driftfleet | Bobby B

Who: Robert Baratheon
Broadcast: Fleetwide video.
Action: The Marsiva
When: Soon.

[The camera catches view of a man who is as thick as he is tall standing in front of the massive windows that separate the safety of the Marsiva from the inhospitable void of space on the other side of it. For many, this would be a breathtaking view of the cosmos. The King saw it only as a nuisance. Dressed in rich silk and velvet with a antlered crown on his head, Robert Baratheon was no man to be toyed with and he was eager to be free, even if he could not fully comprehend what he was seeing. He had never been a learned man and the concept of space itself was so far beyond his sphere of experience. He saw nothing but a night sky and though he could not see the ground, that only posed a problem to be solved later.

Later meaning after he had broken through the glass with a chair that he had caused significant damage to by beating it repeatedly against the window. With each thrust he roared in something between fury and excitement.]

That's right! Try and cage me, you bastards! Do you think this metal prison can hold me? Come now! Have at me!

[Yet for all his bravado and effort, the window did not even crack. Besides that, he was not so fit as he was in his youth. Winded and exhausted, he eventually righted the dented chair so he could sit on it instead. Only then did he turn his attention back to the communicator. He could not say why or how, but he understood that it was meant for communicating. He twisted in his hands a few times before deciding to play the fool and speak into it.]

...well? Does this damned bloody thing work or not?

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[Normally he'd wouldn't really speak to a complete stranger that seems so aggressive, but this is kind of a special situation.]

The communicator is working.

It's best if you don't make any further attempts to break the windows; it would likely be fatal if you succeeded.

[Maybe Atroma has a way of safeguarding that sort of thing, but it's probably best not to take the chance.]

Yes, boy. I know. All that poison air. I've heard it told already. It will take more than chairs to break through there.

[For want of a hammer. He's certain that would break through, though he's less certain in the wisdom of that.]

[...What have people been telling you.]

It isn't poison air, but a lack of air entirely.

[Clearly this is the important thing to focus on here.]

Enough, boy. I've heard enough about air to last me a lifetime already. Don't you have anything more useful to say?

[He blinks once, a little taken aback.]

I... That depends on what you would consider useful.

[A way out. Only he's heard enough times now that it isn't viable. So...]

A brothel would make for a start. Or do we only find whores when we make port?

[That... Earns another blink, and dead silence for several seconds. He's seen a lot of weird stuff and been asked for a lot of weird information, but he thinks this might win for questions he never expected to have posed to him.]

That is not my area of expertise.

[Abort, abort, where is his computer when he needs something to hide behind.]

Likely not. How old are you, boy?

[He's never been a good judge of age to begin with, but these videos only make it harder.]

Fourteen.

[He's surprisingly enough not been asked that many times so far, though he looks even younger in person from being somewhat short for his age.]

Four and ten, is it? That's a man grown or near enough as to make no matter. Old enough to have known a woman's touch.

[Robert was experimenting well before that. But then, he had been an early bloomer.]

[Oh god where's the nearest airlock.

He's far too polite a person to say any of the things coming to mind, but he's too bad of a liar to make up an excuse to get out of this conversation. So the truth with just the tiniest hint of dryness to his tone will have to do for now.]

My attention is typically needed elsewhere.

[Also girls are scary.]

[Robert chuckles, though not mean spirited.]

You needn't be shy of it, boy. Not unless it's other boys you fancy.

[Koushirou's not as thrown by this comment since he's heard it before, though he does sound faintly exasperated now underneath the quiet politeness.]

Even were that the case, my attention would still be needed elsewhere.

I'm sure you understand having pressing responsibilities.

[He's an adult, so. Surely he has some responsibilities.]

More than you do, boy. I've a kingdom to rule, but I'm here all the same. What is it that so demands your time?

[Oh, well, that's interesting.]

You're a king?

[He's not even intentionally dodging the question, just distracted by this new information.]

Do you think I wear this crown to keep the shade from my eyes?

[He pulls off the antlered crown if only to glare at it. He'd gladly trade it for a weapon just now. This lump of gold is as good as useless right now.]

[He considers how to respond to that for a moment.]

You are the first individual I've met that wears a crown and actually has reason to do so.

[So it is kind of a surprise.]

Am I? And what reason did these others have for it?

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