Gangwar

There's activity in the lab when there hasn't been for days. Lights are up, machinery active, and the inventor himself in the thick of it. This also means the music is going. Perhaps a bit on the loud side it also has Brainiac 5 himself singing along. Apparently he's feeling better today. The little robot does have a nice voice, but then when you can control your vocal cords you can sing well. He's not really paying attention to it though. Singing along, mostly working on a new design for.. something - in the thick spread of holo-images that coat the workshop level this morning. (What he really needs is a hair brush to sing into, but things aren't quite that bad.)

If anyone comes in the music will stop automatically, leaving him singing to himself until the Coluan notices..

“Mistress Leia! How can you do that with such a racket playing. Oh my! Put me down!”

That would be Threepio's cries of protest as Leia is deep within her Force exercises. Which look stupid, but there is a point to them! Upside down, the princess is in the midst of a handstand, eyes closed, braids flopped against the floor. While levitating the protocol droid whose arms are flapping noisily.

And look what the cat dragged in. Master Obi-Wan Kenobi strolls into the lab casually, making a beeline for the tea service as usual, helping himself to his favorite drink, stirring a splash of cream into it, a lump of sugar, and he carefully senses Leia's deep involvement with the Force, choosing not to interrupt her, smiling at Threepio's protests. He knows he shouldn't be amused by them, but he is. As the music suddenly lowers in volume, he listens to Brainiac's continued singing long enough to catch the basic tune and then supplies a quiet harmony for a few bars until someone notices.

Brainy eventually notices, but it's a round about manner. The boy doesn't forget, see, even when unconscious, so while he doesn't notice the music turn off immediately he does eventually trail off. Uh, oops. Then he replays memory to see what he missed and there's a grin towards Obi-Wan. Clearly he's feeling better. “You do have a pleasant singing voice, Master Kenobi.” Said from amid all those transparent images. “Good morning by the way.” Actually he didn't even notice Leia come in and start working. Oops. “You've been out all night… are you alright?” Yep, the security tells the Coluan a great deal about what goes on here. “Did you talk with Master Anakin help?” He's so very much hoping.

There is a new widget in the lab. Near the tea service is a pretty blue stone over some hover device. About the wise of a quarter - the whole setup is for display. Only mentioned it because Kenobi got tea. There's nothing extraordinary about the stone. It's.. pretty.

“Mistress Leia, I must protest at such handling! I am not programmed for such things! Oh dear!”

Paying no heed to Threepio's loud protestations, Leia continues raising the droid in the air. There's a reason she chose him as her subject. If she can drown out and ignore his chirruping, she can tune out anything. Right? It's a valid test at the very least. « Good morning Master Kenobi. Welcome back. » Deep in her exercise, she's very well aware of the incoming presence of Kenobi, the existing presence of Brainiac, and heck, any other life forms in the building.

Obi-Wan Kenobi had noticed the pretty stone, but he's unsure of its function other than 'neat!', so he doesn't remark upon it just yet. “Thank you, Brainiac 5,” he replies to the compliment on his singing voice. “The Dalgeshi seemed to like it better than Master Qui-Gon's when we had to negotiate with them. « You might want to put Threepio down before he breaks his vocal modulator, » the Jedi Master replies to his young apprentice. « On second thought… » Definitely amused. Aloud, he says, “The talk with Anakin helped immensely, actually, as I suspected it would. Although, he did have some distressing news about his reality that I wasn't too happy to hear. Whether it's mirrored in our reality,” he adds, gesturing to himself and Leia with the tea mug, “is unknown. As for my whereabouts last night, I was visiting with Rommie. Leia was there for awhile, but she wisely remembered to return to her studies.”

Having found Threepio annoying, Brainy has opted to ignore the droid in most regards. He got his languages and culture information, and then let it for Leia to float around. There's an amused look towards where Leia is practicing, but he doesn't disturb her. “I've never met a race who communicated through song. That would be interesting.” The living in a musical? Not so much. Mention that the talk went well and the Coluan brightens. “Wonderful.” Although the distressing news isn't all that great. “All things considered, I wouldn't put much into his history when compared to your own. Too many differences.” A shrug and he leaves that, moving through images towards the Jedi. Soon however those images disappear. Brainy perches on the edge of a chair to ask, “How is she doing? I found Rommie extremely paranoid and somewhat difficult to work with, but I'm not sure I would be much different in her situation. How have her repairs gone? I brought her supplies, then helped with her engines, but haven't heard from her since.”

« I heard that. » is Leia's wry reply to Kenobi. The protocol droid is slowly and gently set back onto his feet. “Oh thank the maker! Mistress Leia, how did you learn to ever do such a thing!” The droid sounds very glad to have his feet back on terra firma. “It's nothing to concern yourself with Threepio.”

“But Mistress Leia!”

“No buts, Threepio. I have a job for you, relay the layout of the gardens of Alderaan's palace, and the species of plants to Arfour for me please. And try not to irritate him too greatly.” Leia's request is firm with the droid as she comes out of the exercise and rights herself, straightening her burgundy tunic. Before Threepio can question further, Leia departs the room, heading for where Brainy and Kenobi are gathered.

“Actually, I'm hoping that the histories of our two realities in that regard are different, although I have no way to find out for sure,” Obi-Wan replies to Brainiac's remark, sipping his tea. His eyebrows rise in surprise at the description of Rommie. “Really?” he asks. “I found her quite pleasant to speak to. I have a feeling we should find her some kind of crew and soon, however. She spoke of how it is not wise for AIs such as herself to not have a crew on board, relating a story about how one of her sister ships had lost her crew and gone mad. Since I found her and encouraged her to come here to seek out repairs, I feel responsible for her in some regard, although I am concerned about the simple fact that she has but one primary function. She /is/ a warship.”

“I would too.” Hope that histories are different. Brainiac 5 doesn't know exactly what Kenobi is speaking of because he purposely hasn't listened in to that talk. If Kenobi wants to mention it, he will. There's a nod for Rommie. “I think it was reaction to what I am. She can be reasonably assured that she can stop you, a human, from destroying you. I stand a good chance of doing her considerable harm even as I sit here speaking to you.” He's very serious about that too. “I have done everything within my power to be polite, but she remained paranoid. Perhaps in time that will fade.” Doesn't sound too concerned over it beyond being a little sad. Trust takes time.

As for the crew, well, the Coluan sighs. “I can't involve myself in that We, Master Kenobi, and for that I am very sorry. You Jedi aren't the only one's who are dropping issues at my doorstep.” Yet there's still a smile. “I'm not at my limits yet, but I can see them. This is preventive maintenance, to put it a certain way. I must finish other promises before I undertake new ones. If Rommie is at no immediate risk, she'll have to find her own friends. I'm sorry.” And he really is too. Turning someone away isn't his idea of a good time.

Leia enters the room giving a greeting of, “Good morning,” before helping herself as well to a mug of tea. Mug in hand, she settles into a seat to drink and refresh herself. “With the varied population of this city, she shouldn't have too terrible a time in finding new crew members. She has quite a bit to offer.” Granted, some people may want payment in exchange as opposed to room and board for work.

“That was my thought as well. Another AI is riskier to interact with, and I'm given to understand that at least one other has tried in the past,” Obi-Wan responds, not offended in the slightest that Brainy has chosen his given position. “I was actually /not/ going to request your assistance in the matter of helping her to find a new crew, because you are doing more than plenty for myself and Leia here, and Anakin, and Force only knows who else. I will not have you overextending yourself, my young friend.” A faint whiff of 'stern' there as the Jedi Master eyeballs the Coluan pointedly. “However, since she did teach me what I need to know to pilot her, I can help her search other systems for what she needs. Still, if you hear references to…” and he rattles off the names of the crewmembers Rommie had told him, “just let me know at your convenience and I'll track down the lead. Arfour should have more information about her previous crew.” The handy astromech is receptive to uplinks from both Threepio and Brainy, although the protocol droid is going to find that the red-domed astromech talks more than Artoo. And worries more than Threepio himself.

The stern has the Coluan beaming back at Kenobi. He's left that subdued mannerisms elsewhere for today. “I certainly will.” If he hears of any of those names. “Good morning, Leia.” For the woman as she appears. Brainy watches her get a drink, but remains perched on the arm of that chair. “I did have a very interesting guest last night while you both were away. I hesitate to mention it, because I don't wish to spread false hope, but if her research is viable I may be able to learn the means to locate the coordinates of your realities. That's a project I'm afraid I am going to be taking on. We all have places we wish to return to.” Of course it won't pan out for Brainy, but he can sure hope! “That doesn't mean you should stop your plans and wait however. Like not making the Praxeum to wait for something that might not happen.” Said with a little smile.

It's difficult to say who is giving who more grief when it comes to Threepio and Arfour. There is of course a lot of chiding from the protocol droid for the astromech to watch his language, oh dear, Artoo never used such words! Impossible droid!

Too late Brainy, Leia perks up. “That's fantastic news!” If she can return, she'll find a way to continue her training.. and balance her duties to the Rebel Alliance. It'll be hard, but there's got to be a way to make it happen. Her spirits lift at the idea of seeing Luke again, but drop a little too at the prospect of saying goodbye to Kenobi, her parents, her new friends.

While Leia perks up, Obi-Wan does not. He regards the matter quite seriously, mug halfway to mouth. “Who was this guest, if I may ask?” he queries, choosing not to get his hopes up as he finally resumes his tea-drinking. He's not sure he wants to return to his original time, knowing the distinct likelihood that a dear friend will be dead, to give up the friends he's made here in such a short span. Then he glances at Leia and nods to himself. She has much that needs to be done. His role in her journey isn't all that vital.

Meanwhile, of course Artoo doesn't use such words, Kenobi's astromech has a far higher vocabulary. Not so many droid versions of human four-letter words. If Threepio's not careful, he's going to be out-ponced by a droid capable of serving the best drinks in the galaxy.

Brainy himself is not taking heart from it. Not after all the things he's tried and failed at during his time here. “Her name is Mallory. Interesting woman. She arrived here by accident, but it was an accident through breaching dimensions via hyperspace. She already has a very strong basis in how to distinguish one reality from another, which is exactly what I've been missing. My own focus, back where I came from, was something entirely different so I've been struggling to develop what for me is a whole new science. If she shares her research it could spare me years. We shall see how this goes.”

Leia nods her head, trying to not let her disappointment show too greatly. “Right,” she says before busying herself with a steadying sip of tea. Stupid to get her hopes up there even for a moment. She can only pray that she's been able to reach through to Luke via the Force.

“If anyone could invent a whole new science, Brainiac 5, it would be you,” Obi-Wan answers with a fond smile for the Coluan. His voice drips with sincerity and something of admiration, since this is waaaaay beyond what he could do. “I'm just sorry that my own researches are limited to trying to probe a portal with the Force and being able to say it's right or not. While some things within the Force can be quantified, we'd need one of the more scholarly Jedi to be able to do a much better job at such things.” Sipping at the tea, and once more making up a cup for their benefactor, he adds, “Still, even if this research does pan out, I have no intentions of abandoning the Praxeum or my work here. I think we're all agreed on the notion of us being here for a reason, and that reason has not revealed itself yet. Until I know more of the will of the Force, I'm content to stay here and help my friends and anyone else who needs the services of the Jedi. I could not abandon you, Brainiac 5, nor Leia here, or Rommie, or any of my other friends who need whatever support or guidance I can provide. However, my plans for the Praxeum have contingencies for what to do in case some of us manage to get back to our original places, because it's the Order itself that must continue, not one or two particular members of it.”

“You automatically dismiss what could be a tremendous help.” The Coluan disagrees of probing a portal with the Force. “And we may get to that yet. For now there are other things to try.” He finds himself a mug of tea and there's a grateful smile for it before Brainy drinks. “Contingencies are always a good idea.” Agreed there, “And thank you, Master Kenobi. I do truly appreciate what you've done for me in return.” Helping an aching heart feel not so alone means a lot to a teen who was feeling so very lost. “And those contingencies are why I set up that team for you. While the leadership may have responsibilities that take them away, the infrastructure itself will continue on. They'll be wanting to talk to you about how you want to go about that. Who you feel should be in the chain of command, and how much access they have to resources. ..Actually I'm excited to see this happen. I hope you don't mind if I invade on occasion and poke around.” A grin for that. Thinking ahead of hopefully better days.

“Master, speaking of the Praxeum. I have been thinking of reaching out to Nox and his companion once more. To see if perhaps they may have a change of heart and mind on the Jedi order. I want to think that they would, but my diplomatic side tells me the cause may be lost.” Leia learned quickly to discern who could be swayed and who could not be. Nox definitely set off her Jerk Alert sensors. A smile is flashed towards Brainy, “We could never refuse your presence there. However, you may find yourself teaching if you are not careful.”

“Why would I mind if you visit?” Obi-Wan queries with genuine confusion in his voice, dismissing that as a matter of course. “All of you have done so much for me since I arrived, far more than I think any of you truly realize. We're all connected now in some fashion or other, through these chains of service, chains that do not drag us down but help lift is up in our times of need. Or, as some crude person in a pub near the spaceport said as I was passing by, 'What goes around, comes around.' Although what came around next for him was a right hook from his now ex-girlfriend.” His mustache twitches in time with amusement at having witnessed the rather public display of relationship drama. Then he glances toward Leia. “I would like to meet this Nox and his companion as well,” he says. “If they wish to join us, they would be welcome, provided they are willing to actually be a part of the Order. I sense you'd rather give him a right hook of his own, my young apprentice.” There is no disapproval in Kenobi's voice, merely an observation.

There's laughter for both teaching and confusion. “I am a lousy teacher.” Brainiac 5 warns Leia, but that smile is soon turned on Obi-Wan. “That was more said in teasing than anything else. I will be a most energetic supporter of your new school, and will want to turn over all rocks to see how things are going. That's all.” Namely? Making an annoyance of himself. Now, since Brainy has no idea who Nox is, he quiets and listens. There's a grin bot the goes around comes around, but he waits for Kenobi to comment to Leia before he asks, “Who are these two you are talking about? This is the first I've heard of them. This isn't tied into that bounty hunter, is it?” Now that he's heard of.

Leia can't help the laugh that bubbles to the surface as Kenobi gives the account of the ex-couple. That's funny to her, given how she has knocked down a few would be suitors herself. Verbally and physically. Ahem. “Ah, well, yes. He was more interested in thinking with with his hormones rather than his actual brain. I had a difficult time taking him seriously with his weak and overbearing overtures. Honestly, he made Han look subtle. And I never thought that could happen. So I do have my doubts about these two, but if we could get them on board and willing to relearn their Jedi roots, we could use their numbers.” A smile is made towards Brainy. “No. As far as I am aware, they are unaffiliated with Fett. While I was training outside the hangar, a Jedi named Nox proceeded to ah, comment on my form.” And not her lightsaber forms. There's a slight bristle at the recollection. “I have a feeling he and his companion have turned rogue, much like Mr. Rahol. Nox spoke of his companion, whom I have yet to meet.”

The notion of Han Solo and subtle do not belong in the same sentence in Obi-Wan's reckoning. But he's busy listening to the recounting of the meeting, pursing his lips thoughtfully as he considers the tale. “That sort of behavior would certainly /not/ be welcome in the Praxeum,” he finally says a bit disapprovingly. That a Jedi would be so… crass… sort of gets right up his nose. “I would like to be present if you run across him again, Leia, so if you do, summon me and/or your father.” He raises a hand and is quick to add, “It's not to be overly protective of you. I think we'll both want to get a sense of what this Nox character wants and whether or not he and his… companion… are suitable candidates to join us.”

Brainy makes a face over this, mostly over his mug as he takes a drink. “I'm not sure I can process that concept.” Less subtle than Solo? Uh.. As much as he likes Han he can't say he's all that far from Kenobi in his opinion. And yet, as always, he opts to look on the brighter side of things. “Perhaps what they need is the Order.” The robot suggests, lowering mug to lap. “If one is left to scrounging for a living it tends to lead to adopting a poorer style of behavior. Maybe all they need is a better rolemodel?” There's a shrug and he soon puts on that smile, “Or he could simply be a low life, but really.. how will you know if you don't give someone the chance?”

Leia can't help but snort/sputter a little at the notion of calling in her father. It just harkens back to childhood taunts of 'I'm telling on you!' However, she does laugh at the concept of summoning two of the most imposing and powerful Jedi figures to the meeting. “Of course Master. I know what he /wants/, but he's not getting it. Unless he's been met with a swift neutering operation, Nox may not be suitable. I would not be surprised to discover he had been kicked out of the Order in his time and dimension.” She nods to Brainy, “That's precisely where my thought processes were going. I have of course been in enough negotiations to know it's a waste of energy and time. I do want to have another chat with him though. The first meeting, we did not get off on the right foot.” Mainly because Nox would not consistently meet her eyes.

“They will be given a fair chance to make an informed decision about joining us,” Kenobi replies reassuringly to Brainy. “And while this new Praxeum will have more flexible standards than the Jedi Order I came from, there will still be /some/ attempt at proper decorum, and /that/, my friends is most assuredly not it.” He considers the notion for a few more moments. “We shall see what happens upon the next meeting and leave it at that.”

Assured, he nods and takes another sip of tea. It's really nice tea. “How many other Force users are you all seeking to contact once this begins? Or is this something you would rather I not know?” No problem at all in his not knowing. Brainy is merely curious. Says nothing of being proper. He really has to agree on that. And speaking of new people he is reminded, “I must mention that there could be some new people here from time to time. I have made contact with a ship captain and they may run freight for me. I only warn they were badly treated in their reality, and while you two would never even consider their appearances an issue, they will be wary of humans. None of them will be living here, merely invading on occasion. The ship is the Crimson Rose.. We seem to be encountering a goodly many ships lately.” Noted with amusement to Kenobi.

Leia nods to Kenobi. “No arguments from me on that. We have too much to do than waste time beating a dead tauntaun.” She looks to Brainy and thinks, “I have only met three other Force users outside of our group since coming here. None of them may be interested.” Particularly Tierce, he seemed too deep within the Phoenix Guard. “So I am not sure how many Force users we may gather. Perhaps as many as we can handle and as many who want to join.” She doesn't EVEN joke about however many kids she and Han may have. She is NOT ready to even think that far ahead.

“I thought it might be wise to simply seek out the ones here in the City to begin with,” Obi-Wan replies almost placidly. “Between myself, Anakin, and hopefully Master Pliktu, we can track down the ones we don't know of yet and put the question to them.” He muses silently for a moment and then adds, “Do you think it would be wise or not to involve the local government. I am unfamiliar with their policy on… vigilantes. Given what happened with the Jedi being too closely tied to the Republic government, I'm hesitant about seeking any sort of official sanction like the Phoenix Guard has, but I would rather not run afoul of the local bureaucracy if at all possible.” He smirks at Leia rather sardonically, because his mind /did/ go there. Then he nods to Brainiac's earlier statement. “We're simply houseguests, and this is your house, Brainiac 5. If it becomes troublesome to you, I can ask Rommie if we could stay with her from time to time. I gather that she's a lonely creature and likes having some living company.”

The city guard? “Now that is an excellent idea.” Not something he's going to do, that contact, but that's another thing the Jedi need to tend to. Especially important in that there will be so few of you. Only three others? “Not necessarily involved in government, but working with the authority here will do you good. You may even be able to gain permissions to allow you to be the guardians you wish to be.” Certainly no promises there. Brainiac 5 doesn't have government ties.

As for being guests here he lifts a hand and motions that this isn't what he meant. “You are no trouble. Please be assured of that. I built this place to house the dozens of people I'm used to having around in my own reality. Since none of them are here.. why not let the rooms be used? I'm not saying there will be a huge influx of people. Just that if the Crimson Rose comes by for work there could be new faces wandering around now and again.” He smiles as he says this and it's very true. Brainy LIKES that people are here. “But I can't deny Rommie's need either. If you wish to go, don't feel you have to remain for me.” He'll sure miss everyone though.

“I can always ask Captain Solo too if we can stay aboard the Falcon,” Leia points out to Kenobi. Although staying on Rommie's ship has merit. She is quite fond of the gardens. “If the bureaucracy is a concern, we can always appoint a consular position to mediate between the Jedi and the local government. I do agree that stepping on toes is not a good idea.” A fond smile is made towards Brainy. Until the Praxeum is built, she's going to divide her time between here and the Falcon. Note, she's not volunteering herself for the consular position. As much as she'd like to, she's coming to terms with her new position as a padawan learner. It's a tough pill to swallow, but she's slowly dealing.

“You have needs too,” Obi-Wan reminds the young Coluan. “Rommie is aware that while we, that is to say I, would be able to visit, that it would not be a permanent solution. And even once the Praxeum is built, I have no intentions of suddenly never coming back here to visit. However, I'll admit to being slightly uncomfortable. So many directions in which to turn, friends and colleagues who need help in each of them. My priority is the Order, it has to be. It's a hard lesson to learn that one cannot help everybody one comes across.” And he doesn't much like that, considering how selfless he typically is. Then he looks to Leia thoughtfully. “That might actually be a good thing for Padme to consider, the consular position. She is friendly to the Jedi as we know our Order to be, and I think she would want to have a voice in government in some respect… she's been in politics since she was a child, after all. Being the elected queen of an entire planet by age 13 is no mean feat.”

Saying nothing more of staying other places, Brainy is reassured by Kenobi. He will always tell people it's okay, but he doesn't actually want to be alone. As Kenobi goes on the young Coluan smiles again. It's a rueful expression. “I understand very well.” Being pulled in various directions. “And I think you have chosen well. It's never easy to tell your friends that you can't help them with all their troubles.” Like he had to do today. Understanding indeed. “Padme is an excellent idea.” If that one wants anyway. “Though I do think Leia should be considered as well.” He lifts that hand again, hoping to get a moment to finish. “After she's completed her training.” It has him smiling again. “Leia has experience in government, in diplomacy, and after her training she will be well suited for being the Jedi's ambassador. Of course I'm talking years from now.” Shrugs a little, knowing it's not his place to do more than make suggestions.

“I was thinking of her, if she would be willing to take on the role,” Leia admits, trying to not sound as if she would like to step up to the plate. This time here has been incredibly hard on her. Being in the role of the student and not being in charge, it's rough. “I know what she did and it was not easy. I may not have been as young as she when I went into politics,” she reminds Kenobi with a faint smile. One that turns to gratitude for Brainy, “Thank you and yes, it will be some time before I am ready to speak on behalf of the Jedi.”

Obi-Wan Kenobi noticed that rueful look on Brainy's face and returns a knowing one of his own. “No one /should/ help everyone around them with /all/ of their troubles,” he ventures after a moment of thought. “Part of what makes us who we are is overcoming challenges on our own just as much as knowing when to rely on others for assistance. It's far better to earn an achievement than it is for it to simply be handed out on a platter.” He then points out, “I had actually considered both of them, because of their similar backgrounds and training, but Leia here already has a primary task. Padme does not, and that sort of political arena is one she thrives on, even moreso than the notion of her teaching political science to whatever students we may acquire in the future. That is, of course, unless she has a different option in mind. She may very well have. Much like her daughter, Padme always did like to make her own plans for herself and not let anyone tell her what to do.” It's a fond recollection the Jedi Master makes.

Brainiac 5 lifts his hands in smiling defeat, one holding that mug. “I have to learn to nudge then let you all go.” Amused over this, feeling like some strange kind of parent. “Sorry.” Since he doesn't know what Padme will do, there's little he can say about that. Hands lower and he drops them to his lap where he idly turns the mug around in his hands. “I've purposely stayed out of politics and will remain out of it. Said only because that means I have to apologize and admits I don't have any information on it. Although I have no doubt you will find your way.” And do well at it. With so many diplomats in the group? How couldn't you all do well?

Leia smirks at Kenobi over the rim of her cup as she takes a drink. “I suppose I get my headstrong nature from both my parents.” If you think she's a terror as an adult, one should have seen her as a child. As far as too many diplomats go? Ever heard the phrase too many cooks in the kitchen? There you go. “We will have everything worked out in good order. Plans of this nature are never finalized in short order. I do honestly agree that Padme may be the better choice in this if she consents. She appears to be keeping a better grip on her emotions than I have been able to.” No, that did not hurt her to admit that.

“I have little love for politics myself,” Obi-Wan admits to Brainy and Leia. “In my experience, most politicians tended to not really care about the people they served. Your mother and foster father, Leia, are two prime exceptions to that general rule.” And he merely gives his apprentice a lopsided smirk at her final comment. “She had to,” is all he says on the matter. “There are many reasons for that, but her tenure as queen led to a rather remarkable achievement at maintaining a facade of calm even when Qui-Gon and I sensed she'd rather say something. I've always wondered if it was because she so firmly believed in her people and loved them so much to fight for them.”

“I have to agree.” With Obi-Wan about politicians and politics in general. There's a good reason Brainy remains distanced if he can at all help it. “That seems to be a family trait I've noticed.” Said with a little smile, which he soon hides behind mug. Believing and loving so much you fight with all your heart. Sadly, even if you happen to be fighting for the wrong side, if in Anakin's (Vader) case. “Do you have any idea where you are going to place Praxeum?” A bit of subject change there.

Leia's smile turns a bit sad as she thinks about the people back home she fought tooth and nail for. The cause that kept her going. “I can relate.” She honestly did do better with her temper in her home dimension. Who knows what will happen as she adjusts further to her role as a Jedi apprentice. She may decide to not return to politics in this world. She quietly takes another sip from her mug, choosing to listen.

“That's something Anakin and I discussed the other day,” Obi-Wan says as he refreshes his mug of tea. “He suggested somewhere near the spaceport, since many of our sorts… that is the ones who seem to be from higher-technology realities… tended to congregate there. I was actually intending on scouting the area to see if it would be suitable yesterday when Rommie contacted us and requested a visit.”

Brainy and and the Jedi are seated in chairs a little separate from the work bench. The work shop is currently idle, for all it's systems are active. Brainiac 5 was working before he got guests, but he clearly had no trouble dropping things for friends. The spaceport? Rubbing at his chin he considers this. “Considering the various ships you all have, I can see why. I don't see you finding trouble in looking for space.” More approval of choice than any chiding. “It would certainly make Leia's life easier.” She gets a grin, but his attention wanders a little as connections are made in his brain. Spaceport, docks, the airship and crew he met recently… White pupils shift as his attention slips to that floating stone. It doesn't last though, and he renews that smile at Leia. “Her Solo and all.”

Leia finishes her mug, she sends it floating off towards the sink. The levitation, she's getting better at that. See, she is an adept student, and is learning more control. “Who wants to make life easier? I think that is an overrated concept,” she says wryly to Brainiac.

Obi-Wan Kenobi keeps his trap shut on the notion of why Leia would prefer being near the spaceport. However, his thoughts are betrayed by a grin that he quickly tries to cover. And blue eyes have a tendency to twinkle. “Some easier life might be nice,” he finally points out as he lounges good and proper. “Some of us are getting old and aren't as fast as you young people anymore.”

Look what came in off the streets! No, not an encyclopedia salesman nor a thug looking for trouble but a stray inventor. Knowing that Brainy at least will know of his arrival he heads straight for the lab unless directions are given to detour him otherwise. A backpack is hanging from one shoulder over a black t-shirt that does nothing in the way of masking the presence of his reactor. Stark may have just woken up as his hair is even worse than usual, and he's not bothered to tie the laces of his sneakers. “Coffee?” He inquires which is a greeting of sorts. “Toast?” That is a question. He watches the mug float over to the sink with amusement then, “Please…as if you wouldn't be bouncing around like a human pinball if need be. Old…bah.”

A brief laugh at her claim. Sorry, not buying that one. “You who are practically joined at the hip any time you two are together are claiming this?” The grin that spreads is directed at Obi-Wan for the continued teasing. See? See? Brainy's right! He also has company, and there isn't a bit of surprise in seeing Tony. Delight, but not surprise. “Tony.” The smile is sunny indeed. “I had wondered by you didn't poke me today. It's good to see you.” Coffee? All he does is point to where a pot is nearly always going. “I'll have some toast brought down for you.” But this doesn't stop him from jumping to his feet and going over to get that coffee for his fellow inventor. Makes it just like Tony prefers. “You old folk need extra looking after.” Kenobi is offered more tea as he hands Tony a mug.

“You aren't /that/ old, Master Kenobi,” Leia says in a faintly chiding tone. Her head snaps around to Tony's arrival and she smiles at the man. “Long time no see, Mr. Stark. It's a pleasure to see you again.” Brainy's little comment is overlooked. Shush. Let us not speak of relationship, touchy feely things. Nevermind the chain and band that Han gave her is around her neck.

Obi-Wan Kenobi thanks Brainy for the new mug of tea gratefully. “A small snack wouldn't go amiss. I'm afraid I didn't have time for much of a breakfast before I left the Andromeda Ascendant this morning.” He eyes Tony's reactor briefly, but since no one's freaking out about it, he says nothing. And his smirk Leia-wards gets wider when Brainy adds to the pile of princess-teasing. “Good to see you again, Mr. Stark,” he says politely.

“He's old,” is offered to those gathered though Tony's not even remotely serious as he thanks Brainy for the coffee and offer of toast as well. “Master Kenobi, Princess Leia. Nice to see you both again.” Standing next to Brainy the man rests a forearm atop the mans shoulder while happily sipping at his coffee and gesturing with the other hand. “I've brought you both a present; The old man and the Princess that is.” Dropping the arm from Brainy's shoulder the backpack slips off and he carries that to a nearby table to set down his coffee then open up the pack. He pulls out something heavily folded then starts spreading it open on the table. “I bet you were expecting presents. Sorry to disappoint though this is sort of a present actually.” Lifts the mug back up to sip away at the coffee and mentally chatters at the Coluan.

Breakfast? The order he had given to his little workforce gets amended to have more than toast. Not that Brainy seems to be doing anything about it. Being a twelfth level intellect has perks. “I'll have something brought down.” He assures Obi-Wan as he becomes a prop. Doesn't seem to mind that Tony is doing this. Claiming present however, he looks curiously at his friend and steps back to sink down into a seat. There's interest in what is being spread over the table, which proves to be a map. A rather large and well drawn on map. The layout of a tightly clustered urban area, sections done up in different colors. Brainy blinks at Tony in surprise for that chatter, then returns his attention to the map.

As Brainy helps spread a small gathering of his droids come in. They all fly, and spindly arms carry various trays and dishes. Of course there's some hesitation in them as they come to hover around you all because Tony and Brainy have taken over the table. After getting some advise from their creator the droids take their dishes and trays, offering them to people. Plate? Toast, snack? Bread rolls, crackers and cheese, even pastries. A light, sweet filled assortment.

Leia fires a look at Kenobi. No teasing from the bearded one, because she has a host of dirt on him, just by staying with Rommie alone. She rises from her seat, straightening her burgundy outfit as she does so. Approaching Tony and what he spreads out, she smiles to the man, “Mr. Stark, your presences is enough of a gift.”

An unwelcome droid comes in with the gathering, “Oh Mistress Leia! I know you said R2 was with Master Luke, but I must protest at working with Arfour, he is most difficult to work with!”

“Threepio? This is not a good time, go back to Arfour and help him as needed. No arguments, go,” Leia says, moving away from the group to usher Threepio back from the room. “Ah, hello, I am C-3P0, human cy–” “He knows who you are Threepio, now go.” Before the droid can say more, the princess pushes him from the room and shuts the door in his face.

“Presents are far better than getting shot at. I do not like /those/ kinds of presents,” Obi-Wan opines as he gets up to examine this map with avid curiosity, thanking Brainiac for his thoughtfulness as he acquires a plate and some toast and something called a donut to go along with his tea. “Threepio, if you want, I can tell Arfour to tone it down. He does listen to me.” Sometimes. He seems readily amused at Leia's handling of the protocol droid. “At least he hasn't spontaneously combusted because of my presence.”

The droids enter soon enough with their burden of goodies for which Tony summons one over with a command that only Brainy would be aware of and takes up some toast as well as a pastry then sends the little droid off to attend to the others. While the others present take a look at the map he quickly dispatches the toast, sips some of the coffee, then tosses a wicked grin toward Leia. “Threepio?” Someone forgot to mention this to him! Sure enough the protocol droid ambles in and Stark is certainly full of energy now. It's Threepio! He's so busy scanning over the droid that he's forgotten all about the map and the pastry entirely.

Leia! Why get rid of him? Then Tony remembers how Threepio can be and is thankful that the droid is made to leave the room. He'd merely interfere in the going over of …the map! Sheepishly he points out a particular street first with a fingertip. “Har, har Kenobi. Anyways…this is where my sensei is located. There's a bit of a gangwar percolating down there.” Shows off the various territories then gets to the area of the map where three points have been made to stand out with a very bright circle. No X marks the spot as it's not a treasure map. “Leonardo circled the known locations of Jabba the Hutt's bustling crime syndicate. It's apparently on the move and may have jumped to another location but it's at least a start for you all in way of keeping an eye out. I'm tempted to find him myself but for entirely different purposes obviously. Of all people to wind up here the Hutt plopped down and has been here for a very long time.”

The floating droids take up space along a wall, becoming a very strange breakfast buffet. None of them have personalities like the droids of the Jedi. Which means that any replies Threepio gets are along the lines of, “Excuse me..” moving through! “Busy!” And yes, Tony can easily control them. Brainy doesn't mind at all. A smile at Leia pushing Threepio out, but mostly he's reading things on that map, head tilted to better see the notes. Some areas have names. Other areas have multiple names where the originals were crossed out. One area? The one Tony said was his Sensei's has no name, but Jabba's? Yes, his name is there.

As Tony explains the Coluan looks to Kenobi. He's reminded of a past talk, but doesn't mention it. No, he says nothing and waits to see how this unfolds.

“We've gone easy on the explanations,” Leia says to Kenobi. Namely, telling him to shut up or switch off. It's hard enough explaining this city to another living being, but to a fussy, prissy protocol droid? Not pretty. Returning to the group, Tony now has her undivided. “Jabba! You found where he's at??” She looks from Stark to the map. “Leonardo's been assisting with this too?” She sounds amazed at the unasked for assistance on the matter. “Been here for awhile. Greaaat. I think you're also insulting people by referring to Jabba as one.” Wait, who put Tony up to this anyway?? She eyes him with a little suspicion, then includes Kenobi and Brainy in that look. “Alright, so when do we go and have a sit down with the Hutt?” She folds her arms across her chest, and looks stubbornly at Kenobi.

“Wait, back up… your sensei? Leonardo is your sensei, Mr. Stark?” Obi-Wan's smile becomes a touch fonder. “I owe your sensei a debt of gratitude,” the Jedi Master remarks casually. And doesn't bother to explain it. ”/We/ do not, Leia,” Obi-Wan then says firmly, but calmly. ”/I/ will go speak to him. I've successfully negotiated with him before. I will not have this turn into some kind of escalation to the existing gangwar, and if I can do anything to stop the one already ongoing, I will do so.”

“Why is this so amazing? Yes, Leonardo is my teacher though I've not had any time with him specifically but with others in the dojo. Slimy worm would be a better classification for a Hutt though.” Finding a seat to occupy Tony sits down alternating pastry consumption and speaking. “Up until last night I wasn't aware that you all knew him but he wanted me to give this map to help with your Hutt problem.” To Leia he looks to her as if she's crazy and has to agree with Obi-wan. “As it stands now the turtles are preparing to be attacked by a gang from this location.” Leans forward to point that out. “I am hoping to deter them with the aid of a friend of mine but this Jabba matter is something else entirely. How do you even negotiate with a Hutt? Aren't they prone to breaking their deals?” Glances towards Brainy stuffing a bit of pastry into his mouth. You missed a ninja house cat last night. It threw itty bitty stars at me and sorta mangled Raphael. OH! And there are possessed evil bears as well. Yay tall… Tony confers with Brainy though the Jedi will only see Stark extend his hand to the side to show a height of about three foot.

Feeling a touch out of place, Brainy sits and lets words flow over him. Until he's talked to anyway in that funky manner he and Tony can. Wait, what? Tony's hand motions and Brainy's features contort in confusion. His own hands lift to gesture and further that look. Ninja house cat.. are you sure you didn't get hit on the head? Are you quite sure you aren't hallucinating, Tony? If your friends are in so much danger is it alright that you are here? Brainy has been told some of the turtles, even met one, but he's been so busy he hasn't even attempted to pry. The Coluan doesn't offer his help though. He can't afford to get involved. “This map speaks of years.” Said quietly as he lifts a portion of the map that has multiple names. “Look at how some colors over lap.. this is a territory map. Are you sure you want involved in this history? Jabba's territory only grows according to this.” In fact it's the only one that seems to. The others have signs of expansion and loss.

Leia frowns at Kenobi, and she gets that stubborn look he should recognize all too well from her parents. This is the only sign of temper outwardly displayed. “You cannot go alone.” That's her idea of a compromise on the matter. Talk of Leonardo, sensei and Tony can wait a bit longer. This discussion of Jabba takes precedence. “If Father has had negotiations with Jabba in the past, have him accompany you. Another familiar face will hopefully help in the talks.” She is /not/ happy at the prospect of sitting this one out, worrying the entire time about Kenobi and Anakin too should he go along. “We should also arrange a backup team should the negotiations turn sour.” Namely, a rescue team. “We'll also need to scout the premises, to see how well it is fortified, what sort of protections he has in place, how many goons he has.” She's got enough information on the Hutts to know this is needed. “Since Han and I are the ones with the prices on our heads, perhaps we can play the communications team.” She'd rather have a more active part in this. She looks to Brainy and Tony, brows puckering at the gesturing back and forth. Oookay. Perhaps it's just as well that they not get involved. She doesn't want that anyway.

Obi-Wan Kenobi shows no surprise at the seemingly-odd gestures between Tony and Brainy, assuming they're having some backchat of which he and Leia have done themselves via their abilities in the Force. “I wasn't intending on going alone, merely avoiding taking the target of a bounty in there as if giving the great Hutt a present.” The Jedi Master chews on his donut contemplatively. He didn't speak a name of the person or persons who'd go with him to beard the Hutt in his den, because he hasn't decided yet. “How imminent is the attack on Leonardo and his brethren?” he then asks Tony. “Could Han and Leia assist them possibly without being in further danger from Jabba's people?” He's still a bit undecided about having Anakin come along on his talk with Jabba. Jabba likes having slaves. Anakin's juuuust a mite touchy on the subject.

Finishing the pastry Tony rises from his seat heading over towards the droid breakfast buffet intent on picking out a few things. Yes, I'm sure. I can not stay with them though I am easily contacted. I can be on their doorstep in a minute should something happen. After relaying that bit of conversation to Brainy the man returns to the table to overlook the map while eating. “Leonardo knows more about this than I do as he's lived it but he did make mention that the smaller gangs in the area are gradually being dealt with by the stronger forces in the area.” It's a right mess is what it is.

“I can take a look at the locations to see what sort of security Jabba may have in place though Leia is on the right track. I'll be in that area off an on till tensions subside so it would be no trouble.” Picking up his coffee mug Stark takes a single sip then adds, “The attack on Leonardo's location may occur at any time or not at all. There was a message sent to them last night and they are preparing to protect their people.”

This whole topic has him worried, but since he can't afford to get involved Brainy merely gives Tony a look of concern and lets it drop. Not his place to order the other inventor around. Please be careful? Asked of his friend. Ends up looking kind of small in his chair, letting that map go and purposely placing hands in lap. Looking uncomfortable he says nothing. It's not that he disapproves, but that he doesn't want to get further involved.

Leia continues frowning at Kenobi, but nods in agreement. Reluctantly so. When Kenobi offers up her assistance, she looks to Tony and Brainy. Oh thank the Gods and Heavens above, something proactive, please. Her fighting side has been getting twitchy with the idleness. “I'm sure we can work on disguises, if necessary. It wouldn't be the first time we've had to adopt fake personas for a mission. Not to mention I've a feeling Chewbacca will want in on this.” She then offers an apologetic smile to Tony, and she explains to him, “I'm sorry, we haven't seen you in awhile. Han and Chewbacca arrived with the Falcon.. and Anakin arrived as well.” She looks at Tony, frowning a bit however at the information about an attack on Leonardo and his group. She reaches a hand and places it on Brainy's shoulder, knowing he wants no part of this.

“And so did Padme…” Obi-Wan adds. “Anakin isn't the one I remember,” he points out before Tony goes completely spare at the notion of an Anakin Skywalker around. “And the Padme who is here is more in tune with our reality.” The Jedi Master gestures to himself and Leia for the other inventor's benefit. Now munching on toast, Kenobi continues reviewing the map with great interest, his mind absently plotting ways and means, just like he did in the old days oh, say, last month. “We've also been planning out, with Brainiac 5's assistance, a new Jedi Praxeum, a rebuilding of the old Order to help those Force-sensitives who keep appearing here and who might already be here that we simply haven't found yet.”

A glance is cast Brainy's way as coffee is slowly drained from a mug. I'll be alright. Tony won't promise something that he can't make good on but at least he can try to reassure his friend in some fashion though it's not very reassuring in the end. Bagel? It's offered towards Brainy then taken back if declined. Where have you been as it is? Still frustrated that I beat you in the game?

“How do you disguise a Wookie? Or he'd be hanging back obviously. You could Jedi Mindtrick your way through things. 'We are not the couple you are looking for. You want to give up your life of crime and become a Librarian.'” It might be better if he ate more and spoke less though this is not likely to happen. “Brainy's been keeping me up to date on what's going on over here. I'm rather hard to pin down and the lot of you really had no reason to look me up. Having said that though I'm dying to get on the Falcon.”

“Padme? Really? Oh that's got to be awkward. Honestly Brainy having to explain the situation with Anakin properly short circuited a few synapses. I ought to live over here for awhile because it's far more complicated and interesting than watching shows.” Turning serious at the mention of the Jedi Temple Tony presses his lips together in a thin line while casting glances between the others then down to his piece of toast. “Is there a way to find others who end up stranded here? Like Cerebro or something but for Jedi?”

Brainy lifts his head and smiles to Leia for her attempt at comfort. He grips her hand in return, but rises to his feet and quietly excuses himself. The bagel quietly declined. There's a smile for it though. He's distancing himself, but that doesn't at all mean you guys should stop. Does pause and look back at Tony, trying not to look a touch sheepish. Hardly. Upset about the game. I've been busy. Because that explains everything. Yep, busy. At his workbench he smiles to himself and doesn't explain it. Now stop being rude to the Jedi in having two conversations. Chiding and teasing his friend. When Tony asks about finding people who are stranded. “That wouldn't be too difficult if the Jedi can get me information on midichlorians. If they can scan blood samples I can scan regions.” Of that he sounds sure. “I think the question should be do they want that, Tony?” A smile at the Jedi and he starts puttering around with things.

“Yeah but the Praxeum may have to take a backseat to this,” Leia says gesturing to the map that she's now examining. “If Jabba's being a thorn in the side of our friends, I put that at a higher priority.” She smirks a bit at Tony, “I can't do the Jedi mindtrick, oh I've tried and it /nearly/ worked,” she says. “I've been focusing on other training.” She then blinks at Tony blankly, ”… Cere.. bro?” Does she even want to know? “As for my.. mother.. it is terribly awkward, but I am grateful for the opportunity to get to know her, as well as my father.” She taps a foot, looking around as the conversation seems to be shifting. “Can we go back to the topic of Jabba?”

Obi-Wan Kenobi frowns at the mention of midichlorians. “I'm beginning to wonder how accurate the use of midichlorians are,” he says as he polishes off his toast and hand-waves the errant plate back to the sink with any other dirty dishes that need to be guided over, keeping his tea mug firmly in hand. “They're a facet of /organic/ life. Theoretically, a machine lifeform such as Brainiac 5 here or Rommie or WindShear shouldn't even /have/ midichlorians, yet they are undoubtedly alive, versus droids such as Threepio and Arfour. The greater the midichlorian count, the more likely that being would be Force-Sensitive.” He glances over at Leia, “When your father was tested as a boy by Master Qui-Gon, his midichlorian count was off the scale, far higher than even Master Yoda, who had the highest one on record for centuries.” Sipping at his tea, he shrugs. “It may be one way to identify Force-Sensitives, but we mustn't overlook our synthetic friends.” He's not using synthetic as a slur, merely denoting origin. “As for Jabba, my impatient young apprentice, it is best not to provoke him unnecessarily. A Hutt's promise can be trusted in certain circumstances… generally if it involves something that benefits them. Our best option may be to simply present him with an alternative to allowing a gangwar that outweighs the benefits he'd reap from the gangwar.”

So used to having a million things going at once Tony's not concerned about holding two conversations at once. At least if he's keeping them seperate he won't confuse the lot of them by bleeding the whole thing into one long incredibly unbroken sentence that moves from topic to topic without a break. “Midichlorians? You had to go and mention that. Really it tries to give a mystical force some scientific explanation and that never goes well and also makes the power sounds less …awesome.”

“It's more than just Jabba being a thorn in everyone's side. He's causing trouble and a party to the other gangs that are costing lives down there. Bounty's aside, and Hutt's slimeyness as well, innocent people are in trouble and we just happen to have friends tangled up in it.” To Leia, “It was more of a joke than anything else, cinnabuns. If you're actually getting it to work more power to you! Would make a lot of situations easier to manage considering not many will be able to resist the imperative.”

Leaning back against his workbench, Brainiac 5 folds his arms across his chest and asks, “Then why does it need to be the only way?” There's a tilt of the blond head, and some laughter for Tony, but he doesn't let that stop him. He likes scientific explanations, thanks. “No, it's not always accurate, but it's accurate enough. Use it to pinpoint possible people and then go interview them yourself. Direct interaction has always been the best means, correct? Use it as a directional arrow and then choose as best your judgment gives you.” Seems easy to him, even though it won't be. Doesn't respond about synthetics, because he doesn't take offense and he's pretty sure they will always remain exempt. And no, he's not replying about Jabba.

“I am not impatient on this Master, but we have let this issue continue for far too long. We've known for weeks of his presence,” Leia says, keeping her tone even. Midichlorian count, okay, fine, interesting sidenote, but she's not derailed. “I do not wish to provoke him, nor appease him. I want him to back down in his provocations with our friends and his pursuit of myself and Han.” She realizes that's not asking for too much, and could damn near be impossible, but there has to be a way. The thought of opening a random portal on the Hutts has merit. She looks to Tony and nods in agreement to his words, although the cinnabuns comment has her quirking her brow at him. A noise of frustration is made, and she's suddenly getting the feeling she may be kept from the planning on purpose.

“It's one of the failings of a dogmatic approach to teaching,” Obi-Wan replies to Brainy. “Until I came here, I didn't even know properly alive machines were even possible. They don't exist /at all/ where we come from.” Again with the waving of the mug to indicate himself and Leia. Then the Jedi Master gives Tony a pained look. “I have no idea what else you know about where we come from, but that is how we tested for Force-Sensitivity, Mr. Stark. If there's another way to know aside from having a trained Force-user sense the ability in another, I am unaware of it. Whatever your personal preferences about these 2d movies or whatever you know, they are not the reality that I know.” In fact, he pulls the blood sampler from a pouch on his belt and uses it on his own thumb, the mug of tea suspended midair while he does so. This one is a little more advanced than Tony would have seen in Episode I, so when the Jedi is done, he holds up a fully-prepared slide, ready to scan, then takes hold of his tea mug again. “Here, this might help, Brainiac 5,” he offers the Coluan, even going so far as to float the sample over to where Brainy or one of his droids can take hold of it. Even as he does so, the cinnabuns remark causes him to arch a brow. “I sense your impatience, Leia. But running in with lightsabers ignited or a plan worthy of your paramour is not going to help any of us, especially our friends. And we /need/ a good plan.”

“Because it just does.” Tony insists of the Force being magical and no need for scientific encroachment though there will be because the silly particles do exist and it is a decent way to track down Force sensitive beings. “Could you imagine a Jedi Mouse Droid? It'd scoot about beeping at people, wandering in circles, and floating a lightsaber because it has no way to hold it. Oh! Nevermind, the sugar hasn't settled in just yet and I never make sense this early in the day.” Even though it's the afternoon it's morning to him.

“There are a great many machines that are alive where I come from and a great many hybrids as well.” For which Stark is most certainly amongst the latter. “It was just a thought, Kenobi. A friend of mine used to have a device that he could scan an entire planet looking for particular individuals which is similar to how Jedi seek out the midi's.” Was that a slight about Han Solo? Tony folds his arms across his chest trying very hard not to grumble at Kenobi. Han's methods work! Most of the time! Or at least that's what happens in the fictional world. MEH! Consume more coffee and ignore frustrating cranky Jedi Masters.

The Coluan still doesn't seem bothered and spreads his hands. “You have no need to either explain, nor apologize, Master Kenobi. You can't have planned for things you know nothing of.” Smiling to assure he glances at Leia, but smirks at Tony. “I doubt any of the droids will ever be force sensitive, my friend. I think it's an aspect of biology. I also think we really need to figure out what you all want to do first.” Although he is glad for that sample. New toy! “Thank you, Master Kenobi.” It's placed down near a rose he has laying there. Only two things on the workbench at the moment. “Everyone is torn. Finding a Praxeum can be dealt with by a realtor, so that will take care of itself with only the need for approval from you. The rest.. that's up to you I'm afraid.” He'll definitely start figuring something out in way of scanner. In fact he takes that sample up and goes to put it inside of something else. Gets the workshop active again and takes a seat there. Brainy can tinker and talk.

“That is /not/ what I meant,” Leia says, looking at Kenobi. “What I meant was that we have been sitting on the information regarding his presence too long without formulating any sort of plan. I know that charging in is not the way to go. We need to stop getting distractions and work on a plan of action.” This is precisely why the princess is lashing out these days. She is used to being in command and having people listen and when she says plan, we plan. Shaking her head, she turns her attention back to the map, as if memorizing the layout of the area.

Obi-Wan Kenobi nods courteously to Brainiac when the Coluan takes the sample for later analysis. He says, “Either myself or Anakin would need to personally go to whatever sites the realtor flags as potentially suitable. It needs to be more than merely a place that has all the obvious amenities covered. It needs to feel right in the Force, or things will not proceed very well.” He doesn't seem put off by Tony's preference for the mystic mumbo jumbo explanation, but he's still somewhat baffled by it. “Perhaps I should review these 'movies' just to see what was said. It may simply be a new wisdom. Even this old Jedi can learn a few new methods once in awhile, such as learning to navigate a completely different method of traveling faster than light.”

“Or learning that you can communicate with erm-not dead dead Jedi via a super secret Jedi Master meditation thing. Not quite sure how they did it but Yoda could do it and was to teach you. Personally I find it creepy but if you want to talk to ghosts that's your thing.” The rest of it though Tony pointedly stays out of for it's Jedi business and Leia might pop a few hair pins before everything gets ironed out. She can be quite fierce at times. “I'll just be over here making myself useful by completely thwarting Brainy's attempts to be useful.” Having said that the man goes off to get more coffee then to check out what the device in question does.”

There at his workbench Brainy starts cobbling together some things. Being useful in spite of Tony. Digs around some storage, finds something that looks like it will work, and begins pulling it apart. “Tony, you need to add in a subroutine to filter.” His friend gets a smile, but it is chiding. Really now. “That's what I meant.” Of the temple, and to Kenobi. “It's nothing that requires effort this moment. How could Tony say it? Get your ducks in order?” There are so many things to do! As the movies are mentioned he looks amused. “Any time you like, Master Kenobi. I also have other movies if you like. About Tony, about Leonardo, I might even find some about Rommie, but I haven't looked. When you have time.” Serene sounding that, but then he's working. Idly hums to himself as he creates a scanner for the Jedi.

Leia hmphs and shakes her head at the men in the room, keeping her eyes on the map as she studies it. The boundaries, the notations. Sorry Kenobi, your padawan's mind is busy at work here.

Obi-Wan Kenobi arches his brow toward Tony. “Yoda had already begun to teach me the principles before we parted company,” he confirms. “It's more whether the dying Jedi is capable of giving so completely of himself that he can retain his consciousness within the Force after death. And as you know, Master Qui-Gon was the most selfless Jedi it's been my honor to know.” Speaking of his late master isn't entirely emotionless. He misses the imposing Master more than anyone else in the room. “I half expect him to manifest… or considering someone delivered his lightsaber hilt to me in the Library a couple of weeks ago, I wouldn't be surprised if the man himself doesn't walk through the door at this point. Either way, I'm not waiting for it to happen. We have other pressing business.” He looks down at the map along with Leia, then fetches spare datapad and starts tapping in notes to himself. “We should probably get someone over to help the turtles,” he remarks to the others. “And quickly.”

The robot's tease aside Stark merely shakes his head then sits down bringing up windows about the workstation to continue his search for a missing little girl and if there are any reports about various subjects filtering into the media that need to be glossed over. “The turtles films are great. Mine? Not so sure. Raphael seemed to have liked it.” Knowing that there is fictional media of his life out there he begins to understand what it must be like for the Star Wars folk to be constantly told bits and pieces of stories that may or may not hold true for them. He certainly doesn't want to see any of his past though the prospect of seeing his future is very tempting.

“I liked Qui-Gon. He appeared to be more in tune with others than most of the other Jedi. From a completely outsiders perspective of course. Strange things happen here all the time so it's possible he may appear or not. Wouldn't complicate anything and would certainly be a help to rebuilding the order here.”

Brainy doesn't seem to be aware of most of the talk that's going on. Teasing a little yes, but as the moments pass he's focused on what he's doing. Pieces are worked together, his fingers shifting to create the tools he needs, even soldering. It's not till holos go up that he looks over. Eh? Oh, Tony. A smirk and he returns to work, allowing Tony his access. “Before you go…” People are talking of going out to help Turtles and of old masters. Brainy fits two pieces of a case back together, it snapping into place, and he rises to his feet. Brings this to Kenobi even as it boots. “I'll put together one for wider scale, but this should help. Scans a radius for midichlorians. Right now it shows all concentrations, so be warned, but we can tweak it later.” A simple thing. Map of area and indicators where.

Leia gives Kenobi a look that says 'ya think?' Hasn't that been what she has said this whole meeting? Men. Idly, she comments, “I would have liked to have met Masters Qui-Gon and Windu.. and of course Master Yoda. If Luke did go to him, he's in good hands.” Her eyes are still busy with the map, even tracing a few lines with a fingertip.

“It will need a bottom limit baseline, actually,” Kenobi suggests to Brainy politely. “All organic life has midichlorians in it, as far as we were aware. It's only once a being has over 1,000 parts per million that meant said being was Force-Sensitive. We wouldn't want this thing going off just by walking past a plant in the park,” he adds with some good humor in his voice. And the mention of a plant causes him to smile for some reason. Then his gaze falls on Leia. “I think they would have liked to have met you. Qui-Gon certainly wouldn't have bat an eyelash at your existence, although I think both Yoda and Master Windu would probably exchange one of their looks when they're talking amongst themselves and not sharing with the rest of the class.”

Brainy looks amused at Kenobi, “Then give it one.” He smiles. “Scan a few things and then limit the numbers it scans for.” Pats the Jedi on the shoulder and moves away. The Coluan gets himself some coffee. Tea is nice, but he prefers the flavor of the other. “It does differentiate.” What? Make something crude, please. As he sips his coffee he uses a finger and makes the pretty stone floating near that area spin. It's in a little displayer type floater. The thing glints and gleams as it turns. A spin and the robot moves away to go clean up his creation mess. Albeit a small mess thankfully. “I'd actually like to me Qui-Gon over the others. He seems more interesting to me. His differing views and all.” Just his thoughts! No opinions here really.

Leia smirks a bit at Kenobi, finally looking up from her perusal of the map. “I have a feeling you're right about that Master Kenobi.” She saw the look exchanged, at least on that 2d film, and then Yoda's sadness in that last one she saw. “I'm going to go rescue Arfour from Threepio and return to my exercises.” Or is it rescue Threepio from Arfour? Hard to say with those two. She's getting a bit itchy to do something, even if it is more training. Which is better than doing nothing.

Obi-Wan Kenobi gives Brainy a fond smirk at the Coluan telling him to do it himself, so he does, absently scanning his own hand with its pricked finger from the blood sample earlier. Knowing what his own midichlorian count is, he matches that to the scale on the device and starts tweaking, finally getting it to where the tea leaves don't set the device off. “Master Qui-Gon certainly stood out in a crowd when he wasn't deliberately trying not to, and that had nothing to do with the fact he was tall. The most forgiving being I've ever met, the most patient. If Master Yoda had the patience to teach a dead log to levitate, Qui-Gon had the skill to make it do a dance mid-air, and he was a finer negotiator than I.”

Holographic projections move about in a small circle around Tony and spit back streams of information though he is paying attention to the others. Leia appears to be leaving though he's not quite certain she's going to be saving one droid from another. Maybe Arfour will zap Threepio for being a know it all. That would be worth seeing! “Perhaps patience amongst other skills come with age, Kenobi. You are after all getting up there in years by your own admission so you should be able to make dancing trees soon enough.”

The scanner is easy to use. Very easy. Mainly because it doesn't have to do anything else. “Good day, Leia.” Brainy says fondly to the departing woman. Not about to stop her from returning to her studies. As for Kenobi, there's a smile as the Coluan hands some trash to a droid. “All the more reason to want to meet him.” Sounds like a very good man indeed. Tony's reply has a laugh, “Could we cheat and ask an Ent to dance for us?” That would skip the whole Force use thing. Things soon put away he sends the breakfast buffet away with a thought. They will cruise after Leia in neat order. Time to return things to the kitchen! “Master Kenobi? Tony? Please let me know if you need help? I don't want to be involved, but you are my friends. I won't abandon you in time of need.”

“You've been watching too many of these 'cartoons',” Obi-Wan remarks placidly to Tony, sipping at his tea, nodding in farewell to Leia. He doesn't ask what an Ent is, although he does peer quizzically to Brainy for the reference. He doesn't really want to see Count Dooku throwing spells at Magneto anytime soon. To Brainiac, he nods. “I have no intention of getting you involved in this any further than you already are, my friend. In many ways, you remind me of another pacifist friend of my acquaintance, and I respect that point of view very much.”

“Cartoons? You've lost me Kenobi.” With a shrug Stark shuts down the holograms then comes down to the kitchen to deposit his coffee mug into the sink there. “An Ent, huh? Hopefully if one does manage to pop up here they don't appear in the Hanging Gardens. It'd confuse the hell out of them and it would take months to hear the end of their complaining.” Ho-hum. “Very tall talking tree,” in explanation to the Jedi. Coming over to Brainy he clasps the back of the bot's neck with a firm touch, “Not your fight buddy but I appreciate that you'd be around. You're always welcome to come over post whatever to put me back together again.”

“The Star Wars cartoon, Tony.” Brainy reminds. Tony explains Ent and the Coluan nods. “Sentient tree more or less. They don't exist where I come from, but again.. stories.” Explaining just how he knows them. “Thank you for understanding. I just don't have a warriors heart and it's better I don't pretend to.” Then Tony is there, being friendly. He leans forward slightly and smirks at his friend. “Just be sure to come back in condition enough to piece you back together.” That's an order! “Both of you.” Brainy wants his friends around a while longer.

Obi-Wan Kenobi ahhhs once they explain what an Ent is in small enough words that he can grasp. He glances between the two and frowns. “Perhaps I should take my leave as well and get some meditation done. I was given a great deal to think about yesterday and haven't truly had a chance to do so yet.”