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Who: Octavia Blake & Open
Broadcast: Everyone
Action: Moon or Wonderduck
When: Broadcast, evening of Oct 16; Action, whenever

[The feed that pops up is originating from a basic (and boring) room above one of the old timey buildings on the moon. Octavia's lounging on the cot, tossing a baseball sized object up into the air, then catching it, not really looking at the comm.]

I gotta admit that the past two weeks-- or however long since I got here-- have been pretty damn long. Back home, there was so much more to do. [The ball goes up in the air.] Not in the entertaining way [And down again.] but stuff we had to get done. Hunting, scouting, building, repairing, you get the idea. It was one thing after another, the days went by in a flash.

[She catches the ball again and sticks it on the small side table by her cot, sitting up at the same time.] Pretty much, doing stuff for fun wasn't on the agenda, so I'm kinda at a loss here.

[Octavia huffs, blowing a bit of hair out of her face, before finally looking at the comm.]

I guess suggestions are welcomed if anyone wants to toss one my way. [Her boots tap the floor for a moment.] Also, I want to keep learning combat. So far, I've gotten decent with a sword, but I don't want to stop. Unarmed is good, too. Honestly, whatever's fine. I can take a beating, and I'm a quick enough study. I can't pay right now, that'd be later, unless favors or chores work, too.

[There's a pause, where she considers something.] My name's Octavia Blake. I'm security on the Wonderduck. You can find me there or on the moon for now if you want. That's it I guess.

[She flashes a sheepish grin before cutting the broadcast. Feel free to run into her on the ship or moon, whenever.]

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As long as you don't mind that I'm no Master, I'd be happy to.

[She gives a sheepish smile, shaking her head.]

Not at all. Thanks, I owe you.

Don't worry about it. Actually, you'd be doing me a favor. Being cooped up all day on the Marsiva is driving me crazy. Being able to help do something makes me feel slightly less useless.

Hey, when you're shuffled to your ship, we could work out something then. The Iskaulit might be pretty workable, if I'm hearing things right. I haven't been there myself, yet.

Let's hope the shuffle happens soon, then. I don't have hair to tear out, but I'm starting to understand the sentiment.

[Octavia can't help but snort at that.]

I gotta ask, what do you have?

Never seen head-tails before? [Ahsoka turns around a bit, so Octavia can see the three tail-like structures that protrude from her head-- one on each side of her face, and one more in the back.]

The top part [she motions with one hand to the pointy bits] are called montrals. Similar to what you would think of as horns, but they're hollow. They can sense vibrations in the air around us, which helps us to "see" things in the surrounding area even when there isn't any light or sound.

The tail parts are actually called lekku. That's plural, by the way-- singular, lek. The patterning is an old evolution throwback that used to help my people to blend in to our environment thousands of years ago.

Not in my life.

[Octavia listens and watches intently, nodding when appropriate. However, she can't help her remark at the last point.]

What kind of environment was that?

Shili's a really colourful planet, comparatively. Most of it was covered in long grass that was as tall as your head, and it was different colours depending on the region you lived in. Always white on one side, but then on the other side it could be red, orange, green... and the scrub and the flowers on top are usually blue.

[She somehow relaxes, emitting an amused exhale through her nose, smile slowly making its way on to her face.]

That sounds really pretty, actually.

It is. I don't have any strong memories of it myself, but I remember the colours.

Must be nice. It was pretty drab where I grew up.

Well-- it was where I grew up too, after leaving Shili. But that's a part of growing up in the Temple. It was still beautiful, in it's own way.

Where did you grow up?

On The Ark-- a space station. Mostly hidden under the floor. [There's more than a tinge of bitterness in her voice now, and her expression mirrors it.]

[Ahsoka's brows furrow in confusion.]

What? ... Why under the floor?

I have an older brother. Second children are illegal. If they're found out, the parents are floated-- sent out an airlock into space.

[Her lips press together, forming a tight line.] That's what happened to Mom.

Wait-- what?

But that's... that's horrific!

Yup. [She leans back, away from the comm, resting her head against the wall. Her eyes close.]

It's shit, no matter how you look at it.

... I'm sorry. That must have been... awful for you.

Losing your mother and possibly your brother as well as being locked up just for being born? That's one way to describe it.

[She's talking, responding just fine, but she still doesn't move.]

[That just makes her angry on Octavia's behalf.]

That kind of-- of totalitarianism has no business in governing people's lives.

In space, they seem to think it does. Something about oxygen and resource preservation.

[She can't bring herself to give a damn even if it does make sense. It never would have benefitted her anyway.]

Then they should have found a way to make more.

Yeah, well, too late now, isn't it?

[She sighs, pushing herself from the wall.]

Look, this isn't really my favorite topic, so let's call it a night. I've got stuff to do before I crash.

... Oh.

[AWKWARD.]

Right. ... Sorry. I'll-- let you get to it.

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