Information and Communication Points

[She had been considering this post for a long spell. She's seen friends leave, in recent months. Entrapta's departure pressing most of all. There are others here with the knowledge she wishes to share - but they might not stay for long enough. She might not be either.]

[The image focuses on her, sitting on her bunk, legs crossed. She has a short easel next to her, with large white bristol boards on it.]

Greetings, fellow train residents. I am Guri. Some of you already know that, but this video is made for posterity, in case I am no longer present on the train. Hopefully, it will remain in data storage. Now, the following are people from my universe - and near-variants thereupon - whom you should not trust, engage with, or allow any chance to infiltrate normal life on the train.

[She pulls off the first card, and behind it are a series of carefully drawn versions of men and women in uniform - olive, grey, black, and white armor. These are the various uniforms of the Imperial military. Standing aside from it are two uniformed figures, one all in red, the other all in white.]

These are the various ranks of the military in the Galactic Empire. A totalitarian regime that was in my time bend on galactic domination. By and large, they preferred brute force and terrified submission to cleverness, but are likely to be well-armed and capable combatants. These two...[She indicated the red and white] are exceptions. The white uniform is that of an Imperial Grand Admiral. Only the best, brightest, and most ruthless achieved this rank. The red is a high official in the intelligence services, dangerous for broadly similar reasons. Especially do not trust anyone named Ysanne Isard.

[She moves the card, and the next...well. Any resident of her universe will recognize the two central figures - Darth Vader and the Emperor. Around them are various members of the Imperial Court.]

These are the high members of the Imperial Court, or at least the moment prominent. Here, however...is Darth Vader, chief enforcer of the Empire and extraordinarily dangerous. A fallen Jedi, or Force-wielder, his physical and mental powers are immense. Do not engage unless in a powerful, concentrated group. His master, the Emperor...was even more powerful, according to all known accounts. He may not be overwhelmed by a sheer show of strength, and in the case of encountering him, retreat and fortification upon the train is recommended.

[She moves to the next slide.]

This is a Hutt. Do not trust any Hutt.

[She moves on, to one of a green-skinned man.]

This last is Prince Xizor, my erstwhile master. Full disclosure: in case of his encounter, I will be terminating him or otherwise permanently incapacitating him on sight.

[One last slide, showing a wide range of figures, all of them bearing red lightsabers.]

These are various depictions of members of what is termed the Sith cult. They are dark force-wielders, generally very clever, and thoroughly murderous. They may not appear like this on the chart, but the red lightsabers are fairly consistent. They are duplicitous; even when overwhelmed, they cannot be trusted.

[She nods.]

This concludes my primer video. Thank you for your time and attention.

[The camera comes on to Guri who looks...completely normal, sitting there. But mildly off-put.]

It appears that the first unusual incident has already happened - fortunately enough, I was never a child or adolescent, so I have been spared that, however there are certain aggravating effects nonetheless.

So since I will retain this form, if anybody is in need of an adult to help watch over the children, I can certainly...

[Her hair seems to move.]

Oh, bother

[And a mass of golden hair suddenly appears, erupting outwards like a Christmas tree being cut from its wrapping, covering her face and dropping all the way to her waist. There is a moment of pause, tapping her hand on her knee before parting the hair.]

My hair does grow, so it keeps coming back. All of it.