driftfleet | video;

Entry tags:

video;

Who: Kanan Jarrus and you can too!
Broadcast: All
Action: On the Iskaulit
When: If you really try

[Kanan is sitting at the Málum on the Iskaulit, having himself a quiet drink as he contemplates the so-called Space Bar he passed getting to this particular alternate establishment. Neither one were quite like the cantina he used to work in back on Gorse and neither one of them had quite the crowds either. There was always a few here and there, but it would be a real stretch to ever call them packed. Which is what prompts him to take the time to look at the ship rosters.]

I've been looking at the ship rosters today. It looks like all of the ships in this fleet are at max capacity. Is that normal?

[It's not because he was trying to figure out a way to get himself and Hera on the same ship! It was just... professional curiosity. That's all.]

I also didn't bother with an introduction on my last broadcast. My name is Kanan. [And the part where he'd actually give anything about himself is abruptly not included when he decides to end the feed.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ -- peggy knocks back the last mouthful of something that ought to taste like whiskey, but doesn't quite. she isn't drinking alone. or, rather, she clearly hadn't been drinking alone shortly before now. a second glass and a second napkin sit before a skewed chair, but whoever she'd been sharing time with has left before her.

she dabs the corner of a napkin against her lips, and then pulls a pot of rustically manufactured lip colour out of her pocket. the first planet she'd ever been to within this fleet hadn't offered much in the way of cosmetics, but she uses it now to 'touch up' what's been smudged from the rim of her glass. and while she does, she hears a question being asked over by the bar.

peggy waits long enough to let tidy up a few first conversations, then: ] I wonder if it's ever happened before. Over-population, that is. We may be in for a tight few weeks. Months, maybe.

[ a friendly (but distant) smile. peggy gives kanan a brief nod of greeting. ] It's a question worth asking.

[Among the other patrons, she had only earned a passing glance when he'd first settled in for his lonely drink. He hardly even notices her speak up at first or even realize she's even speaking to him. After a second to reprocess her words, he answers with a stiff nod.]

I've been in a stuffed ship before. I don't know these systems well enough to say either way, but sleeping space might be the last of our worries if the air filtration systems can't keep up with the extra bodies.

[ air filtration? it isn't something she considered -- but now that it's brought to her attention, she can feel the full force of its necessity. some days, parsing what comes from her augment and what's from her own knowledge is a surreal affair. ]

So let's hope we're not too far out from the next planet, hm? A chance to stretch our legs.

A warmer planet at that. [He gives his beard a thoughtful stroke - it's intended purpose.] I just don't know if the population of these ships are prepared for having to deal with any kind of rationing. I don't think either of my captains have any real experience out of atmosphere.

[Ships being run by people who'd never left their home planet? Now that was something to be scared of.]

They could yet surprise you. [ she reins in her patience -- because they were all from different walks of life. ] And you may yet learn that those among the fleet who aren't so well acquainted with out-of-atmosphere travel still know a thing or three about rationing.

[But do they know what to ration? Still, she has a point.]

You're right. This place has been full of surprises. My name is Kanan, by the way. Assuming you didn't hear that before.

[ she offers him a hand to shake. ]

I did, but the courtesy remains appreciated. [ a smile. ] Peggy Carter. From the Starstruck.

Edited 2016-01-24 15:22 (UTC)

[Ah, well, there we go then. Kanan picks up his drink and crosses a few stools in order to return that hand shake.]

Pathstone for me. You've been aboard long?

Nearly five months. Some days, it feels like great deal longer.

[ and other, like a great deal less. perspective is a funny beast. ] And yourself?

[ her grip is firm, but without that tell-tale squeeze of possessing something to prove. ]

Edited 2016-01-25 10:59 (UTC)

[His own grip has been loose as she had the look of a woman used to more delicate gestures. A miscalculation maybe, but one that only gets a few fleeting thoughts to realign his perception.]

A few weeks. Not enough to really be able to predict what's supposed to happen next. I'm still waking up most mornings surprised I'm still here.

Edited 2016-01-25 13:39 (UTC)

Ah, yes. That phase.

[ a tight-lipped smile. peggy's still having a hard time treating her bed like her bed. ] I wouldn't worry too much about it. A pattern begins to make itself known rather quickly: planet-or-station, then drift, then planet-or-station, then...well, you can imagine the rest from there.

What- never any moons? Poorly times asteroid fields? Nebula storm? Talk about disappointment.

[ there was a moon, actually. but to the modern 1940s woman, it felt an awful lot like a planet. ]

-- If you ask me, they all sound like wonderful things to avoid. [ ... ] We did have a bit of a battle when I first arrived. Unknown enemy ships.

[An attack... that sounds more like what he's used to.]

Was there any reason given for the attack?

Not that I'm aware of. Communications with the Atroma grew even fuzzier than usual. We evaded, and shortly after that we were all dumped back on the Marsiva while our ships were repaired.

[He scowls.] For all we know, they were trying to liberate us from the real enemy. Just about now, I'd rather an enemy we could fight than all this.

[ peggy still holds out hope that the atroma can be fought in another way -- but she keeps that hunch to herself, feeling it's not so prudent to announce aloud. ]

Perhaps. But firing at us without any attempt at communication hardly seems like the act of a liberator.

No. Not your normal kind of diplomacy, anyway. But hey, I wasn't there. It could have been a lot of reasons.

[But he wants to know the reasons. It's frustrating having questions without answers.]

And, for my part, I'd barely been here all that long. But I was told it had happened before.

I see. [The more he learns about the place, the less he seems to know. Which when he thinks about it, that's probably the kind of thing Yoda would say.]

So what were you before all this? [From some of the things she had said in response to him before, he had a feeling she was from some pre-space world. But that hadn't stopped her from being on top of the situation regardless.]

[ i work for the telephone company is becoming a harder and harder lie to tell -- not least of all because she's beginning to feel for the plight of those caught up in this mess, and sometimes it simply feels better to offer a broader assurance than that. not that many even know what the s.s.r. is. or was. ]

I work for something called the Strategic Science Reserve, [ she explains with trepidation eating into her voice. how ridiculous that she should avoid saying it back home where the acronym had a chance of being known, but owns up to it here where it means nothing. ] Field work, mostly.

[ not so much of late, but she's a field agent at heart. ]

So... you do what, then? Go out and discover things for science?

[From the name, he could only assume it was some sort of scientific exploration detail. He knows that was a big thing back in the early days of the galaxy, but less common under the Empire. At least not in any capacity he was aware of.]

Something like that.

[ but more like she became a wrangler for the discoverers. the sort of person who keeps a careful eye on projects that could have benefited the war effort. and now? well, now it's all about the uncomfortable slow build of a fresh arms race with the soviets. ] How about you? [ she turns the question brusquely back onto him. ] What's a day in the life of you -- back home?

[... well, until now he's been sidestepping this question for the sake of those from his own galaxy. But there's not a whole lot of point in that now.]

Lately, it's been trying to outrun the Empire and trying to slow their influence. There's a handful of us that have banded together in open rebellion. So a day in the life is either smuggling supplies or trying to avoid being shot at. [A shrug.] I guess I'm just a fool for lost causes.

We all love an underdog, Kanan. [ no mister. nothing fancy. after all, it's the name he gave her. and she's beginning to settle into a more casual atmosphere provided by the fleet. pitching herself to its frequency. ] What's this Empire like, then? What makes it worth rebelling against?

action »

action »

action »

action »

action »

action »

action »

action »

action »

action »

action »

action »

action »

action »

action »

action »

action »

action »

action »

action »

action »

action »

action »

action »

action »