One - Well Honed Thought

[tallasaking]

Who: Tyrion Lannister
Broadcast: Fleet-wide
Action: Aboard the Marvisa
When: Er, nowish.

[When the communication device is turned on, you are greeted with a scarred, bearded face that has seen better days, topped with golden curls mixed with black, and mis-matched eyes besides. Despite this rather ... interesting visage, the eyes are mixed with some sort of dark humor and his mouth is crooked with a flat sort of smile. The voice, however, ah, flows like honey.]

Good day, my fellow travelers. I apologize for my ... current state of less than noble stature, but I assure you that a wash and a shave will do no one any favors. I find myself at more of a loss over silken robes onto what ... precisely I am doing here. I have some knowledge - I am on something called a space ship, I am to be an engineer for such a vehicle but ... not entirely sure where, and I am here to entertain people. And before I forget my manners further I am Tyrion Lannister. If that name means anything to you, knowing that I have been thrown into such a role probably amuses you, so I appear to be ahead on my designated purpose on this show.

For the rest of you, I have two questions. One ... is it to be considered amusing when my lack of practical application in managing such a metal beast sends us crashing into some other spacial object, and two, ... there is wine here, is there not?

[A sigh, and a hand rubbing across his beard.] Not a great deal is needed. Just a glass. Just so I can ... stop breathing heavily and think we are all about to suffocate from the lack of oxygen from apparently being surrounded by an airless ... vacuum, I believe the word is, popping into my mind. Yes.

[He smiles, and it's not a bad smile at that.] Pleasure to meet you all, by the by.

Comments

[resnipstance]

I would assume it's something to do with these blasted data chips they've put in our heads.

[tallasaking]

Which means you should be able to see something that I cannot, yes. Hold a moment ... [ He dug into his tunic, pulling out a pencil and a scrap of paper, trying to write down what he had seen on the arm. Then he held it out to her.]

Does that look like a foreign language to you?

[resnipstance]

[Ahsoka squints for a second, but she has no trouble reading it.]

Oh-- this is the old alphabet. Yes, I can read it.

[tallasaking]

[The 'old' alphabet. Now wasn't that another interesting tidbit of information. He nods and tucks it away, because he has a feeling this will be important later on.]

Now, as I can see the machinery, and you cannot ... what is it that you can sense that I cannot?

[resnipstance]

[She shakes her head. She knows he doesn't mean the Force.]

... I don't know. I'm sorry-- I wish I knew.

Maybe... it'll make itself apparent in time.

[tallasaking]

I wish I did as well, my young friend... but I have a feeling this is a mystery not solved over one half of an hour.

[Tyrion carefully put the panel back in place, looking thoughtful.] We are merely seeing one piece of the much larger puzzle.

[resnipstance]

I agree.

It's a good thing you're writing it down. If I come across anything unusual, I'll write it down too.

[tallasaking]

Everything I have learned of value has been written down. That way the next fool who makes my mistakes shall be able to learn from them.

[He gestured to the hallway.] Shall we continue to try to find the door?

[resnipstance]

Ha. The Jedi Masters would love you.

[She stands upright again and stretches.]

Right. Onwards and upwards!

[tallasaking]

I sincerely doubt it ... but the compliment is quite touching, thank you.

[Is Tyrion's slightly smirky response, before he starts hobbling down the hallway once more.] You have covered that area ... we should move onto the next.