STAR WARS: RETROSPECTION- Initiation

"And what if I don't agree with your methods?"

"Then you are free to go," Rand says. "But only after you have tried. If you do not, then I will just turn you over to the Jedi as a lost cause."

"I will not go back to them," Rianna snaps in response.

"I am glad we've established what your options are," Rand says, pleasantly. "Now, are you ready to come out?"

"Yes," Rianna responds. "I've been ready."

There is a hiss as the pressurized seal on the casket opens, and some of the dilluted bacta spills out onto the floor. You are in a bright white room, in which the figures standing before you heavily contrast.

Rand, in his black cloak and dark blue overcoat.

Tanic, in his beaten leather jacket and notable gunbelt.

Gallador, in his flowing black robes and heavy hood.

Vash, in his black leather gear, his arm in a sling.

"Welcome, Rianna," Rand says.

Rianna feels some relief that Rand didn't have any other followers hidden away, but seeing how outnumbered she is is rather unnerving.

"Was this really necessary?" she asks, sitting up and blinking at the bright lights.

"Yes," Rand says, simply.

"Why?" Rianna asks, just as simply, while watching them all warily.

How are her injuries?

You are still in bad shape. You must have landed hard on something, because aside from any saber-inflicted or blast wounds you sustained, you are heavily bruised on one side of your body. You have a limp.

"I wanted to ensure that you did not escape the moment you awoke," Rand explains. "And Tanic, of course, needed to tend to your wounds."

"It doesn't feel like much was done...and I want to know what happened, before anything else."

"That is quite simple," Rand says. "We caught up to you as you fell in our ship. And then you landed on it, and we took you inside."

She winces a bit at that; judging by how she feels now she's rather glad she had passed out before that had happened.

"How long...has it been?" she makes herself ask. "And what about what I asked about before? I'm tired of being toyed with."

"You have been out for a week," Tanic says. "It has been about a day since you came to."

"Your family is safe," Rand says, smiling. "They were never in any danger."

"Somehow, I don't trust you when you say they were never in any danger..." Rianna mutters in response.

What kind of room is she in, anyway? She wants out of there and away from everyone else.

"I didn't ask you to trust me," Rand says.

It appears to be a hospital room. It is pristine and spotless.

"Good, as that's not going to ever happen," Rianna replies, angry with herself for having fallen for such an obvious trap. "Where are we now? What happens now, for that matter? And I do not like being surrounded by so many people..."

"That's not changing," Vash snaps, from one side of the group. You sense his anger without even trying.

"You will be with us often, now," Gallador says.

"I have to tend to you anyway," Tanic says. "You're not in great shape..."

"She is well enough to travel," Rand says.

"Her wounds..."

"She is no danger of spontaneous death," Rand says. "Not from the wounds she sustained. She can travel."

"As you say... Master."

"I'm still right here, there's no need to talk of me as if I'm elsewhere," Rianna snaps, trying to keep her emotions under control. "What do you mean, well enough to travel? Even I can tell I'm not well enough for pretty much anything."

She also rather pointedly ignores Vash's comment.

"You can travel," Rand says. "Just not on your own."

Rand reveals that you are currently in a medical facility in the Tapani sector. He bears a tattoo on the back of his hand, a series of criss-crossed lines.

"The Mecrossans operate it," Rand says, smiling. "We are safe here. But we won't be staying. It would be a shame to draw attention to such a valuable resource."