Blameless Mingle

[shishkebub]

Who: Those who are without blame
Broadcast: Nope
Action: On the Blameless
When: Whenever we feel like it! Gawd!

[A brand new crew has been assigned to a brand new ship. Can they find it within themselves to get along? Find out next time! Or you know, in this actual log.]

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this is your captain speaking | ota.

[t65]

[For the first few hours after teleporting on the Blameless, Luke is missing. Maybe you caught him in the most initial of initial rushes, where he was clearly trying to get the hell out of dodge. He's polite, but insistent.] Oh, I'm sorry, but I really have to- excuse me- [Bye, Spacelicia.]

[Later, he's back and his usual self. You may find him inspecting the cockpit with a critical eye. He doesn't seem best pleased by this arrangement, but he's doing his best not to fall to temptation and touch anything. He's not a pilot, after all. Joy.]

[As the ship's engineer, he's going to be tinkering a fair deal. In one of the various Blameless corridors, he's managed to open some of the interior paneling, and, well, stuck himself inside of it. His legs dangle out of a wall, and if you listen closely, you can hear him whistling a tune while he thinkers with the ship. A gloved hand eventually sneaks out of the wall, as though he knew you were there, and his muffled voice sounds through the wall:] Can you pass me that hyperspanner?

on-board loudspeaker announcement

[pyroelectric]

[Luke Skywalker? Who's that? Who cares. Azula sits herself down on the bridge in the captain's chair and readies the microphone. Time to push some buttons. See what her new crew is really made of. Right now everyone is still new and in disarray. In other words, there won't be a more perfect time.]

Attention passengers. This is your new captain speaking.

Congratulations on winning the ship lottery. You see, I intend for this crew and ship to be the finest, most sought-after in the Fleet.

Before we start anything, however, I think some introductions are in order. As such, all crew members are to report to the bridge at their earliest convenience.

You may refuse, of course. Though it will be interpreted as a lack of desire to be a team player in what is very much a team effort, and result in your immediate ejection. I have no interest in forcing anyone who doesn't want to be here to stay, after all. If you don't think you can hack it-- well, you know where the door is. Otherwise, I'll see you soon.

[Announcement end. She'll be waiting.

Time see where the chips fall.]

[t65]

[Excuse you, Grey DeLisle.]

[But let's be real here, Luke's a team player. And after you walk into Darth Vader's Take Your Son To Work Day, nothing really scares you anymore. So he listens to the loudspeaker announcement, and opens a panel in the wall. After a few moments, he's disconnected the loudspeaker, so she can't make any more announcements and cause a potential panic.]

[Then, still whistling, he walks up to the bridge and knocks softly on the door.] Hello? New captain?

[He sounds... amused.]

[pyroelectric]

[Azula's reclining in the captain's chair, looking utterly relaxed and one hundred percent at home. Like she was born to be there.]

That would be me. And you are...?

[t65]

[Aw! It's a little girl in the captain's chair! That's cute. Luke smiles. He toes the door closed behind him and leans back on the nearest bit of free wall space.] Luke Skywalker. It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss...?

[pyroelectric]

Ah. So you're the one they've got listed on that roster as being the official captain. I thought you might be the first to show up. Not to worry. I'm here to relieve you of the position.

Crown Princess Azula. Of the Fire Nation.

[t65]

Oh, another princess. My sister's a princess, you know. [Not bragging, just light conversation.]

[Still, he thinks he's learned enough of her character in the last few minutes to make a gambit. He stands up straight, and gets that little smirk on his face that some nerds may remember from Jabba's Palace.] Of course, if you're going to relieve me of the position, I think it's fair to want to know that you're more qualified.

[pyroelectric]

[Inwardly she's curious about his apparent unflappability and this "princess sister", but she won't let on. She simply files it away as information to pursue at a later point in time, and for now makes a very convincing show of looking bored.]

Oh? Very well. I suppose I can spare some time to regale you. You must be skeptical because of my age. So many people here are. It's to their detriment, of course. I have extensive experience commanding units both large and small to achieve victory, regardless of prior affiliation or cohesion.

[t65]

Your age? Oh, no. My sister was one of the youngest people to ever join the Galactic Senate. [In the Star Wars universe, three-year-olds are trained to be child soldiers and fourteen-year-olds are elected queens of planets. Don't question it!]

That's quite impressive! [He says it like he's congratulating her for having won a pokemon card tournament.] What sort of force were you fighting against?

[pyroelectric]

Most recently? [Because it's a long list, yo.]

Some Earth Kingdom and Water Tribe peasants foolishly thought they could invade the Fire Nation capital with the Avatar and their army and assassinate my father.

Make no mistake. I showed them just how wrong they really were. Now their sorry army rots in prison.

[t65]

[Something seems kind of. Wrong about this. Luke frowns a little, thinking.] When were you elected princess?

1/2

[pyroelectric]

[Azula just looks at him blankly for a moment.]

[pyroelectric]

[Before laughing.]

Elected? ... How quaint. As if you could elect someone with the divine right to rule.

[t65]

Oh, you're from... hm. [He's half disappointed, half sympathetic. Azula clearly has the potential to be an excellent leader, and she's passionate about it, but she's been hampered by some kind of un-democratic legal system. Poor her.]

[Of course, now that they're on the subject, Luke wasn't elected to the position of Captain either, nor did he earn it. And this could be a good opportunity for Azula...]

[Great plan, Luke.] How about this, Azula. We'll have the crew of the Blameless vote on who should be captain.

[pyroelectric]

Vote?

... You're adorable. Very well. You'll lose, of course.

[t65]

Then I'll lose. [He keeps on smiling.] If I do, I promise to help you run the ship however you need. Voting can be held... hm, how about next shuffle?

[ancillary]

[ Miranda also took to making the rounds of the corridors of the Blameless. Enjoying this sudden windfall of elbow room but not pretending to find anything agreeable about what she had been given to work with. Flicking through the ship's manifest with the occasional click of her tongue, tutting at whatever little detail failed to clear the high bar of her expectations. ]

Working out of a damned shoe box. [ She mumbled, stepping over the legs sticking out interior paneling without missing a beat ]

Hmm? Certainly.

[ The voice was familiar - that had to have been newly minted captain and stopgap ship's engineer. With a flick of her wrist the hyperspanner was lifted off the ground as a flickering blue light surrounded it before being gingerly placed in Luke's outstretched hand.

Because manipulating physics was the best option when simply bending down to pick the hyperspanner would be too much effort. ]

[ancillary]

[ And Miranda thought Jack had been a handful. If your hearing is sharp enough you might be able to hear Miranda's eyes rolling into the back of her head though the door. ]

While your proselytizing of what I'm sure is a stellar range of skills that would only benefit the crew is certainly adorable I'm afraid it's worn its welcome.

We're all very impressed you learned how to lock a door - now if you're quite finished.

[t65]

Oh! What was that-? [That felt-- odd. Like nothing he's ever felt before. He takes the spanner, but in a moment he's squirming his way out of the wall. When he emerges, there's some engine grease smeared on the bridge of his nose, and his hair's a dusty mess. Eyes wide, he looks to Miranda with open excitement.] Well, hello! I wasn't expecting that. You'll have to tell me how you did it.

[Said as innocently as humanly possible, despite the fact that, inside the wall, it would have been impossible for him to see anything.]

[pyroelectric]

[Well, here's a lady who doesn't take crap from anyone. Azula can appreciate that. Of course, if it becomes a problem, that's another matter...

Unbothered:]

And you are...?

[pyroelectric]

Very well.

Don't say I didn't warn you. You should prepare yourself in advance for a crushing defeat and total humiliation.

[t65]

I don't think I'll be that humiliated, but I appreciate your concern. [There's that sunshiny smile again.] Is there anything else you need, or should I start telling people about the vote?

[pyroelectric]

... Yes. One last thing.

Obviously I didn't call you up here just to engage in meaningless chit-chat. If this vessel is to run smoothly, I need to know everything about the capabilities of my staff.

[Strengths... and weaknesses.]

[t65]

Alright. I served in the Rebel Alliance and eventually formed and commanded Rogue Squadron. I am a Jedi Knight. [And then his voice gets a bit... cheeky.] What else do you need to know?

[pyroelectric]

I see. So you have some combat experience after all.

What does being a "Jedi" knight entail?