The moment she laid eyes on the robed duo at the front of the pack, she knew something was wrong. They weren't any Jedi she knew. The younger of two looked to be near her age, and she knew all the survivors of her generation and most of the up and coming generation. He wasn't one of them. They weren't Jensaarai allies, lacking their distinctive armor and operating so far from home wasn't their style.
As she kept to the rooftops, pacing them, she saw the older to the two look up right at her and pause the group for those with blasters to point them in her direction. They knew she was here…Rancor dung. Slowly stepping from behind the corner of the second story, hands raised showing empty palms. "I'm coming down, please don't shoot me."
Lowering herself down from the roof slowly, a whispered prayer to Allya on her lips that no one had an itchy trigger finger. In turning to face them she takes a better look at group in front of her; Two force users of indeterminate strength, a young woman in regal black dress her face white with makeup, what appears to be her entourage in the colors of comforting flame, a what she thought was a Gungan in simple wear, and few of what looked to be the local law enforcement. Raising her hands again with her palms facing the group.
"I'm not here to cause harm. Seeing a group of people fleeing the droids, made me want to follow and hope to get out of the city or off this planet."
"You are not telling us the truth, young lady." The older man in homespun robes spoke for the group. The security with their blasters, steady them towards her.
"Nor did I lie,' taking a quick breath and a stab in the dark hoping her impressions were right, "Jedi." Meeting his eyes, her chipped ice blue locking with his world-weary brown. "I heard your lightsabers earlier, so I paced you from the rooftops. To learn of your intentions. And they meet with my own, to leave here."
The dark skinned man in uniform steps forward and interjects. "And why should we take you with us? You're an unknown.."
"and therefore dangerous." Callera cuts him off with a roll of her eyes, and gestures down her body. "Do I look capable of causing trouble? No hiding of any weapons here. All I have are these shorts and top; and on top of that" looking again at the Jedi, "the Force guided me to this place at this moment." The younger of the Jedi's eyebrow raises as she continues to look firmly at the elder Jedi, "that has to mean something."
The elder Jedi stares at Callera, and she shivers feeling more exposed as he seems to gaze through her. One moment, two moments. He looks towards the lady in black. "While she is not part of our mission here your Highness, she is right. The Force brought her to us"
As the dark skinned man starts to speak up, Callera interrupts him again. "I am more than willing to be 'confined to quarters' to keep me away from her Highness," nodding towards the young lady in black, "If that will help allay your fears. And the Jedi can interrogate me once we are offworld. I will also swear here and now that I mean no harm to who you are protecting."
The young lady in black seems to take in Callera words, before looking at her handmaidens. One of them nods. "We take you at your word for now, do not give us grounds to rethink our acceptance."
Callera bends deep at the waist. "I will not your Highness, and thank you."
The younger Jedi interjects at this as she rises, "And how good is your word if you have not even given us your name?"
Snorting softly, "You're right. We seem to be doing this a little of order, but I think with the chaos of the day it might excusable. I am Callera Bladesinger of no fame, no house, and no interesting lineage."
The elder of the Jedi, nods in acceptance. "Well met Callera Bladesinger, I am Qui-Gon Jinn, "he then motions to the younger, "and this is my Padawan Obi Wan Kenobi."
WHAT?!
While she'd only seen a scrambled holopic or two of the legendary Jedi during the Clone Wars, she had no trouble overlapping the young man in front of her with that image, and then the description Master Luke gave of him as an old man. The eyes, while lacking the world weariness of the pictures and descriptions, told the truth.
The two Jedi look on concerned as she staggers from the information. "Are you alright Callera?"
"No," her answer honest and frank, "to many pieces to a puzzle I cannot see. But that is for later. We need to keep moving before our window closes."
Qui-Gonn nods. "Agreed. Captain Panaka, which way to the hangar?"
The dour dark skinned security guard points down an alley. "The secret entrance is a few blocks that way." Turning to one of the other guards he points at Callera. "Stick to her side and if she does any suspicious; shoot her or stun her and leave her for the Trade Federation." The man nods and assumes a position a pace behind her as the group resumes its hurried scurry towards a ship, and hopefully freedom.