briefly reach for her shoulder, as he had done so many times before and might never do again, is this:

"There is much that I might say, but most of all I must say this. You will do the right thing, and go down the right path, whatever that proves to be. I believe that." And to have had that unshakeable certainty restored in full in a galaxy grown so very, very dark and full of horrors is not a thing he has ever taken lightly, whatever else he has had to carry since that day. It is more comfort than poor Master Unduli will ever know, if she still lives.

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