Vestara turned up the volume on her portable music player she'd picked up at a nearby shop even louder. The noise she'd chosen, very similar to the Keshiri temple choirs she'd grown up with, sounded like screeching female rancors accompanied with drums. She wanted to make sure everyone else sunning on the beach could enjoy it, too.

Ves lazily stretched out and applied more suntanning lotion. She acquired a local fowl at the open-air market and was dissecting it, wanting to know more about the biology of this planet's creatures. The innards were carefully spread around the young apprentice's towel.

She was wearing this green and white bikini.

Kenobi!

Vader's eyes snapped open as he jerked to consciousness, his last memory of Kenobi's smirk burnt into his memory. The treacherous Jedi had thwarted him again. Why he was not dead was beyond him, but the second time Kenobi had left him for dead without having the stomach to actually finish the deed would be the last.

His mouth curled disdainfully as he surveyed his surroundings. It may have been foreign, but he recognized a medcenter when he saw one-- and liked it as little as he liked any other. The ventilator tubes had been reinserted into his nose, and he began to examine the large machine he was bound to. He could, in theory, take it apart and convert it into something more manageable. He had no idea if his kidnappers ever intended to return his suit and lightsaber. If he wanted his revenge on Kenobi and reclaim his son (his son-- no, he had to put that out of his mind), he would have to act quickly, before the...ship...realized his intentions.

Mara was a woman of action, one who liked to get things done sooner rather than later, instead of waiting around.

So when Luke told her she'd need to get a contraception shot for things, she decided to go ahead and get it done. She'd apparently been given a second chance with her husband and she wasn't going to waste any second with him, in any way.

Plus, check ups were always good, right?

She sighed as she sat on the chair. Eugh, doctors.

Ben Skywalker was trying to meditate, and failing spectacularly.

The Room of a Thousand Fountains – or, more accurately, on the ship’s reproduction of the room at the Temple, which was itself a replica of the Old Republic’s Temple Room of a Thousand Fountains – was designed to be as relaxing as possible, filled with waterfalls and shallow pools that rippled in the soft lights. But even in this familiar pocket of the ship, his mind remained stubbornly unblankable. His emotions, he knew, were an open book of pain, regret, confusion, loss, and even fear and anger toward Coruscant’s invaders. Jedi Knights were meant to have control of their feelings at all times, but, then again, most Jedi Knights didn’t have to relive the destruction of the galaxy.

He sighed, and admitted to himself that meditation was out of the question. There was too much to think about – could the Ohm be stopped, how was this crew supposed to stop them, should they be stopped at all, should someone talk to them, why were they doing this, how were the Daligig resisting them, why were the Daligig resisting them, where was Vestara anyway, what was the ship meant to do, why was the ship revealing memories now, had that really been his memory, had it really happened -- to put it all aside. And more than that… Ben needed reassurance from the Force. It was unquestionably childish, but after reliving that much death, what he wanted more than anything was the comfort of feeling the lives left on board this ship.

Ben closed his eyes and reached out in the Force, searching through the Force for his family, for the survivors from his own galaxy, and for the beings he’d met since his release from hibernation. He brushed each of their minds briefly, just enjoying the fact that they were there, not caught up in the cracking of a planet or smashed by enemy starships. They were alive and luminous in the Force – and that, more than anything in the Room of a Thousand Fountains – let him begin to relax.

Arha was standing in a blank Sensorium, frowning slightly into the white expanse of it.  She'd walked in, paused, and had been stuck there, waffling hard between scenarios for a full fifteen minutes.  On one hand, she wanted to pit her skills against something deadly, on the other hand, she wanted to practice her stealth, and on the hand she didn't have, she would have liked to try her hand at, perhaps, riding a Drexl.  She had seen them in the holos that were available on the worlds within the Jed-Eye home universe.  They were quite fierce.

And thinking of holos simply made her wish to spend time wandering Luke's Jed-Eye Temple.

The indecision was annoying.

As such, the space around her remained blank and Arha was stuck contemplating the swing of her white cloak and the way it settled against her equally white leather clad legs.  She ought ti know what she wanted, but now?  Now she was at a loss.

"This is no way to begin," she muttered to herself and sighed as she used the Force to play around with her lightsaber. 

Luke sat  crosslegged on a couch on the observation deck, staring out into the Bleed, lost in thought.  Things had quieted down on the ship and for that he was glad.  Laater, Luke had resolved to go find Tycho later on and make sure he was doing okay (he'd heard of the other's injury), but until he did that, Luke had come up here to think.

There had been a strange darkness at the edge of his mind--not a dire threat, nothing to send his danger-sense into full alarm, but enough to make him worry.  It could mean that a Sith had woken up, and if that was so, it couldn't be anyone good.  There were several names that came to Luke's mind, and none of those were ones he particularly wanted to put faces to again.  With each, though, he was more worried for Ben's safety than his own.  Ben had had enough dealings with Sith already.  Luke didn't want to put him through that a second time.

But for now he meditated on this strange shadow in his mind, and wondered what he'd do when he ran into the source of it.

[Bendy timed to right after the meet'n'greet, after this thread]

There were several doors leading out of the observation deck. Haley had chosen to exit through the one closest to them, as it seemed just as good as any of the others. A long greenish hall stretched before them, filled with the same humid air. There were doors leading off at fairly regular intervals. Haley cracked her knuckles and adjusted her hat, before turning with a smirk to her companion.

"So where to first, princess?"

The rest of the crew assembled on the Observation Deck to meet the latest editions to their numbers. After the revelation that their worlds are gone, many of them are even more eager to see people they knew from home.

Several people are set up near the doors to provide the new people with omnicoms and comm rings. New crew-mates might see a green-skinned alien and snake girl among their number. There are also several authoritative-looking figures ready to introduce themselves.

There's a lot to tell the new people. It's going to be a lot to take in.

[ooc: Only new characters and Command Staff can start new threads for introductions, to limit the number of threads. Everyone else, just tag in and have your guys greet the newbies.]