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[t65]

Who: Luke Skywalker
Broadcast: Fleetwide (+ additional Blameless-only announcement.)
Action: on the Blameless.
When: 3/1

[Luke is sitting on the bridge of the Blameless, eyes bright.] Hello! I'm Luke Skywalker. [He waves.]

I was trying to think of a better way to ask this, but I realized it doesn't matter, does it? If the Atroma really watch our every move... [He cocks his head to the side, a tiny shrug.] Well, you know.

Anyway, I've heard of people disappearing from the fleet. Have you ever noticed anyone disappearing after doing something that might have made the Atroma angry? [Someone's feeling ballsy today. The defiant smirk on his face kind of backs up that interpretation.]

[He almost shuts the feed off before remembering-] Oh! One more thing... I've been talking people here, and most of the ones I've met are from systems-- planets-- without spaceflight technology. Some even without flight technology. I was wondering... well, I was going to ask if there was anything I should know about that, but I don't even know where to begin asking! I can't even imagine it.

PRIVATE TO SS BLAMELESS CREW:

Hello, this is Luke. [He'd like to think he's on a first name basis with his crew, right?] I just wanted to thank everyone who voted this week. The results were in my favor, but... Azula, you definitely gave me a run for it!

[Such cheerful wow.]

And I wanted to welcome our new crewmates! Sara Lance is our newest security officer, and- [He pulls up the roster again-] Oh, good; we finally have a pilot. Carswell Thorne is their name? It's nice to have you aboard!

ACTION:

[After these announcements are broadcast, you can easily find Luke on the Blameless' bridge, sitting in the captain's chair, staring out the window, levitating what looks like a ballpoint pen over his open palm, and generally looking extremely bored.]

[Meditating is hard, okay; he'll try again in a minute.]

Comments

[t65]

Really? That seems like such a waste over something so small. But- no, it must seem very large to a planet without spaceflight, I'm sorry.

[grandstanding]

Are you finding it difficult to adjust your thinking to this scale?

[t65]

A little... [He winces apologetically.] I had a skyhopper when I was twelve, I could go anywhere I wanted if I had enough fuel. [He didn't. Fuel was expensive and the skyhopper wasn't for play, but he's trying to make a point. His context is too wide for this.]

[grandstanding]

And you were just allowed to go off on your own at that age?

[His own childhood may have been cut short, but he's fairly certain most twelve year olds weren't given free reign over vehicles where he's from.]

[t65]

[A guilty wince.] Not... according to my aunt and uncle, no.

[grandstanding]

Oh, dear. [He sounds concerned.] You're not good with boundaries at all, are you.

[t65]

Is anyone when they're twelve?

[grandstanding]

I imagine some are. I don't know that many twelve year olds at the moment.

[t65]

Well, imagine the most bored one you know, and give them a skyhopper. It's a bad formula.

[grandstanding]

It must be.

Being on ships like this wouldn't have been a big adjustment for you, then.

[t65]

Well, the augments, kidnapping and constantly being watched are new.

[grandstanding]

[He smiles, humourless.]

We can't have everything.