Wrong turn is an understatement

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One moment she's racing along a backway in the belly of Nar Shaddaa, and the next she's in the middle of a bumpy street with buildings on one side and an ocean on the other.

Marda skids to a stop and looks around with a scowl of consternation, wrinkling her nose at the fog and the cold drizzle that's coming down. "What the flaming @#@$%&@?"

Her low-voiced outburst carries with the fog, but gains her only a curious glance from a grizzled man in a blue plaid shirt. Marda scowls and walks off the street, then folds her arms over her leather-clad chest and tries to figure out how she got there.

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"You know," says a voice whose source is masked by the heavy fog, "there's been a real influx of this sort of thing lately. People just... showing up. At this rate we'll run out of room."

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"Well it's not like I...." She blinks as she feels a force signature that she shouldn't be feeling. True, she only saw the woman it belonged to a few times across rooms, but still....

"Great, I've finally #%#$@#& lost it."

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Now there's laughter in the fog. "What makes you say that?"

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There's nothing derogatory in Marda's expression or voice as she nods and says, "Yeah, the goofs with the accents."

She's actually grinning slightly with admiration.

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Which brings the smile back. Sadri more or less has Marda figured out at this point.

"I take it you know who I am. So who are you?"

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"Marda So."

Yeah, the crazy who tried blowing up the flagpole that one Life Day.

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"What do you have?" She looks around, not even blinking at the smell or the smoke.

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"Beer. Rum. Red Bulls and Jaegermeister, which I don't recommend..." Sadri shrugs, shaking her hair out of her face. "Along with your standard repertoire of wussy drinks."

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"I'll have that one you don't recommend." She frowns and turns her head to look toward laughter from one table in the corner.

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Marda pokes Darman absently, demanding space to sit. "But... how does somebody get 'rebooted' from the dead?"

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He does so, grinning good-naturedly at her. "Oh come on. Stranger things have happened."

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"Like what?" She sits and takes another long pull at her drink.

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She sits and thinks about that for a few moments, then turns her eyes toward the other Jedi. "So now what?"

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"Now you can relax." Sadri laughs heartily.

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"Are you in charge?" Marda's a little bewildered. "And... um, do you know you're glowing?"

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"Uh.... Not being dead?"

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"Good a reason as any." Darman shrugs, a slight grin on his face.

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Marda grins and has another drink. "Sounds like my kinda kid."

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"She's got ba... er, an attitude, that's for sure."

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"Apparently she got married between now and then." Corr said. "She's a nice woman, but I have no idea what she was like back then. Better ask Darman if you want to draw comparisons. She'll talk your ear off if you let her, though."

Of course, Corr was easily one of the more social clones of the bunch, and seemed exceptionally interested in town rumours and inhabitants' gossip. And Sal - yes, she'd insisted on being called by her given name - was only too happy to oblige.

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"I never met her, but I've seen her a few times." She shakes her head, looking a little impressed. "Those boots."

Then she frowns. "So where are you and Darman's girls?"

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"You've got fuzzy stuff on your shoulder." She looks into her drink.

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Corr looks at Darman who looks at Corr, who stares at Marda with a "are you insane" kind of look.

"What's wrong with you?" Corr asks, tapping his durasteel fingers against the table.

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"Thanks." She winks at him, just like she always used to do when she flirted with her squad, then takes a drink before turning back to Sadri. "There anyplace I can get a bed?"

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"There's a spare room at my house, or the St. Christopher hotel. I'd offer you a stay at Sal's place but they're full."