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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?

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Well, 'pparently we watched by cameras all the time, but for the life of me, I haven't been able to spot 'ny yet. But for the most they just seem to be watchin', for our supposed audience out there.

Other than that, no guards, no fences, nothin' that would seem like we bein' held against our wills.

Well, that's not intrusive. [ He goes through the list of equipment and tech that might go under "microscope cameras" or the like and shakes his head. There's no point in speculating. ]

But we can't do anything about the ship's trajectory. I feel like I'm missing something here. What's the point of all this?

Try not to think too much 'bout it, trust me, don' wanna be questionin' where the cameras be 'nd how often they watch us. [That had done Remy's head in for awhile when he first arrived.]

Plain 'nd simple yet complicated all at the same time, we're 'ntertainment. A whole bunch of people thrown together 'nd sent off play nice, or not so nice, on random planets. 'nything to get ratin's, 'nd if ya popular, the more points ya earn 'nd the more items ya might be gifted.

[ He makes disgusted noise. It's not anything he didn't know but hearing it makes it real and the disbelief disappears. ]

So which one are you? [ He elaborates ] You playing nice or not so nice?

[That was a very good question, one Remy knew the answer to even if he didn't like it. He had accepted it, was playing nice, was ignoring his normal inner voice that was always trying to find an exit.

And that thought alone, that he had given up, it didn't sit well at all.]

This ain't my first time through this kinda thing. Was at a place like this before, spent over a year there. It was on a planet, stuck under a giant dome we couldn't get out of, experimented on physically, mentally, emotionally, 'nd used as soldiers in their wars. I even died once there, 'nd had friends who also died, only to come back with whatever science or magic they used to put us back together.

Thing be, ya get stuck in these places 'long 'nough, ya do stop lookin' for exits. [He then let out a laugh, but nothing in it was happy.] Not that I would have a clue what to do if I did get free here. Where I'm from, we barely have space travel, 'nd it certainly ain't to this level. What do I do? Live out the rest of m' life stuck on some planet 'nd never seein' home again, or hope that maybe they'll get bored of me 'nd 'll get shipped back? [Another pause came from that, thinking to how it had happened at Luceti, how people who came back had lost their memories of being there. Assuming it was the same, he would go back to being what he was like before, he would lose the memories of his friendships he had formed with his ex-'enemies'. Did Remy really want that?]

'nd I ain't sure if 'd even want to leave, knowin' what 'd lose when I left here.

[ It doesn't sit well with him. To be told to sit and play the game, sit and obey. It's understandable, it's an easy solution - the only one that is available to them right now. But how long can he lasts? What if one of his friends-- No, he won't even think it. ]

You've been jumping worlds a lot.

[ Involuntarily, as he understands it. He continues with a more somber tone: ]

We can lose sight of the moment when we focus everything on the future. My Master once told me that we must concentrate on the here and now where it belongs. Your friends here, everything you experience here is as valuable as the ones you would have at home. If you get to go home to old friends, that's great. If you have to stay here with your new ones, that doesn't sound so bad either.

That be some sound advice ya got there, [And pretty close to how Remy typically lived his life, at least until a certain fellow mutant started getting into his head and making him want to try and be a better person. It was so much easier to just act like every day was your last, with no regrets or things to hold you back.] But very easy to forget when ya been away from the normal turmoil for so long.

It all too easy to get comfortable here, in regards to a mind set, don't really call these accommodations comfortable.

It's not home but.

[ A beat. He shrugs ]

It could be worse. This place isn't the worse I've been in.

[A chuckle came from Remy's side of the communicator.] Oui, thats the way to think 'bout this all, makes all a bit easier.

Well, welcome to the fleet, mon ami, 'm sure ya got plenty 'round to give ya a hand as ya need it, but ya welcome to give me a shout if ya need a hand.

A bit goes a long way. Thanks for the info.

[ a beat ]

Hey, wait. I never got your name. I'm Anakin.

Name's Remy, 'nd 'm stationed on the WonderDuck. Good to meet ya Anakin, good luck with ya stay here.