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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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For someone who's walked everywhere the first twenty plus years of her life, it's kind of helpful to suddenly sort of know how to drive these things. I mean, I'm not a pilot, so I guess that's not my job, but most of this would be completely over my head otherwise.
[ Twenty plus, she says, but she doesn't look a day older than sixteen. ]