It took me a while to get an idea down, but here's my first crack ship roulette response. Forgive my lack of character interaction. The roulette is [link=http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=23419688&brd=10304&start=26191704]here[/link]. Current Skimmer He shucked off the body he carried with his spirit like a heavy animal skin, and the eternal current of the Force claimed Qui-gon. In mingled memories he saw glimpses of her face, past the fabric of so many crushing years, where she sank into the all encompassing river three millenia behind. He smiled, his outline more substantial than the handmaiden's. She was unaware of his presence, but Qui-gon recognized Brianna's face. This face graced old holobooks piled under forgotten files of beings Qui-gon now dwelled among restless and undying. He rediscovered them, felt the impressions they left in their fleeting lives, and recalled them into memory. He walked endless halls as a ghost, unseen to all that came before him. Qui-gon didn't understand why, but among all the beings he haunted, he would linger near her doorway more nights and noons. Sometimes she would switch on a lamp, or stare past the transperashield, as if she should acknowledge the other presence gazing in from far-off eras. Other times, there were other visitors, and he was drowned out in the background noise. Whatever the life, whatever the year, Qui-gon was an outcast among outcasts. In mortal life, he himself his own kind, and in the cold current, he sought the company of outsiders. He chose her, a passionate illegitimate child, over countless heroes and conquerors, multitudes of peacemakers conforming. He chose her for the argent stream of words she left behind, which he could never truly answer. He moved on to other doorsteps, other faces, but kept her in mind, the last handmaiden, and carried the words skimming on a balmy current.