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Who: Jaina
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: There's a new engineer joining the Bishop.
When: She might manage to wait five minutes after the latest shuffling.

The layout of these controls don't make any kind of sense. Not by any scheme I've seen on a ship, anyway.

[Yep, there is a teenager with her device propped on a nearby console, leaning elbows on another while she peers at it, intent. As she goes, she nearly taps buttons and levers, behaving enough not to actually muck with anything.]

It's not like snubfighter controls. Believe me, I know. But if this were anything like a Corellian YT-series I'd expect this to handle pitch, and...that should be yaw. Are the thrusters strictly forward? Maybe there's a z-axis control.

[These are all incorrect, and she seems to understand that. She chews her bottom lip, distracted with thought, before she finally turns her head to look directly into the camera again.]

How universal are the designs on these ships? I'm on Bishop, and there's a few things I can peg as customizations, but not too much. I've got a feeling I should try to learn as much as I can. Especially if I'm going to have to open a few of these panels up after a while to make sure it keeps working correctly.

[Admittedly, part of that feeling is the simple fact that regardless of the circumstances surrounding her presence in this fleet, she is stoked about learning the intricacies of a new style of ship.]

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[Whew, that's a gap.]

I don't know. Some sentients age very slowly.

[JUST A BIT it's such fun knowing how the Jedi ~~stuff things up~~ change in a few millenia]

Well, I promise I'm only as old as I look. Atroma just likes to mix up history to see what happens.

[at least by Jaina's time they'll be having food fights at lunch again]

I'd say I should have paid more attention to the history tutors, but I'm pretty sure the lessons never quite made it four thousand years back.

Wonder if you were brought to my time, or I was brought back to yours?

[Vima will definitely enjoy that more than war and doom.]

Honestly, I'm impressed that even one person that far ahead knew who I was. It's actually less weird not to be recognized.

As for the whens... I think we're on Atroma's time, whatever that is. Maybe it's in between?

If it helps, the stories I've heard are more about your mother.

[Maybe that's still weird. Jaina bites a lip and tries to plow right over that.]

That'd make getting back harder, too. Even if we figured out how to get back to the right galaxy, it'd be the wrong time.

It does, actually. Supposedly I become some kind of Master later on, but my mom already is one.

Yeah--we'd have to access whatever power or device it has to bring us here. Even if we were all from the same period, we'd still be looking at a trip of a few hundred thousand years. At least.

[even with hyperspace.]

The cabin might start seeming a bit cramped on a trip like that.

Just a bit. Some of us might start feeling a few dark side urges, cooped up for that long.

We wouldn't want anyone to start punishing their breakfasts for its failures.

That would get pretty messy what with people choking out the orange juice bottles and creating illusions of egg monsters to attack each other.