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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[ Ohhhhh, great. Another one. Hera sighs, and pinches the bridge of her nose. ]

Clone Wars?

Yes. [ That expression does not bode well. ]

But if you believe there is an empire strong enough to do anything approaching this, it would be nice to know.

It's what used to be the Republic, so I guess that's your call. But I don't think the Empire is behind this.

[ She waves her hand to indicate them, and the ships they're on. ]

But who knows who or what the Atroma are.

[ A long, long pause. ]

I'm sorry, what the Republic 'used to be?'

[ Hera lets out a sigh, and pinches the bridge of her nose. She knows, logically, that this woman will find out, one way or another, but she still doesn't like being the one to have to tell her. ]

As in, it doesn't exist anymore in my time. Not in practice, anyway.

[ Padmé shakes her head in disbelief. That's insane. The Republic is weakened but to be replaced by an Empire? No one would stand for that.

She's so inundated with information that she's hit a mental wall. ]

That's... [ impossible? No. ] hard to believe.

I know. [ Because you're not the first person she's had to explain this to. ]

I'm afraid I can't give you too many details. I was pretty young when it happened.

It may be for the best. I already know quite a lot about the future.

[ Suddenly adult children? Suddenly adult children. ]

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For what it's worth, I'm sorry.

[ Her smile is all sadness. ]

I'm sorry you have to live with it.

Me? I'm used to it. You don't have to feel bad for me.

[ Her heart hurts. It hurts that Hera and the galaxy have come to see tyranny as an everyday thing, a part of life. ]

I... think I need a little time. But thank you for your help.

[ Hera nods, understanding. ]

Sure. If you need anything - just let me know.

Thank you.

Take care, Hera.

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