driftfleet | 01 ★ video & action

Who: Padme Amidala
Broadcast: Fleet-wide
Action: The Marsiva
When: Jan 19th, evening

[ It's cold.

That's the first thing Padmé thinks in her half-awake state. It's cold like metal, like space. Whatever she's laying on is lumpy and uneven. Some part of her mind thinks wake up, you're in danger!.

Her eyes snap open and she sits up quickly. Her body is tense, like she's ready to run or fight at a moment's notice. Her elegant headdress and long robes might make it a bit more difficult, but Padmé is used to them. She scans the room for threats, and her eyes settle on a device not too far away. It's unfamiliar, but she knows it's a recording device transmitting to nearby ships. It unsettles her that she knows that but not how she got here.

She could turn off the feed if she chose but she might as well try to communicate. Whoever is watching already know she's here. Padmé sits up straight, trying her best to look confident and approachable. As she speaks, it's clear she's choosing her words carefully. ]

Hello, everyone. [ She realizes that she has no idea who she's addressing, only that she's speaking to someone. Or many someones. ] My name is Padmé. [ She carefully uses her first name, rather than Senator Amidala. On the off-chance these people don't know that she's a Senator, she doesn't want to tip them off. ] I would greatly appreciate any information about my current situation. I'm afraid my memory is rather vague.

If the people in charge are receiving this, I would appreciate the opportunity to speak with you.

[ She doubts she'll get a reply, but she says it anyway. Although it irritates her to no end, she's careful to avoid inflammatory words like 'kidnapping' or 'hostage.' She's decidedly Not Happy about any of this, but her political poker face is strong enough to hide it from people. Most people. ]

Thank you.

[ She shuts off the feed and her expression shifts from careful calm to determination. Kidnapping Padmé Amidala? Never ends well. ]

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[ Well. At least she's honest. ]

Are you another [ kidnapee ] passenger?

[ She hears the hidden question, but doesn't acknowledge it. ]

Yes. I have been here for a few months, though not as long as some others.

Do you know the longest that anyone has been here?

[ She imagines they're far from Republic territory, though these kidnappers would have had to take her from Coruscant unnoticed. Not an easy feat. She hasn't heard anything about mass kidnappings, but perhaps knowing a timeframe will jog her memory. ]

The longest I know of is a little over half a year.

[ Half a year, half a year. No, nothing. Then again, the galaxy is in turmoil and it's rather difficult to keep track of everything. ]

Where are they taking us?

That, I do not know. We are subject to their whims, but we are often merely left to our own devices.

I haven't seen a single crew member, come to think of it. Is the ship automated?

[ Strange to capture them and not have any jailers. Not that she's complaining. ]

Yes, it seems so. The other ships are not.

[ She wonders why all of the ships aren't automated-- it defies common sense, though it seems that there's little sense to any of this. ]

Then we are in charge of the other ships, if the Atroma don't interfere?

With limits, yes.

What sort of limits?

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