New York City, Earth
Kar had seen the holos and stills of the old city through the years. It had changed starkly since the war two years prior. Many towers were covered in scaffolding, still in the midst of rebuilding. A chilled wind blew through the street, nipping at her cheeks and nose, adjusting her scarf.
A sigh finally leaving Quinn’s lips, she tucked the offending piece of silver jewelery in her back pocket carefully. She’d have to find somewhere secluded to poke and prod at the thing with and without magic later on—alternate universe of not, the Fae council would have her hide if she just decided to flash freeze an artifact in an effort to reactivate its magic once more.
She had enough issues with the Council riding her ass without breaking their laws.
"Most people are, aren’t they?" She answered the question sarcastically, shaking her head and reminding herself that being a bitch wouldn’t help her in this case. "Yeah, I’m from Earth. And I honestly wish ‘Council Space’ and ‘Terminus Systems’ meant something to me, but I have no idea what either of those are.”
"Most, but many have expanded to colonies across the Milky Way in the last three decades in the wake of finding those Prothean ruins on Mars…" Here she was, not from this galaxy, and reciting Earth’s history like she lived there. In truth she had only been there twice—she fought in the streets of London almost two years ago— and again to attend a memorial service for the fallen.
"Of course I can’t talk." Kar shrugged. "Kar Alor’ade— Ambassador, Mandalore, and Extragalactic expatriate."
Transport speeder. Sounded like a car. With her luck, though, it would be a goddamn flying car. People were not meant to fly. No thank you. The other woman’s continued explanation stuck about as well as the rest of it had, the only word that didn’t immediately fall out of her immediate interest being galactic.
Definitely out of her comfort zone. Scowling suddenly, she glared down at the amulet held in her hand as though it were sentient and could understand that god damn it she wanted to go home she needed to get paid. “What—Oh. O’Connor. My name’s O’Connor. Yeah I’m fine. Just—you know, more lost than I originally thought.”
Her sight was set on the other for a few seconds, sensing no deception or even any trauma—but much confusion and frustration in the Force. No, the other woman was simply lost, with no concussion so to speak. However her treatment of the item in her hand she couldn’t help to think was not unlike a Sith artifact, though lacking any Dark side presence.
"You must be from Earth. Is that correct, Miss O’Connor?" She mused, aware many of people born there still hadn’t seen the galaxy beyond, although many were forced off due to the Reaper attack. Perhaps she had survived through planetside…?
"Well, you’re far from Council Space. Welcome to the Terminus Systems."
[Maybe breaking tradition? Perhaps in the Empire it was generally an all-male thing?]
((That might work since from what I gather the Dune-verse is fairly patriarchal so having a female power structure with influence and presence on every planet in the Imperium would be a fairly reasonable attempt at reversing that. And it would also prolly mean that even women who didn’t become Fish-Speakers would gain more opportunities especially in traditionally male dominated fields. Which would promote some aspects of the Golden Path such as a greater variety of people working on making space travel without the need for Navigators possible. And there would be some precedent for that seeing as the method used in the Dune verse for jumping/ folding space was developed canonically by Norma Cenva … who’s lover then took credit for it.
Yeah I think that works. Thank you friend!
[[‘Cause that’s what I got—- save for the Bene Gesserit, the rest of the galaxy was patriarchal/male-dominated,even the Fremen, though in the films they kinda made them a little less so (which I liked). Given Leto was surrounded by strong women— his grandmother, his aunt to some extent, his sister,and of course, Irulan, it would be logical to reconsider a position of females—especially if he’s trying to be an innovative leader. Then again, that’s my take…]]
Mandalorian Enclave on Illium. Approximately fifty percent of that sentence was complete gibberish to Quinn, but she nodded as though it made perfect sense. She wished she could say this was the first time a magical artifact had sent her somewhere out of her comfort zone, but…well, she’d never been terribly good at lying, even to herself.
"That’s…uh." Shit. Note to Quinn: next time sent to some alternate universe magically, stay put and don’t interact with the locals. "…what the hell is a speeder hub?”
Manda bless her patience. “…It’s an area were you can hire a transport speeder to take you to wherever you need to get to.”
She paused and added, “And the Extranet hub gets you access to the galactic network, useful for a lost and confused being such as yourself.” Frowning, she realized the implications of what could cause disorientation.
"Are you feeling well…Miss…?"