Video // Action Station Park

[kill_switch]

Who: Furiosa and you?
Broadcast: Video/Open
Action: Station Park
When: Now

[Furiosa has been thinking lately; unfocused, meandering, leisurely. It's been an adjustment being in an environment that is at the same time far more free and open than the society she'd come from, and yet with distinct and unbreakable limitations.]

[Sitting with Max in the park, helping to build and grow the gardens on the Iskalut, even just caring for her own little plant from Asteffiel, were in themselves little victories, prided moments.]

[She begins a video feed in the park, the camera focused on a crow as she tosses it bits of bread (that, alone, was different; having enough food that you could give it to such a feathered thief.]

What are your favorite parts of the station? Where do you want to visit one more time before we go?.

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[imahologram]

Negotiation. Some of it is diplomatic work, but you'd be surprised how many people just want someone to help them settle disputes.

[Leia Organa, petty space lawyer.]

What have you been doing?

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[Petty Space Lawyer better than no lawyer at all. Furiosa gives a dry chuckle.] Disputes in my world were usually solved with guns and fire.

Shuttling cargo around. It's steady, quiet work. Is that what you did before the Fleet? Negotiator?

[imahologram]

[Technically speaking, she never took the space bar, but hey, it's effective.] In mine, too, believe it or not.

Sometimes it was. Lately, it's been diplomacy by blaster fire. [A wry smile.] Shuttling cargo must be nice. Less backtalk.

[kill_switch]

[Tsk tsk, practicing without a license, are we?]

Some people only answer to violence. [It's said lightly enough, but there's an underlying understanding about it that's too real. She's hoping she's done with that chapter of her life.]

It is. Sometimes you'll get an odd disagreement - not everyone's as attuned to the ships in their employ as they should be - and sometimes you'll get paired with a pilot that's difficult to work with, but it all seems to petty to complain.

[Not when you're used to everything from the environment to your crew to the rig itself trying to kill you.]

[imahologram]

[Look, it said "education or equivalent experience" on the ad.]

Some people aren't reasonable. [It's said a little wearily.] But I try to give them the benefit of the doubt.

Sounds like a nice change. I might have to try it out before we go.

[A pause.] I'm Leia, by the way.

[kill_switch]

Furiosa. [Look at that, makin' friends.] How long have you been in the fleet?

[imahologram]

It's a pleasure, Furiosa. [Quite the name, especially given how sedate she seems right now.] A few weeks. Too long.

What about you?

[kill_switch]

[Oh, just piss her off, then you'll see how she lives up to her name.]

About ... [She has to think for a moment, has it really been that long?] eight, nine months now? Not quite a year.

[Compared to Leia's a few weeks she feels like she's been here an eternity, and yet home seemed as real as if she'd just been there yesterday. So deeply was the hurt ingrained.]

[imahologram]

[Probably best not to. Leia's scrappy, but anyone called Furiosa should probably be regarded with some caution in that regard. Her expression softens a little with sympathy.]

I'm sorry. That's longer than anyone should be trapped anywhere--but especially someplace like this.

[She pauses.] What will you miss about the Starlight?

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[She bows her head slightly, acknowledging Leia's sympathy. She was still unsure which was better, being here or being on the Citadel. Life was certainly easier here, with such little luxuries as an actual bed and food and drink. But then again she's been taken away from so much responsibility. She wondered hpw the Wives and the Warboys and the Bottom Feeders left behind in the wake of Immortan Joe's death would continue. Who would lead them? How would Bullet Farm and Gas Town fare?]

[Too many questions for right now, though. She pulls herself back from those thoughts and smiles slightly at Leia's question.]

The Gardens. So far the planets I've visited were either too similar to my own or too different; it's been a long time since I've seen a Green Place. [It makes her miss home, miss her Clan that was, and miss her mother, but it also gives her a chance to revel in growing things. That, at least, wasn't lost forever.] My world was poisoned; the soil refused the seeds. It's nice to know not everywhere is like that.

[imahologram]

They are beautiful.

[Green and sweet-smelling after long stretches aboard the fleet's little ships. She can close her eyes inside the gardens and nearly imagine she's planetside somewhere.

Leia finds herself wanting to offer more sympathy to Furiosa, but she can't sit here and apologize in the abstract all day. It's with a gentle voice that she asks the inevitable question.]

What happened to your world? To poison it?

[kill_switch]

War. Nuclear fallout. Men fighting men about what they always fight about.

[imahologram]

I'm sorry.

[More apologizing, yes, but what else can she offer at that point?]

Maybe you can clear the poison from the ground. As long as your planet or your people exist, there's hope.

[kill_switch]

[Furiosa goes quiet. She understands Leia's sympathy, and maybe given enough time she was right, but as from the last moment she left, they were looking at a long, drawn out journey.]

Hope can be a dangerous thing. [You can't just wish for things to get better ... you have to go out and grab it yourself.]

[imahologram]

I know.

[Hope led me to the Rebellion, and Alderaan paid for that. Now my hope has led the Empire here. I don't think the galaxy can survive much more hope from me. Not so long ago, and yet a lifetime past.]

But hopelessness carries a heavier price, in the end.

[kill_switch]

Hm. [Hopelessness drove people to do things they otherwise never would have even considered. She'd seen it, and it was ugly.]

Either way, there's not much point in worrying. Nothing I can do from here.