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driftfleet2015-12-28 08:41 pm
imahologram) wrote in driftfleet2015-12-28 08:41 pm
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Who: Leia Organa & you (yes, you)
Action: The Marsiva. Up, down, and all around.
When: December 28th
[To suggest Leia is annoyed with her presence on the Marsiva is to commit gross understatement. After years of struggle, the Rebel Alliance has fatally crippled the Empire, and the Republic of old is within their grasp--and here she is, trapped in an enormous holo-serial untold light years away.
She could scream. She really could.
Her first thought, once she's aware of the communications network, is to seek information that way. Without more knowledge of this place and the 'Atroma' keeping them captive, however, it seems unwise to call quite that much attention to her initial inquiries if she can help it. Atroma (the Atroma?) is supposedly recording their every move, but she's not about to make it any easier for it (them?) to sort through hours of footage to find the interesting bits. Irritation is no excuse for carelessness.
So she swallows back her frustration for the moment and talks to the people she meets on deck. Smalltalk--how are you, have you been here long, so on and so forth. And sprinkled in occasionally, the big question:]
What do you think of the Fleet?
Action: The Marsiva. Up, down, and all around.
When: December 28th
[To suggest Leia is annoyed with her presence on the Marsiva is to commit gross understatement. After years of struggle, the Rebel Alliance has fatally crippled the Empire, and the Republic of old is within their grasp--and here she is, trapped in an enormous holo-serial untold light years away.
She could scream. She really could.
Her first thought, once she's aware of the communications network, is to seek information that way. Without more knowledge of this place and the 'Atroma' keeping them captive, however, it seems unwise to call quite that much attention to her initial inquiries if she can help it. Atroma (the Atroma?) is supposedly recording their every move, but she's not about to make it any easier for it (them?) to sort through hours of footage to find the interesting bits. Irritation is no excuse for carelessness.
So she swallows back her frustration for the moment and talks to the people she meets on deck. Smalltalk--how are you, have you been here long, so on and so forth. And sprinkled in occasionally, the big question:]
What do you think of the Fleet?
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[This was true when Atroma first brought him here, though maybe not so much anymore. Regardless, he waves one hand at the camera, like it isn't important.]
Don't worry, everyone gets the puddings when they get assigned a ship. You'll see what I mean.
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[All right, she's not laying as low as she originally intended. Sometimes it's hard not to call a spade a spade.]
I'll wait with bated breath. [Dryly.]
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[He agrees with her, at least, on the principle of the thing. He might say he doesn't have the luxury or the energy for principles much, these days, but no one should ever listen to what he says, anyway.]
Still, speaking as a purveyor of various jail cells of all kinds, I can tell you that this is a very nice one. I've never gotten paid to be locked up before! Maybe if they'd done that at the last one it wouldn't have been such a pain in my arse.
[It absolutely still would have been.]
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[Her voice is rather dry, but let's be real here, it's not like she's about to judge...depending on the reason. This isn't Leia's first time around, either.]
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Unfortunately. Apostate, is the word, though they like to tack on "fugitive" to the start of it sometimes to make me sound more menacing. People like me aren't really allowed to not be locked up, and those of us that take issue with it, well. [He shrugs, smile bright.] Can't say I don't have an interesting story or twelve.