"Yet?" Obi-Wan couldn't help but frown a little. "It almost sounds like you're expecting him." The last thing anyone needed here was a potential Sith running around. Lightsaber-wielding droid creatures were more than enough, thank you.
"Speaking of finding a way out," the older prisoner said, "did you think about how you were going to get all these folks to their homes safe and sound? Most of 'em aren't even from Earth, let alone this Earth at this time. And even if you have a gummi ship that gets a zillion parsecs to the gallon, you're not gonna get 'em where they need to go."
The Jedi momentarily gazed up at the balcony that spanned around the upper half of the sun room. Of course he'd thought about that. He and Qui-Gon were from a different galaxy, a different time, perhaps even a different universe by itself. A mere spacecraft was not going to get them back where they needed to be. And the situation was no different for a lot of the prisoners here, he was sure of it.
"I don't know," he admitted. "Whoever put us here took us from our original times and places somehow. So, it would stand to reason there's a way for us to get back home. I'm afraid we'll need the help of our captors to do it, though. Otherwise, it may take us years for us to do it on our own, if we're lucky enough to even manage it at all."
Obi-Wan turned his gaze onto the scarred man again, raising an eyebrow at the way he was grinning. "Why? Have you thought of something?" The Jedi supposed it would make sense. After all, the older prisoner claimed to be a scientist whose specialty was bending space. In fact, out of everyone Obi-Wan had met here, it appeared this man was the one who understood concepts of time and space best. That had to count for something.
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"Speaking of finding a way out," the older prisoner said, "did you think about how you were going to get all these folks to their homes safe and sound? Most of 'em aren't even from Earth, let alone this Earth at this time. And even if you have a gummi ship that gets a zillion parsecs to the gallon, you're not gonna get 'em where they need to go."
The Jedi momentarily gazed up at the balcony that spanned around the upper half of the sun room. Of course he'd thought about that. He and Qui-Gon were from a different galaxy, a different time, perhaps even a different universe by itself. A mere spacecraft was not going to get them back where they needed to be. And the situation was no different for a lot of the prisoners here, he was sure of it.
"I don't know," he admitted. "Whoever put us here took us from our original times and places somehow. So, it would stand to reason there's a way for us to get back home. I'm afraid we'll need the help of our captors to do it, though. Otherwise, it may take us years for us to do it on our own, if we're lucky enough to even manage it at all."
Obi-Wan turned his gaze onto the scarred man again, raising an eyebrow at the way he was grinning. "Why? Have you thought of something?" The Jedi supposed it would make sense. After all, the older prisoner claimed to be a scientist whose specialty was bending space. In fact, out of everyone Obi-Wan had met here, it appeared this man was the one who understood concepts of time and space best. That had to count for something.