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driftfleet2015-12-17 09:52 pm
sandhate) wrote in driftfleet2015-12-17 09:52 pm
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Who: Anakin
Broadcast: Fleetwide video
Action: Marsiva - Hospitality Deck
When: Dec. 17th
[ His first moments of waking up are pretty typical; groggy mumbling, hands and arms flapping around and a jerk that brings him upright then standing. Something... feels wrong. ]
Wha- Where am I?
[ His hands goes to his belt, only to grasp at air. It's alright, don't panic. It's not the first time he lost his lightsaber, not the first time he's gotten a concussion with the foggy space in his memory either. He checks his right arm, gripping it along the junction where durasteel meets flesh while he takes in his surroundings.
He scowls at the video feed that looks particularly turned on. But he doesn't care about that now. His arm is brought close to his face, and his own Jedi commlink beeps. ]
Obi-Wan? [ Nothing. ] Artoo, come in. [ More nothing. ] This is Anakin Skywalker, requesting emergency-- [ An odd electrical sound and click later, he sighs. ]
Great. I better not have to ask Obi-Wan to pick me up.
[ The same arm reaches out towards the ship's communicator and it flies to into his fist. Now, the feed points away from him and through his point of view as he scans the Hospitality deck. ]
What is ... this ship? [ The communicator shuffles. ] Where is this transmitting to?
Broadcast: Fleetwide video
Action: Marsiva - Hospitality Deck
When: Dec. 17th
[ His first moments of waking up are pretty typical; groggy mumbling, hands and arms flapping around and a jerk that brings him upright then standing. Something... feels wrong. ]
Wha- Where am I?
[ His hands goes to his belt, only to grasp at air. It's alright, don't panic. It's not the first time he lost his lightsaber, not the first time he's gotten a concussion with the foggy space in his memory either. He checks his right arm, gripping it along the junction where durasteel meets flesh while he takes in his surroundings.
He scowls at the video feed that looks particularly turned on. But he doesn't care about that now. His arm is brought close to his face, and his own Jedi commlink beeps. ]
Obi-Wan? [ Nothing. ] Artoo, come in. [ More nothing. ] This is Anakin Skywalker, requesting emergency-- [ An odd electrical sound and click later, he sighs. ]
Great. I better not have to ask Obi-Wan to pick me up.
[ The same arm reaches out towards the ship's communicator and it flies to into his fist. Now, the feed points away from him and through his point of view as he scans the Hospitality deck. ]
What is ... this ship? [ The communicator shuffles. ] Where is this transmitting to?
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[Have a tired-looking young man on the video screen, Anakin, smiling at you faintly.]
Or perhaps disquieting would be the better term. Do you have any other questions?
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[ He's just so annoyed but he could try to be pleasant. ]
How do you like the game show? You don't look like you like it. Or it doesn't like you.
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Oh, sorry. I thought you were human. [ Because sickly looking humanoids that are aliens probably exists in this vast universe. ]
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[He hardly seems offended-- not least of which because he actually isn't human, and now it's getting complicated, and just-- moving on.]
In any case: my name is Remus Lupin. I've been on board for about two . . . just about two months, I believe.
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I'm Anakin Skywalker. I'm- I was a General in the Galactic Republic Army, I don't know what I'm supposed to be here.
[ Never mind that he looks way too young to have a title like that, the simplest answer would be Jedi. But... ]
Know anyone who's been here longer?