( video + action )

[mucked]

Who: Peggy Carter and YOU
Broadcast: Video; fleetwide.
Action: Starstruck
When: 27th; evening.

Anyone fancy a flutter? [ a brief, honeyed smile. ] We haven't got horses to bet upon, so I suppose dice and cards shall have to do. And if we can see fit to justify a Christmas Day, I imagine we can also decide upon a New Year's Eve.

[ she looks squarely into the network's broadcast. firm, electronic eye contact with any and all watching. ]

Four days from now on the Iskaulit. Come with credits -- or whatever else you deem valuable enough to wager -- and help us fleece poor Jim Barnes of his hard-earned wages.

[ afterwards, she can be found fiddling with the comms panels on the starstruck. she isn't particularly certain of what she's doing, but it's better than being idle. and she might as well try and put her bloody awful augment to work. over the next two hours, some ships may experience odd and incomplete burst messages as she tests frequencies, filters, and broadcast capabilities. ]

Comments

[falconing]

[ ah, right. she's military. ]

Never been through training, or any military. All my training's strictly illicit and off the books.

[ aka total criminal whoops ]

[mucked]

-- Some of the best training usually is. [ a beat. ] Off the books.

[falconing]

Glad we're in agreement, soldier.

[ but while han would usually sound trite, his tone has an undercurrent of respect. ]

That being said, I'm still going to kick your ass in cards.

[mucked]

Ex-soldier, actually. War's over and I don't wear the uniform any longer. Thank heavens. Olive drab is a notoriously difficult colour to accessorize.

[falconing]

[ ha ]

Our pilot uniforms were orange.

[ so

could be worse. ]

[mucked]

[ she sucks a breath through her teeth. ]

Oh, you poor creatures. [ but wait! ] Since when does anyone brought up off-the-books wear a uniform?

[falconing]

I don't wear that damn thing.

[ over his dead body!! ]

But our... lesser off-the-books pilots do.

[mucked]

[ oh, don't make her laugh at you. poor captain solo. ]

What does that make you, then? [ eyebrows up. ] King Pilot?

[ blimey. lesser pilots. he had some mouth on him. ]

[falconing]

General.

[ xo ]

But I like the sound of King Pilot.

[mucked]

[ sorry, han darling, but: ] What? Who thought it was such a fine idea to make you a general?

[ it's not that she doubts him. it's that generals are usually far less...fun and interesting. ]

[falconing]

Hell if I know, but that's what they gave me.

[ with a grin. he can take it, thank you. ]

[mucked]

Perhaps it was meant merely as an honourary title, then. Cosmetic, like.

[ a toothy-grin. ]

[falconing]

Funny.

[ with a grin in return ]

But I like to think I earned it.