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[warcried]

I haven't been awake long, but I've been trying to read up on what I can, so a couple of quick questions:

1. Anyone managed to get past one of the locked doors yet? Either with force or another way. I know people were trying, but I haven't heard if anyone's succeeded.
2. I was told something about an organic humanoid capable of exiting the station without protective gear. If so, I'd love to talk to you.
3. Other Force-sensitives, I'd appreciate if we established ROEs immediately.

Thanks.

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[veristitalian]

There are at least two other AI on board, we should ask them for their perspectives.

I'd be willing to test it more, but it's a slow process, because it takes some time to recover when you get hit.

[warcried]

Droids? [ a quick, vague, distant hope that it's hk-47-- but that's so unlikely it's only the briefest thought. ]

Maybe a couple of people willing to test in succession. Trying it at a fair distance, too.

[veristitalian]

We gather a group of strangers and convince them to pick up furniture and heave it at an open wall panel to see if it makes them black out?

[warcried]

Not exactly. I'm not the only person here that doesn't need to physically touch something to move it, though admittedly I don't know what their levels of training are yet.

[veristitalian]

Now I have more questions.

Would you like to start now?

[warcried]

No time like the present, right?

[veristitalian]

The main corridor in deck six. I've already got a panel down there. We might as well remain with it, not spread more damage.

[warcried]

Give me ten minutes. I'll be the tired-looking bearded human that could use a trim.

[veristitalian]

I'll find you.

[Rather than describing herself as the tall woman with elaborately braided black curls who perpetually looks like she's ready to throw a punch, lately.

She approaches the first beard she sees, and asks, mispronounces the username slightly;]

Revan?

[warcried]

Revan, [ he corrects with a quirk of his lips, ] as in revanchist.

[ also his actual name, since his birth name's been lost to his damaged mind and memories, and his jedi-assigned one feels wrong, dirty now. it was something that was forced on him, after all, and regardless of the order's good reasons for doing so, it had still been.. wrong. ]

What would you prefer me to call you? [ just to get introductions out of the way. ] --And where's this panel you mentioned?

[veristitalian]

Son of a displaced people?

[She wonders. The desire to take back occupied lands, discussed in detail in the tactical briefs of Alethi conquerers.]

Jasnah. [The J is a 'y,' when spoken.] It's back this way.

[She strides ahead, and leads him to a puzzle. In the wall, there's a perfect square. The edges are clean, not like they've been bent or torn or welded. You couldn't do this with heat. Also, along the edges, especially the bottom lip of the hole, there are dried brown stains. Behind the opening, various wires and pieces are exposed.]

[warcried]

Long story. [ they usually are, aren't they? but it's a story that isn't immediately relevant, and he doubts she'll mind if he skips it for now.

at the wall, he peers down curiously at the removed panel, then at the stains, which are.. familiar, he thinks? he pauses, crouching down to touch fingertips to them, then glancing to her questioningly. ]

--You did this? How?

[veristitalian]

I'm a soulcaster.

[Jasnah admits, after only a heartbeat of hesitation. There's almost know chance he'll know what that is, and she's asking him to demonstrate his own powers to her.]

In my world, it's possible to use a gem infused with stormlight to transform a quantity of one substance into another. Smokestone to fog, ruby to fire, emerald to grain, heliodore to meat, and the like. I arrived with a single garnet. [Frowning at the bloodstains.] It's not what I would have chosen. Nor is it what I'd have done with the light if I'd realized the voices screaming behind the wall were a hallucination.

[warcried]

[ his expression brightens in immediate interest and fascination at her explanation. ] That's amazing. It.. sounds a bit like Force alchemy, truthfully.

[ he gestures to the panel, shifting aside a little. ] Can you sh-- No, wait, it sounds like it's a.. finite resource?

[ it only works while the gem is.. infused? how long does it last? what's the extent of the change she can create? ]

--What's stormlight?

[veristitalian]

A finite and finished resource. This may be the last soulcasting I do for some time.

[Another deeply exasperated glance at the hole she carved. At least they've been able to perform some useful tests on it.]

It's the energy, the light that highstorms give off. What do you call it, if not that?

[There are a couple of givens about Roshar that Jasnah may not have realized are intensely local.]

[warcried]

[ he hesitates, then lifts his hand, and lightning sparks around it before fading again. ]

--Different from lightning? [ different worlds often have different words for familiar phenomena, after all, and it's a good idea to get that much out of the way right off the bat. ] Many planets, in my experience, have very different atmospheres, so I'm curious.

[veristitalian]

[Jasnah glances at the sparks, then up at him, extremely curious. But questions can come later.]

Lightning is one thing. Stormlight is another.

[And now that she thinks of it, it's almost self-evident. If the Everstorm was a product of Odium and the Highstorm holds the last echoes of Honor, then-]

On Roshar, when the storm comes, we go into our homes. Leeward walls are built thick, and storm shelters are shaken by the crashing of boulders thrown against them. The ground itself is torn apart. Scounts and caravaneers may weather it- find a crevasse, pull a wooden cover over it, then push their way out past the crem, silt, and sluice deposited over top of them. We send our criminals to be judged by the storm.

But if you have a gemstone, [and here, she pulls the little garnet she arrived with from her pocket, to show him- it's a small chip of the rock, held in the centre of a glass bead, with one flat side so it can rest easily on a table] and you can leave your gems out in the storm, after it's passed they'll be infused with stormlight. Fresh from a storm, I'd be able to read by this. Or, because I'm a soulcaster, turn it into something much more useful.

Now show me what you can do to that wall. You're probably going to need to spend half an hour sitting on the floor when you're done, we can talk more then.