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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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Fine. I don't want to talk about this anymore.
[ End feed. ]
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[And then she's cut off.
There's a surge of emotions through their bond-- anger and frustration, but also pain, hurt, betrayal, confusion-- before Ahsoka roughly severs it and shuts down.]