video/action;

[firstrebel]

Who: Hera and YOU!
Broadcast: Video; fleetwide.
Action: The Marsiva hospitality deck.
When: January 4

[ Well, this is clearly a ship, in space, but it's not the Ghost, or any other ship she might be familiar with. It also clearly isn't an Imperial Star Destroyer - if Hera had been captured by the Empire, she'd be really obviously in a prison cell, or worse. Plus, there are no stormtroopers in sight. So, probably not Empire, but probably not the rebellion, either.

Other than that, it could be just about anyone holding her. And she needs to get more information on the situation. A number of possibilities present themselves - she could keep her head down, sneak around, and see if she can eavesdrop it. Or she could play the wide-eyed innocent, and use this handy-dandy video link she seems to be equipped with (seriously, who gives a captive a comm link anyway?)

The comm could be some kind of trick or trap, but Hera trusts her own resourcefulness, so eventually, she flips it on. ]

Uh, hello? I think there might've been a misunderstanding of some sort, here. I've lost track of my ship - were we supposed to go through some kind of inspection?

[ Hera Syndulla: Totally Innocent Freighter Pilot. ]

Comments

[firstrebel]

[ Hera scowls at that, and shakes her head. ]

This whole thing is ridiculous.

[nextlineis]

Most parts of it kinda are, but not all of it.

[This is probably the most serious he's sounded since he started talking to her. While he tends to have a tongue-in-cheek playfulness about him, it melts away in favor of some maturity he probably shouldn't have yet.]

[firstrebel]

Not all, huh?

[ Unlike him, she's not really one to pry, though she'll sort of leave that open in case he does want to elaborate. ]

[nextlineis]

I mean, I guess I'm kinda biased since I've got friends and family from back home here, but that part's not so bad to me. It's been a while since we've all been in the same place.

[firstrebel]

I can see how that would be a comfort.

[ Hera smiles at him. ] I have people back home I'm worried about, though.

[nextlineis]

Worried they can't make it without you?

[firstrebel]

Worried they'll get into trouble. A couple of them are just kids.

[nextlineis]

How old are you anyway?

[firstrebel]

[ Hera laughs. ]

What kind of question is that?

[nextlineis]

What? [Joseph blinks and then--] Oh. Sorry. You just called 'em kids and you don't look old by human standards anyway.

[firstrebel]

Well, that's flattering, but I am an adult. At least, by the standards of my species.

[nextlineis]

How old would you be if you were equating it to human years then?

[firstrebel]

About 25. You really are a curious one, aren't you?

[nextlineis]

There aren't a lot of different species of people where I'm from and aliens are only something you read about in comic books!

[A beat because it takes a second to occur to him.]

I'm not annoying you, am I?

[firstrebel]

Mm, no. If you were, I'd... stop talking to you.

[ That would be easy enough to do, anyway. ]

How old are you?

[nextlineis]

Nineteen.

[He says this with the pride of a five year old declaring themselves five and a half.]

[firstrebel]

Well, that's... impressive.

[ She has no idea where she was even going with that, except to gently drive home to him that asking a person's age is kind of pointless. ]

[nextlineis]

[The point probably would have still flown over his head, let's be honest here.]

Yeah, my boyfriend gave me a pretty good birthday party. You missed out!

[firstrebel]

Now that is too bad, I like a good party.

[ It gets a genuine smile from Hera, too. ]