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driftfleet2016-01-01 10:53 am
falconing) wrote in driftfleet2016-01-01 10:53 am
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Who: Han Solo [falconing] and YOU.
Broadcast: Network-wide!
Action: The Huntress.
When: Now!
[ han solo, on board the huntress, has had a tumultuous week. nothing in comparison to his friends (though, really, if his long-lost family showed up here, han probably wouldn't be able to recognize them, let alone marginally care), but tiring all the same. he's been collecting information from passerby and explored arslae quite a bit. now, he's ready to talk on the network.
of sorts, anyway.
han is sitting at his pilot station in the huntress, and there are some missing panels and things being rearranged and han setting up his chair just the way he likes it. there's no chewbacca here (annoyingly, and, if han admits it, depressingly), so han is doing the work on his own. with some interruptions.
after a moment or two of thinking, han decides to speak.
(if he were smart, he would've figured out what he wanted to say beforehand, but that shit isn't for corellian smugglers.) ]
So I guess I've been assigned to the Huntress, and I've met most of you on board so far... but greetings, salutations, whatever. I'm Han Solo, your new pilot. I'd apologize for the mess, but you'll thank me later.
[ probably. if he doesn't blow up the ship first. ]
I've got a few questions about this Fleet -- one, how many people around here have actually set foot off planet before coming here? Two, any of you know how to fly a ship before getting here? Second part -- who here is a pilot? And three, if any of you have seen a Wookiee by the name of Chewbacca -- he's tall, furry, growls a lot, might've threatened to kill you once or twice -- steer him in my direction. He's harmless. Mostly.
[ han seems to be ready to leave it there, but he glances toward his station before resettling his focus on the camera with a grin, eyes bright. to those who know han solo, esteemed general of the rebellion and captain of the millennium falcon, you can almost be guaranteed what is about to come out of his mouth is no good. ]
So who wants to test out how fast these buckets of bolts can go?
[ confirmed. ]
falconing] and YOU.Broadcast: Network-wide!
Action: The Huntress.
When: Now!
[ han solo, on board the huntress, has had a tumultuous week. nothing in comparison to his friends (though, really, if his long-lost family showed up here, han probably wouldn't be able to recognize them, let alone marginally care), but tiring all the same. he's been collecting information from passerby and explored arslae quite a bit. now, he's ready to talk on the network.
of sorts, anyway.
han is sitting at his pilot station in the huntress, and there are some missing panels and things being rearranged and han setting up his chair just the way he likes it. there's no chewbacca here (annoyingly, and, if han admits it, depressingly), so han is doing the work on his own. with some interruptions.
after a moment or two of thinking, han decides to speak.
(if he were smart, he would've figured out what he wanted to say beforehand, but that shit isn't for corellian smugglers.) ]
So I guess I've been assigned to the Huntress, and I've met most of you on board so far... but greetings, salutations, whatever. I'm Han Solo, your new pilot. I'd apologize for the mess, but you'll thank me later.
[ probably. if he doesn't blow up the ship first. ]
I've got a few questions about this Fleet -- one, how many people around here have actually set foot off planet before coming here? Two, any of you know how to fly a ship before getting here? Second part -- who here is a pilot? And three, if any of you have seen a Wookiee by the name of Chewbacca -- he's tall, furry, growls a lot, might've threatened to kill you once or twice -- steer him in my direction. He's harmless. Mostly.
[ han seems to be ready to leave it there, but he glances toward his station before resettling his focus on the camera with a grin, eyes bright. to those who know han solo, esteemed general of the rebellion and captain of the millennium falcon, you can almost be guaranteed what is about to come out of his mouth is no good. ]
So who wants to test out how fast these buckets of bolts can go?
[ confirmed. ]
no subject
Very good. One enemy less to worry over.
[Robb answers the sigh with one of his own.]
I have heard that it is not easy. But is it truly impossible? I wonder... [But how to escape space? Mayhaps they just had to find the right planet.] Are there maps? Of space?
no subject
[ at once. ]
And there's maps, star charts, the works, but none of 'em seem to be mapping out where we are now.
no subject
[Robb takes a step forward.]
There is nothing? [He points at one of the screens.] They could be inside one of those.
no subject
Trust me, they're not.
[ he's still getting used to people who have literally no idea what technology is ]
I've searched the databases of the ship twice over. We've got what we're given, and that's it.
no subject
So I take that is nothing. [He huffs, not satisfied.] It would heighten the entertainment they wish to see. A bunch of lackwits on a ship floating through space, not knowing where to go to.
[Gods, he wants to go home and fight his own war.]
no subject
[ pointedly ]
But you've got a point, it's probably all for entertainment on their end. It'd be no fun for them if everybody knew how to fly the hell out of here.
no subject
[Robb smiles a small smile.]
I wonder what will happen if we are not entertaining enough. [Would they dispose of them?] We are being held hostage here. [If the lords of Atroma would hand him over to Joffrey they would get a large amount of coin, he is sure of it. But apparently they are not after that.]
Mayhaps one day we will be able to escape. [He just got here but he is already thinking of taking his siblings and get away.] I hope for you as well. [Robb nods deeply and takes a step backwards, inching towards the door.]