driftfleet | Let Me Sing You the Song of My People

Who: Vanyel Ashkevron & Anyone
Broadcast: Yes
Action: S.S. Starstruck
When: Now

[ The feed pops open to show Vanyel, his hair pulled back in a loose queue that falls over one shoulder. It's like he tried his best to look good for this broadcast, but that surely was not it at all. He didn't even bother to dye out that gray streak running from his temple back into the rest of his hair. In his arms he is cradling a guitar in his arms, fingers idly plucking, soft little twangs underscoring his words when he speaks. ]

Good day - evening, perhaps? It is so hard to tell on the ships.

I was wondering, as we travel to our new destination, if any one would wish to share the music of their home worlds with me? Music has always been a passion of mine, and I feel that the music of a world tells a much deeper story than simply words. I would appreciate, and be honored, to hear yours.

[ For those who are aboard the Starstruck, he is sitting in what counts as his room, strumming the guitar though the tune itself is something that is more at home in a medieval king's court than it is aboard a sleek spaceship - or even on a guitar. He will gladly receive any visitors who wish to stop by. ]

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Skiffs in the shadow of a galleon. [ her own smile is muted. lost, a little, in her hesitation. ]

Something like that, though truth be told I have never been on a galleon either. My country was landlocked. All we had were river boats, if that.

What did you do back home, Miss Carter? Something communications related?

[ the old line (i work for the telephone company) mightn't work. not here, where old comrades-in-arms stalk the edges of her experience. but neither should she oversell her involvement in the war and with the s.s.r., choosing instead to pick her way carefully around a half-truth: ]

Do the words Signal Corps mean anything to you? [ gentle steps. there is culture shock here. ]

_{[ He shook his head. ]}

No, I am afraid not. I should tell you that I come from a far less advanced world than many, so anything of a technological nature shall make no sense to me at all, I think. I from magic and steel, not wire and electricity.

Then I suppose it ought to be enough to say, quite simply, that I was something of a communications officer during the war. [ ... ] During a war. Mind you, we didn't have ships that travelled in space. But the basics remain somewhat the same.

[ encryptions. hailings. the importance of getting messages across. ]

_{[ He frowned softly at the mention of war. ]}

I see. I am sorry you had to go through that, be a part of it. War, or battle of any sort, is something I wish on no one.

_{[ And he meant it, voice ringing with sincerity. ]}

So we shall get to share the experience of the first time among the stars. I find company makes these sorts of adventures more enjoyable, don't you?

Oh, I'm certain it does. [ company, improving the journey. but peggy herself has been something of a lone agent in the past. liaising with the s.s.r., and then ultimately joining their ranks, has been something of an anomaly in her career.

peggy isn't a team-player, but she's trying to be. ] Have you been on the...Starstruck for long?

Let Me Sing You the Song of My People

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