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song_of_iceWho: Jon Snow & Open
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: N/A
When: 8/11
[The shouts of the Northern men was still ringing in his ears as he opened his eyes, the quiet of the ship piercing through him. The familiar stones of Wintefell were replaced by steel and machinery he didn't recognize but for some reason understood...at least in passing. Space, ships and other information he had never considered before were fresh in his mind. The darkness beyond the windows was not so mysterious or strange, though it still filled him with the same awe he felt when he stood atop the Wall for the first time.
It took time for his current imprisonment and state to at least hit him, the shock slowly wearing off the longer he sat in silence. After a few hours, he felt ready to turn to the network for the answers he wouldn't find on the Marsiva.]
My name is Jon Snow.
[There seemed little reason to ask about escape, as it seemed there were so many still here. If they could leave by their own will, they would have by now.]
Who are the men that have captured us? Are they taking us somewhere in particular or is this holding cell meant to travel without destination?
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: N/A
When: 8/11
[The shouts of the Northern men was still ringing in his ears as he opened his eyes, the quiet of the ship piercing through him. The familiar stones of Wintefell were replaced by steel and machinery he didn't recognize but for some reason understood...at least in passing. Space, ships and other information he had never considered before were fresh in his mind. The darkness beyond the windows was not so mysterious or strange, though it still filled him with the same awe he felt when he stood atop the Wall for the first time.
It took time for his current imprisonment and state to at least hit him, the shock slowly wearing off the longer he sat in silence. After a few hours, he felt ready to turn to the network for the answers he wouldn't find on the Marsiva.]
My name is Jon Snow.
[There seemed little reason to ask about escape, as it seemed there were so many still here. If they could leave by their own will, they would have by now.]
Who are the men that have captured us? Are they taking us somewhere in particular or is this holding cell meant to travel without destination?
