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"I imagine you have questions, I do too. Where am I?

Ryder adjusted in his seat letting out a slightly pained breath before beginning to speak. "In the general sense you are on the bridge of the Umbra Squall, in the slightly grander scale we are on Orthis." he said. "I can't tell you a whole lot about the planet. I've only been here once before. Fairly nice place, decent population. Though we are far away from any of it at the moment."

Ryder waited a moment before starting again. "I can't say I have a lot of questions. Only a few. What era are you from? Because judging by the look and condition of you, you're farther out of time than you probably think and are going to need some details about how much things likely changed." Ryder's breath came out pained again. "Look, I heard you screaming about Sith before, I ain't one of them. You might get the feeling off me, or something but I am just looking for answers. Ever since 'fate' made me cross paths with the ones on that station I've not gotten any sleep, I can't meditate, every time I let my mind drift away I get visions. I want to know why."

"Now," he said the sound of him getting up from his chair "If you can help me believe I can trust you to not kill me the second you can see again, I will help you. You're not gonna last long if you are blind and in a world where an illness that would make my nose stuffy would kill you out right." Ryder said, "Consider it a gift of trust. We can talk more once we have an understanding."

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