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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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[in spite of his evident anger, she has to stop herself from smiling at that last statement. LIKE ANY JEDI ANYWHERE DOES THAT.]
I can tell you don't want to keep talking about this, but just so you know--if you recognize me, you'll also remember that I'm not good at staying out of its.
[just, you know. for future reference there.]
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He'll remember that. He has a feeling he'll need to hear it later. ]
You're a Jedi Master who is unfamiliar with the Order that exists for me and Ahsoka. I can't tell you what to do but I'm telling you now that this matter is over.
[ Reciting Obi-Wan's words: ]
What ever happened then can't be changed. And we need to be at peace with that.
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Hey, don't call me a Jedi Master until some old lady version of me comes along.
I know things are different in the future--probably in good ways too--and what's done can't be undone. Just don't be so eager to close the book.
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