Siri Tachi személy
„Even though I'm a Jedi, I am not invincible. There are many in the galaxy who can defeat me. Now I understand why we were taught over and over that our motive must be sure, our concentration total. I underestimated the dark side of the Force. I will try not to do so again. And I know now that I will not always be strong. I will not be afraid to recognize when I am weak.”
―Siri Tachi, to Obi-Wan Kenobi
Siri Tachi was a female Human Jedi Master, apprentice of Adi Gallia and Master to Ferus Olin. She was a talented pilot who participated in the First Battle of Geonosis, fighting alongside Master Gallia guarding the Galactic Republic transports in space above the planet.
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Obi-Wan suddenly moved toward the starship that Siri had emerged from. “I should have known!” he called. “That was such a wobbly landing!”
Anakin smiled. The landing had been perfect. But Obi-Wan was allowed to tease his oldest friend, Garen Muln. They had gone through Temple training together, just as Anakin and Tru had.
“You’re one to talk about wobbling,” Garen said, noting Obi-Wan’s slight limp. There was concern underneath his words. “You look like you could use a medic.”
“Maybe a touch of bacta,” Obi-Wan admitted. “I tangled with a gundark or two.”
“Ouch,” Garen said. He laid a hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder. “Let’s find the medpac.”
“Who is that?” Anakin asked.
He indicated a Jedi, a human woman with bright orange hair. She was compact and fit, and stood talking to Obi-Wan, Ry-Gaul, and Siri as Garen administered bacta to Obi-Wan’s wound.
“That’s Clee Rhara. She’s an amazing pilot. She—”
“Once ran the pilot program for Jedi students,” Anakin said. “She’s a legend.”
Clee Rhara walked over. “Anakin Skywalker. We meet at last.” Her shrewd eyes studied him. “I was a good friend of Qui-Gon’s. We were students together.”
“I’m honored to meet you, Master Rhara,” Anakin said.
It was real. It was a man. Ferus slowly lowered himself to a crouch. “Garen?”
Through cracked lips, the man asked, “Who wants to know?”
“I’m Ferus Olin.”
“I know…that name. Siri’s apprentice.”
“Yes. We met once…long ago. I’m a friend of Obi-Wan Kenobi’s.”
“Obi-Wan. He’s alive?”
“Yes, very much so. He’s too stubborn not to be.”
“I chose this team because of your special skills,” Mace told Anakin. “Obi-Wan may hate it, but he has a great knowledge of the Senate workings. I contacted Yoda on Kashyyyk, and he was in agreement.”
Obi-Wan tried not to groan aloud. Siri allowed herself one small smile at his discomfort.
“His contacts are invaluable,” Mace went on. “I chose Master Tachi for her lack of patience.”
Siri’s small grin disappeared.Mace raised an eyebrow at her.
“A fault she has tried to correct, but one that often gets in her way,” he said. “I have a feeling it will be useful in this situation."