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Who: Robb Stark & People at the Blue Fish and the Vanquish :) (and some closed logs)
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When: backdated 28th of February to the 1st of March

Action – The Blue Fish
[Anyone who wishes to drop by is welcome to do so. Robb has sent a polite message to everyone on the ship with the question if they are interested to learn to shoot with the weapons available on this ship.

He has cleaned up one of the cargo holds to create a sort of shooting range, the targets all made from scrap iron. All he truly knows of shooting ranges are those in Winterfell and Riverrun. Made for archery practice instead of shooting with these space guns. Still, Robb figures that it must do for now.

He decides to wait for a couple of hours, slowly chewing on a piece of bread. If no one should come...well, at least he tried.]

Action – SS Vanquish
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[Robb does not like to fly these small ships and it shows in the way how it shakes and wobbles when it approaches the ship. It also shows in the way he docks the tiny ship and how he stumbles out of it. Space is something he can understand a little, weapons are also not a problem, but flying, no...Robb Stark is not made for flight.

A sigh of relief escapes his mouth when he sets foot onto the vessel, glad to feel something solid underneath his feet again.

Not every ship is the same, he knows that by now and he enters it slowly, calling out to someone who might hear him.]

closed to Hermione
[After a deep nod he smiles. He is not sure if he truly wants to learn magic. His wolf dreams are already one thing he does not wish to go into, but actual magic...it makes him feel a little uncomfortable. Yet, he does not want to decline such a kind offer. Lady Granger means no harm. She is kind and warm and the color of her hair reminds him of Jeyne.]

Let us start at the beginning. [He hopes his voice sounds neutral enough. That he is able to hide his wariness. She is not going to harm him but it is not for a king to become a sorcerer. His men would turn from him. They would whisper worse things than ‘half wolf-half boy’.] Or you can show me first. [And then he can decide to politely decline or not.]

Action – Closed to Dany
[Now his chambers aren’t the most neutral place for a conversation like this and he has been fussing over whether he should don his crown or not. Or the clothes he came with. For once he wonders if all of this has a place in space. And, of course, there is the worry that they are recording everything. They are watching his every move because, apparently in modern societies, it is something amusing and entertaining.

So without crown and without his Westerosi outfit he waits for her by the docking station, sometimes moving his fingers through his hair or touching his chin to determine he has stubble there or not.]

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[Beverly nods.] Almost six months now, I believe.

[She picks up one of the indicated guns and studies it a moment, presumably to make sure everything is in working order, but there's a little bit of nostalgia wrapped up in that look too. Six months...she still misses Hawke.

But... best way to remember him is to not get bogged down in sadness and to have fun when she can, so she smiles over at Robb as she takes the proper stance in front of the targets.]

Which one would you like me to try to hit?

Well, I believe they could have managed the ship’s defenses with all their bending and sword fighting, is it not?

[His siblings had been safe for now. Gods, he would not forgive himself if he would put their lives in danger again.]

You may choose, my lady. They are all made to be hit.

Perhaps, but it still left me at a bit of a loss. I do not have any abilities like elemental bending and my knowledge of swords well... Let's just say I have yet to see the type of sword I'm familiar with anywhere we've been so far.

[Being reduced to throwing rocks to save your friend from kidnapping kind of sucks.

Beverly eyes one of the targets and takes aim. Standing iron targets with no life or heartbeat are easy enough for her to take down and she fires off the gun in rapid succession, one target after another, only missing one or two, and those by fairly narrow margins.]

[Well, compared to all that Robb is a mere pushover. All those sparring sessions with his brothers and ser Rodrik or all the battles he has fought are nothing in the face of bending...air...and iron. And what not.]

Me neither, my lady. I am not afraid to fight, yet I do not think I’d stand a chance. [In a way it is depressing to be unable to protect his siblings properly.] But I will try... After all it is my duty to do so.

[Robb takes a step back when she takes aim and fires the gun.]

Well, at least I do not have to teach you anything anymore.

[He smiles a bit of a tired smile.]

[She smiles back.] Don't sell yourself short. I'm sure there are plenty of things you could teach me.

I can teach you how to swing a sword if I had one. [But he is without and he really misses it.] It is not uncommon for women to be warriors. [The smile on his face turns a little melancholic.] I have the ladies of Bear Island amongst my men. They are deadly with a battleaxe.

They sound formidable. Though I'm no warrior, if we do ever get swords, I'd be happy to take lessons with you. Never know when that might come in handy.

Heh, I am not that good as ser Rodrik but I know how to stand my ground. I am better with a lance, I must say. [Unfortunately there is no time for tourneys during wartime.] But there are no horses here...

I am most sure that swords are not handy inside space. But indeed, you never know.

I know of species who prefer the hand-to-hand combat of the sword, if they can manage it.

[She gives him a half-grin.] Lances though, don't think they would work too well here. But that's just as well for me. I'm not... Good with horses.

I do not know of such people. [Robb shakes his head and clears his throat.] Or species. In Westeros every man has a weapon. Some prefer a bow and arrow, some prefer a sword, others have a battle axe. I cannot imagine to go at a man in armor with my bare fists.

[He laughs.] What folly would that be!

Without a horse lances do not have much effect.

[She laughs lightly too, mainly pleased that Robb is in a little more at ease.] No, I suspect not.

[She nods towards the other targets.]

Why don’t you join me?

[Robb nods curtly at her offer and takes hold of one of the guns.]
I have always been awfully bad at archery and aiming at targets. [The smile around his lips is a little apologetic.] But I think I am quite good with these guns. [He understands them better than bows, that is for sure.]

Will you start, my lady? Then I will try to top you.

I once tried to learn to shoot a bow and arrow and I was simply awful.

[Granted, she’d had limited time to learn in ye olden Sherwood Forest but still, she can sympathize. Swords are much easier, as are phasers.

Stepping back, she takes aim at the target again. Her shot is decent, but definitely off center. There’s plenty of room for him to do better.]

It is not easy to use a bow and arrow. It requires a steady hand and strong arms. Not all of them have those.

[Robb presses himself against the wall as she shoots. To be fair, she does this better than he is able to do. When she is finished he steps forward, holding his own gun. After a long, soft sigh he focuses his eyes onto the target in front of him and fires a first shot.

Of course, even more off than her shot has been.]

It is not much, my lady. [He has much more confidence when it comes to swords.] Your turn.

That's why we practice. Trust me, I'm no natural with a gun, it's only been through years of training that I have learned to do this.

[She shoots again, this time, much closer to the mark.]

Aye. It also is a good way to waste time. Better hone your skills instead of sitting around.

[Her second shot is much better and Robb claps his hands briefly after she's done.]

Let me try to top that. [For a moment he fumbles a little with the gun.] Do you prefer weapons like this when fighting? [He aims at the target while asking that, his finger on the trigger. His second shot is better than the first one but no better than hers.]

Well, I prefer not to fight at all if I can help it but yes, phasers are standard issue for Starfleet officers, so it's what I'm used to.

These look like phasers then? [That could very well be. Phasers sound like a better, modern name than ‘guns’] You come from something like this? This space ship world?

[She nods.] I've lived most of my life on a starship. But my fleet certainly does not kidnap people for entertainment or for any other reason. We're an exploratory organization, dedicated to advancing our knowledge and establishing diplomatic relations with other worlds.

Then this must be quite an easy life for you, my lady. Well, except for the entertainment part. [He shakes his head in a disapproving way.] I like it not.

It could very well be that your ships will meet these ships and end this...show, is it not? [Just like Westeros can exist on one planet and what not.]

[An easy life. She knows what he means, knows what everyone means when they say that to her. There's an advantage in coming into this with prior knowledge of life in space, it's true, but that doesn't make such comments sting any less, doesn't make her miss home any less.

She shakes her head.]

I don't think so. We're much too far away for my people to reach me.

Do you truly think that? Or is that something the lords of Atroma have told you? I understand that space is a large...place but it is not something akin to infinity, not? [You have to remain hopeful.]

Actually, as far as we know, space has no end, no boundaries. And even if it did, and even if we were in the same universe as mine - which is doubtful, given how many versions of Earth are represented here - we are obviously far, far away from Federation territory, as I have not recognized any of the planets or species we have encountered on our journey. It might take my friends a lifetime or more to reach this part of space. So no, I don't believe anyone will come for me.

[Not by ship anyhow. There is still always that hope in the back of her mind that Wesley might find a way but... If he knew she was gone and could reach her, surely he would have come by now.

No, they can't depend on outside help. They must escape on their own.]

[Wait...what? Robb understands space in a way that there is one big space with planets inside of it. And it is vast and enormous and it could very well be never ending.

Now Robb does not know how his planet is called. He only knows Westeros and Essos and some of the island lying around those realms. It could very well be that maesters know of the planet Westeros is on. Or the planet is simply named Westeros. But that would be odd, shouldn’t Essos be mentioned as well then?]

I have understood that Earth is a planet. Yet, I do not know of versions of it? You make it sound as if this space has different versions as well. [This is just really scary... How can things be that way? It is something Robb cannot wrap his medieval mind around.]

I want to go home. [Robb frowns while saying that, obviously frustrated. Despite all the safety and warmth here he has to return.] We need to, my lady. To serve as a form of amusement is beneath us. [Robb is sure he has had this conversation with her before but her can’t help being frustrated again.] If... [He takes a deep breath.] ...if I could arrange an escape, would you go with us?

[At least she knows space better than he does. That would come in handy.]

[That is exactly what she is saying but... too complicated and anyway it's not nearly as important as the rest of Robb's words. She sets down her gun, her gaze soft and sympathetic as she looks at him.]

I do want to escape - even if we can't go home, I'd rather be out of the clutches of Atroma. However, I won't go for a plan that doesn't include all of us. If only a few of us leave, who knows what Atroma will do in retaliation to those who are left behind?

Edited 2016-05-04 02:19 (UTC)

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sorry for the late & tl;dr

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