When Shaak Ti surface from her trance, the pod is open, holding two very naked Master Jedi. Two, where only one was supposed to exist. Two, when only one died, all these years ago, and she still remember the sadness in her Master, when their mission didn’t let them go to Naboo for the pyre and she remember Kenobi, younger than her and suddenly older than her, like the Naboo’events had stolen a part of his lifeforce.
Two, Qui-Gon Jinn, grumbling and pressing their heads with trembling hands, radiating discomfort and cold and headaches and something like don’t understanddon’t understandObi-Wan-what-where-ho-hurtdon’t understanddon’t understand….
« Padawan Ti ? » asks on of them, unsure, because Padawan Ti is supposed to be a young Tortuga just a few months of her Trial, not this Master with large montrals and head tails, calm demeanor and strong presence in the Force.
« Master Windu’ll have a coronary. » say this strange Tortuga, more for herself
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The moment they see each other is definitly not helping.
And then, she take her cape for the first one, her over tunic for the second, and take them to her shuttle.
« Water. Sonics. A light meal. Pain medication. After, the questions. » she says, with the most authority she can muster, because she still remember him, visiting the training room, a gentle giant correcting her katas, and she feels a little like a Padawan, again.