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[goodjob]

Who: Fiona Gallagher and you.
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: the Marsiva
When: 1/20

[The camera manages to catch Fiona waking up with an angry yelp before she stumbles furiously out of bed, and off screen. Something like a muffled scream can be heard, but not seen. She's gone for a fair amount of time before she returns to addresse the camera directly.]

[She looks tired, a breath away from haggard. Her voice is harsh.] I feel like my room's been downgraded. What are our coordinates? [She frowns, scratches the back of her neck.] Where are we? And... how long's it been since the fire?

[That out of the way, she relaxes and asks in a more conversational tone:] And has anybody got a smoke? I'm definitely not quitting now. [She rolls her eyes.]

Oh, and Adrien, you owe me a drink. [Muttered:] At least.

[Anyone who wants to find Fiona on the bridge of the Marsiva is welcome to do so! They can find her when she just woke up, when she went off screen to scream into a pillow, or after the message when she'll be spending her time inspecting everything, and trying to find some cigarettes.]

Comments

[goodjob]

Yeah? [She kind of stares, thinking. Keep an open mind, Fiona.] What, is that special knowledge or something? We get PBS.

[sandhate]

I can make up names too, you know.

1/2.

[goodjob]

[goodjob]

Okay, prove it.

[sandhate]

[ HUTTESE? ]

[goodjob]

What the fuck.

[sandhate]

[ fucking eye rolls. ] What is PBS?

[goodjob]

[Rubs face.] Public broadcast network. Free educational programming.

[sandhate]

See, that wasn't so hard.

And it's not special knowledge. But someone who've been around off-worlders might know. Or might be more comfortable with naming planets, stars and galaxies.

[goodjob]

I can name the planets fine, but I dunno the nearby stars or anything like that. I can do constellations, but those don't look the same from space. [...] Right?

[sandhate]

No, that doesn't work. Constellations doesn't mean anything when you can be looking at it from all angles.

You could be from another universe entirely.

[goodjob]

I probably am. We don't have jedis in my universe.

[sandhate]

You said you met a Jedi once. How did that happen? What's their name?

[goodjob]

I worked for a company that needed me to hop around galaxies and I met a lot of people. There was a giant robot and a superhero and lots of funny crap. And there was a guy - and don't laugh, this was really his real name - he called himself Obi-Wan Kenobi.

1/2

[sandhate]

[ What. ]

2/2

[sandhate]

You're sure his name is Obi-Wan Kenobi.

[goodjob]

Yeah- company I worked with, it had really good information, like... I don't know, they were just never wrong. Maybe you had to be there. [Talking about this calms her a bit. She settles down with a quiet sort of ease.] He was a real nice guy, anyway. Good conversation, real calm; I liked him. Fucking obsessed with tea, though.

[sandhate]

[ Exudes calm, charming to even the lowest of the low, and obsessed with tea? ]

That's Obi-Wan. He's my Master.

[goodjob]

Oh- oh, yeah! [She snaps her fingers, like she's just remembered something.] He said something about that! About how calling people 'master' wasn't a weird slave thing, it had to do with teachers. He talked about his teacher, I don't remember his name. It was Chinese or something.

[sandhate]

[ omfg fiona. ] Qui-Gon Jinn, he was my original Master before he died.

I don't remember Obi-Wan ever talking about working for a company. We, the Jedi, don't work for anyone.

[goodjob]

Yeah! That was his name! [She's grinning, ear to ear.] You really did know him, huh? I guess you weren't kidding about the jedi thing.

[Which is hilariously weird, but whatever.]

[Still, she'll be more patient, more honest, for a friend of Obi-Wan's.] It was... the situation was bad. And the way they worked... If Obi-Wan got out after I died, it might be that he couldn't talk about it. For everybody's safety. Or it could be more weird time shit, I don't know. That happens. Or doubles-- there's some bitch running around with my face here.

[sandhate]

[ He shakes his head and dismisses the burst of worry that Obi-Wan is hiding something from him, again. He holds his hands up, stopping her: ]

Hold on! You died?

Start from the beginning.

[goodjob]

Uh- yeah. [This brings her up a little short. She wasn't expecting anyone to care, but especially not this jackhole.]

[Who is a friend of-- trained by-- Obi-Wan. So maybe he's not as much of an ass as he seems.] It's a long story. Probably boring. The company I worked for stopped on a planet, pissed off the natives, so they attacked, and... [She shrugs.] Obi-Wan wasn't captured.

[sandhate]

[ He shrugs ] It's not like I have anything else to do.

[ He does. Like fly the ship, deal with his family crisis but you know. This is easier, probably ]

Obviously, since he's here, on one of the ships. I know just about everything that Obi-Wan does [ that's probably an exaggeration ] and he hasn't ever mentioned you before.

[goodjob]

He is? [She perks up a bit.] Eh, makes sense. He had a lot going on- he mentioned a war? It's not like we became best friends or anything, I just liked talking to him. [She shrugs.]

What do you even want to know?