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Who: The most daring pilot of the Resistance, Poe Dameron!
Broadcast: Video
Action: if anyone else is on the Marsiva!
When: At this very moment

[He wakes up with a little gasp, immediately alert. Poe's not the world's lightest sleeper, but this bunk is way too comfortable, and it doesn't have the vague locker room smell of a Resistance base or the much mankier version that builds up after living in the cockpit of an x-wing for a couple of days.

Definitely doesn't look familiar.]

Huh. What the--

[This is not the first time in recent memory that Poe's woken up in an unfamiliar place. It's a sad measure of his life that this is by far the best one yet. He's not lost in a burning-hot desert with a pennelx-egg-sized bump on his head and no memory of who he is. Yep, still Poe Dameron, first thing he checks. And he's not strapped to the galaxy's most uncomfortable chair and waiting for the next deeply unpleasant conversation with either an Imperial interrogator or Kylo Ren (jury is still out on which of those was actually worse, he tries to not think about it at all).

So really, it could be a lot worse. Even though there does seem to be something going on with his neck, which is probably bad.

Sit up, look around, look down. Well, he's still got his orange flight suit, insignia and everything, but it's clean. So... that's nice. It's also a giant, flashing, hi, I'm with the Resistance sign, which is--good? Bad?

He slips out of bed and tries the door. Open. Okay. Peers out.]

Hello?

[Yeah, great move, Dameron. Warn the laundry-loving kidnappers that you're up and about. Excellent spy work. Well. Why not.]

Jess? Karé? Iolo?

[Maybe this is just some kind of elaborate prank. Sure, Dameron. And while you're imagining things, how about--]

...Finn?

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[A week ago...? Yep, that is confusing. Just a day ago, he'd been in medical. So how. The confusion definitely shows on Poe's face.]

...a week ago? But--but he's up and around, right? All in one piece? [Extreme weirdness or not, that has to be good news.]

Last time I checked, at least. No, the name's Poe. Poe Dameron. What's yours?

[Him being surprised about the week is nothing new. She's more curious about the concern. Kitty had started wondering if Finn was coming from a "would be dead otherwise" sort of place like her, but maybe it was just a serious injury since he's surprised but not shocked and still asking for him.] First of all, a week is nothing. If you're anything like Finn you're about to meet people from 10 years and more into your past. So, just strap in and take it as it comes.

Secondly, Finn seemed fine, but he was looking for a doctor to check him out just in case. The Atroma probably patched him up on arrival.

And I'm Kitty Pryde. Or Kitty. Kitty Pryde if you prefer. [Smirking a little.]

Ten years--how is that even possible?

Okay. Okay good. [So much relief in a few words. Finn's okay. He's up and around. That's... good. Really good. As weird as the circumstances are, he'll take that.]

Nice to meet you, Kitty. You sound like you're in the know. What is going on here?

I'm actually just rounding out month two here. [But that does mean she hasn't told the "why you are here" story enough to be completely over it and it did give her decent time for exploring and asking questions.]

But we were all taken by The Atroma who we don't know much about to star in a reality television show...mm, make that holo...something for you. Holonovel? [Leia and Finn had both used it. Oh well, moving on.] The point is we have an audience. We get paid for keeping them entertained and we fly around on ships playing whatever part they assigned us. [This is normally where she covers the augments, but when she mentioned it to Laura the girl tried to cut it out of her neck with no one there with her. So, maybe just keeping that part to herself for now.]

And the ten year thing. [She shrugs.] Time, distance, and dimension aren't really obstacles for whatever tech or magic they've got on this. It gets weirder before it makes more sense.

Two months still makes you way more of an old hand than me.

...a holonovel. [He's going to have to chew that over for a while. But his initial reaction is, well, still better than being tortured by the First Order. When that's your baseline for suck, it's hard to not see improvements everywhere.] What kind of parts? [Is he going to get transported off this ship only to get told he's now supposed to be the Sexy Medtech or something?]

It's already plenty weird.

[The augment can bring the medtech, but only you can bring the sexy.] I'm a pilot on the Windrose. There's also, engineers, security, lab techs, maintenance. That kind of thing. It could even name you captain but you'd still have some other duty.

[Well, there's a reason he's Poe DAMN-eron.

Pilot. She said the p-word. Watch him light up.] I'm a pilot back home, so maybe that'll be it. But your a pilot here? How're the ships?

[Look at that smile. She wonders if he has the augment he wants or if the Atroma are going to troll him.]

Cramped. [But that's more of a living in them perspective than a flying them perspective.] Usable. If I said it was the best spaceship I'd ever flown would it mean less to you if I added it was also the only spaceship I'd ever flown?

[Luckily for him, not even the Atroma are that cruel. Not that it'd keep him away from the flight controls.]

Cramped, I can deal with. I'm used to flying single pilot fighters. Like a chair with engines strapped to it. [Because those things can move.] But I'm taking it they're multi-crew ships. More like freighters, or are we talking light corvettes where it's cramped because the engineers were figuring out how to stuff a couple more turbo lasers in?

Hey, you have to start somewhere!

You know I'd hate to spoil all the surprises for you, but the thing is we don't just fly them on missions or something. We also live in them. I think about eight is the smallest complement.

Dunno, if that really answers my questions. If you're on a corvette on a long haul patrol, you live on that boat for months. [Thankfully not duty he's ever pulled, though he's been on carriers before. Whole other story.]

Medium-small ships then.

Okay, but when you say "corvette" to me I think of a specific kind of sports car, which as far as I can tell from conversations with people from your world that shouldn't be a thing you know about. [Maybe a sports car, but not the model, right?] So, I decided to take a shot at answering without actually asking you to explain yourself.

Sports car. Huh. Yeah, no idea. Corvette class ships are smaller than frigates.They're normally used for patrols. Pretty small crews, but heavy armament for their size.

I'm from a planet that wasn't doing a ton of space travel. [She knew of other races who were and had some familiarity with that, but she doubted they were using the same terms.] Our domestic problems were keeping us busy.

Ah, gotcha. [Wow, her planet must be a real backwater. But it's not really polite to point that out.]

Sorry you've got. Uh. Domestic problems.

You know when you say it back to me like that it sounds more like spousal abuse. [Which is probably not a joke she should be making given the way things ended with her husband.]

[He grimaces.]

Probably not the best metaphor in the galaxy.

Though where I come from, we've got our own... uh. Domestic problems. Just interstellar ones.

Guess not. I'm pretty sure my world's issues rippled out to have some damaging effects around us if that helps. [It didn't help the other civilizations.]

Stuff like that tends to happen once you're dealing with more than one planet, if I remember my history right. No one's an island.

History, huh? I seem like I'm from the past now? [She used to be the one hanging out with the boys from the Victorian era.]

The whole not knowing what a corvette is in terms of space operations kind of sounds that way.

Well, when you can just have someone teleport you onto another planet the whole spaceship thing seems a little tedious.

Oh, so are you guys so far advanced that you just don't even need spaceships any more?

[She smiles.] Sometimes. But it's not really that simple. [She just doesn't want to be seen as archaic. And there are people who can teleport to outerspace.]

Then what's the deal?

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