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One - Well Honed Thought

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.

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[Well Tyrion, you can have the fun of being greeted first by an alien girl. Surprise!]

Hey, pleasure to meet you too, Tyrion!

[What are titles? Casual familiarity is the way to go.]

I'm Ahsoka Tano. As for your questions-- I don't know about the wine, but you don't need to worry about the engineering stuff. The knowledge for our assigned jobs here seems to be uploaded into our brains through some sort of data chip in our neck, as far as I can tell. You still have to practice, though.

[Bran is just... staring. Because after nearly six months in this strange new world, this is the second familiar face in just a couple of weeks, and it's certainly not one he was expecting. They both look quite different from the last time they met, so long ago at Winterfell, before everything became so terrible. He's not quite sure what to say to the long-winded introductory rant.]

... You're here.

[Well, that was eloquent.]

[Do not jerk away, Tyrion. You have seen stranger. In fact you have seen it in your own mirror. So. Ahsoka gets a deep and courteous bow.]

A pleasure to meet you this ... fine day? Evening? Not entirely sure - but the pleasure is still clearly mine, Lady Ahsoka.

[He winced at that answer, before going to touched the ... bump at the back of his neck.] Ah yes. I wondered if that might be the culprit in my sudden influx of knowledge. So I do in fact know enough to keep myself and my fellow passengers from crashing down to the ground ... excellent. Would there be additional information in which I might ... read up on? Manuals, perhaps?

[... Well, now we are going to have an equal measure of shock, because Tyrion is going to stare at the small face in turn. For once he might be at a loss of words.

Momentarily.]

As are you.

[He blinks, before adding.]

Well done on not being murdered, Lord Stark.

Just Ahsoka is fine.

I don't know about books, though. Why would you wanna read about it when you can just do it, anyway? That's the only way to learn. You just gotta jump right in there!

Ahsoka ... and you may simply call me Tyrion.

[Well, whatever she is, she is well-mannered. If not a bit, ah, reckless. His smile curves up at the edges.]

To be frank, every time I have given into my impulses it has lived into my current fears of crashing and gloriously burning. Allow the old man the slower path. It will keep us all alive.

Well, lucky for you, I happen to be an veritable expert when it comes to safely crash landing tanking spaceships. So. Do your worst.

[And you have earned the first laugh out of Tyrion, well done Ahsoka.] Since I like to continue breathing, I think I will try to do the opposite of my worst -- but thank you for believing I can rise to the challenge.

[Ahsoka just shrugs, a reckless sort of grin on her face.]

Call it the product of boredom. Crashing might actually liven things up around here.

[Oh look, it's a dwarf. Doesn't have a very dwarf-y name, though. Perhaps he's a surfacer. Still, important answers first.]

There is wine, it's not the best I've tasted, but you are welcome to some if you wish.

[He goes red in the cheeks.]

Thank you.

[And then, as a hesitant addendum - ]

You can't tell anyone.

Remus Lupin.

[He's tired looking, Remus, and though not half so beaten and tired as Tyrion, there are scars on his face. Only twenty-one, but he's seen too much.]

I believe there is wine, though I'm rather new as well, so I can't tell you exactly how to get it. Er. I believe we're actually rather close by; if you'd like, I can fiddle with it while you, ah, calm yourself a bit.

[ Hans wears his own noble face, as cordial as ever. It's only an initial introduction, but he likes the cut of Tyrion's jib. ]

A pleasure to meet you, Tyrion. My name is Hans. To answer your first question, I would normally assume such circumstances to not be found amusing, but our audience evidently has peculiar tastes in entertainment. And to answer the second, there is wine, but you may find it rather lacking, if accustomed to finery.

[ her communicator (and, therefore, his) captures a narrow glimpse of dark-dyed hair. she doesn't quite look like herself any longer, but those bright blue eyes remain to unmistakably tully. and perhaps her fear still registers with the same stilted appearance. at first, she's seen only for a moment and then the communicator shows nothing but bare ceiling -- as though she shoves the viewing-piece away from herself.

upon waking today, she'd never expected to see her lord husband. old knots return to her stomach, and all the good progress made this past moon on the marsiva comes undone. ]

[ she wishes she could ignore him altogether, but bran has gone and been the bold one. although she wants little more than to curl up and ignore tyrion, she recognizes the narrow burgeoning duty she has to her own blood -- blood that lives, contrary to what had been her belief for so long.

at the very least, she needs to broker some uneasy truce between herself and the imp. they owe each other that much after their flight from the city. after all, sansa alone knows the reason why he'd been painted with such an unlucky brush. ]

My lord. [ soft, tentative, and scared above all. ] My lord, I can't make promises about the wine -- but there are other good beverages here, and kind souls quite willing to furnish them.

[ she almost calls them servants, but stops herself at the last heartbeat. ]

[ Nyssa has entered wherever Tyrion is, her footsteps and the swish of her uniform utterly silent, and stays out of sight, addressing him only when he finishes. ]

You seek wine, I seek knives. Perhaps we can help each other.

Well I will keep that in mind. If we need a rise in our popularity, I will simply cut the engines off and we shall see what happens. Then you shall have the opportunity to show off your ... piloting skills, yes?

[Oh, he is now going to move this to a 'two glasses of wine' situation. His small fingers curl around his beard as his mind rushes forward.]

I shall gladly keep my tongue if you keep yours. I have a feeling that neither one of us would be popular in Kings Landing right now.

[Mis-matched eyes narrow in concern.]

You have a protector here? Your ... Hodor?

It's actually a pretty brilliant plan, if you think about it. Risk aside.

I mean, they can't afford to kill us all off, right? It would force them to show their hand. Our kidnapper's, I mean. They'd have to intervene. So either they would come to us, or... they would show us how far their power really extends.

I can't believe nobody's thought of it before.

[Oh look, another alien being! This one has ... glowing blue fire crawling up his neck. Fascinating. Of course he is an ugly little dwarf with half a nose, so why mince on looks?]

You sir, are a generous soul beyond measure. Is there something you might wish in return? I have little but skill and wit to barter with at this moment ... but a Lannister always pays his debts.

[Ah, and now here is a soul that Tyrion feels an instant connection with. It is easy to see the broken ones. His expression softens, and his bow has less flair but more sincerity.]

Ser Lupin, I would be in your debt - and a Lannister always pays his debts - so whatever I can do to repay this kindness ... within my somewhat limited capacities, I shall. Please, come and let us visit.

[He looks around his simple cot, amusement flashing over his face.] I seem to be as ready to entertain as I ever am, considering the circumstances.

[Ah, and here is a face that Tyrion knows well. Noble and very, very slick. Tyrion will keep an eye on this one - with interest.]

Good eve to you, Ser Han ... the answer to my first question is, alas, sadly what I thought it might be. Entertainment varies across worlds, it seems, but blood and destruction always reign supreme. As for the second - I have had piss-poor wine in my day. As needs meet, you see. Even a homely woman is inviting in the dark.

[Alarm flashes through him -- but he would know her eyes anywhere. Especially that look of fear ... and his own stomach twists inside of him. By the Seven, is Joffrey here? No, no, if he was then Bran would have been much more on edge ...]

[ ... Yes, it is her. Her hair is dyed darkly, but there it is. The lovely blue eyes, the milk pale skin, smooth. The dignified expression, even through terror, steel underneath all that loviliness. One corner of his mouth curved up sadly - she would still survive all the Lannisters, and whatever else had been thrown in her way. She was a Wolf, after all.

So he bows, deeply and with more respect than anyone else here, outside of Bran.] My lady, I shall be happy to accept whatever generosity this place provides.

[He looks at her for a long moment, before he lets out a slow sigh. Still a child, in a woman's body.] Ease yourself, Sansa Stark. I did you no harm in Kings Landing, and I would not do so here. In fact, shall we consider any ... marital agreements between us as simply polite indications that we are family, and nothing more? And in your family - rarer parts of mine - we protect one another. I owe that much to Jon Snow ... and to you.

Edited 2015-11-09 11:57 (UTC)

[He is only going to jump a little - when he hears a woman's voice behind him.

All right, and he may have gone for some sort of weapon. Women have not exactly been kind to him as of late - outside of Daenerys not having him fed to a lion. If she had known who he was, that might have ended differently.]

[His gaze narrows, as he keeps his distance away from the admittedly beautiful and probably going to get him killed, woman.] Perhaps we can ... although I look for only one or two glasses of wine. I need to keep my mind sharp, after all. Will you settle for one or two knives?

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