thefinaljedi | 21st Transmission [Video/Written/Action] (Forward Dated to March 17)

[Well it's about that time of year, when the weather begins to shift and it's beginning to get to the point where cultivating and preparing to for planting season is becoming a necessity. And to get all this started, Luke needs your help. He opens up the journal and smiles at the camera.]

Good afternoon Luceti,

For those of you that don't know me, my name is Luke Skywalker. For the last couple of years I've been tending to some of the farmlands outside the village, trying to build up emergency stores as well as bringing a bit of self-sufficiency to the enclosure. And as some of you may know, within the last year both Nami and Applejack have both departed, leaving the orchards near the farmland untended. I've been tending to them as best I can, but the vast majority of the help I had with the work has also returned home.

In the interest of better utilizing the space I'd like to request the help of anyone willing to volunteer their time with a bit of manual labor. I'm afraid it's simply not going to be possible to manage it all by myself, and any help would be greatly appreciated. It's beginning to near the planting season, after all. I'm happy to offer whatever services I can provide in exchange.

[There's a pause, and he seems to look somewhere off camera.]

On a related note, if there's anyone who knows anything about building irrigation systems, I'd appreciate any advice.

Thank you for your time, and may the Force be with you all.

[Shutting off the feed, he sends out two private messages.]

Written, Filtered to Loki
Loki, I know this is much less interesting than musical theater and cookies, but I was hoping I could get your help with a bit of magical work on the farm.

Written, Filtered to Trafalgar Law
Law, I figure we should probably revisit some of those supply caches and check on them. Possibly restock and take care of a few other things down that vein.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Right, sorry. But really, thank you. And maybe work would help. Leave and counseling and books haven't done much.

[A sigh.]

After six months, you'd think I'd have a little more control over myself.

Uh. I'm a Trill. And it's something like that. I was born Ezri Tigan, and I am now joined to the Dax symbiont. Ninth host. Wait.

[She mutters something unintelligible.]

Yeah, ninth. Heh. So I am now Ezri Dax. That's because Dax carries all of the other host's memories. Most joined Trill have years of preparation before they are chosen. My joining was an accident. I never wanted to be joined. I was happy, actually, where I was. It's been a little overwhelming. Waking up here hasn't helped. I mean, people are nice, but everything's just so different, and complicated. I mean, sometimes, I don't even know if I'm a man or a woman when I wake up. Or I'll be surprised to see my face instead of Curzon's, or Audrid's.

[Again he's quiet, not wanting to interrupt. It clicked when he considered her signature in the Force. Two beings joined, rather than a single one. It reminded him, in a way, of a melter and a human, or some of the other odder non-humanoid species in the galaxy.]

A aymbiotic relationship. Right, I should have figured. Is there anything that you know of that might help alleviate the confusion? Are there specific triggers to getting mixed up, or is it random? Forgive me for intruding, but if there's a way to help, I'd like to. I've...dealt with similar problems, in the past.

[Okay, this time, she lets out a weary sigh.]

I'm sure half the problem is waking up here. I've never had to handle anything like this before. Me Ezri, I mean. So all of these other memories come up. But they're my memories, too. According to the counselors from the Commission, at this point, all I can hope for is that it gets better over time.

[She shrugs, studying the ground.]

So for now, I just grin and bear it. And try to avoid making a fool of myself. I'm getting better at that part.

Well, if you'd like help with anything, don't hesitate to ask. I've been helping some of my friends cope with mental problems here for some time now. Meditation and centering oneself helps some of the sapient beings I know of from my own galaxy. And if need be, the Force may have answers.

[He smiles gently.]

No reason to grin and bear it, if you don't have to.

Meditation. Walks. Memory exercises. Grounding sessions with people from Ezri's life. Tried everything. Before I woke up here, I was a block away from seeing my best friend. Only, that's Dax, not Ezri. Ben doesn't even know who I am.

In the end, whatever I do, it all comes down to figuring out who Ezri Dax is. Because she isn't Torias or Jadzia, but she isn't Ezri Tigan, either.

In the mean time, I'll make myself as useful as I can. Which probably isn't very. I mean, you ask me to weed, and they'll probably grow into some kind of carnivorous monsters. At least, I would not be that surprised if they did. Well, okay, I would be surprised. Because they shouldn't do that. But that's not my point.

Well, I don't know about all that. But if there's help I can offer, let me know. I teach meditation at the school I run, back home. I'm familiar with some of the problems a symbiotic relationship can have. Just let me know, okay?

And as for weeding, well, I'll just make sure to give you a blaster in case the weeds start trying to eat you. But for the moment, it's mostly planting that needs doing.