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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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Well, enjoy it while you're there. The other ships aren't nearly as nice or roomy and the planet we've arrived it - well, let's just hope you don't mind doing laundry to get the smell out on the daily.

I'm used to doing long patrols in an X-wing. I think I've burned out my ability to smell stink. The moon that bad?

The phrase "ecological disaster" barely does it justice. You can't go out of the town without needing a special mask to filter the pollution.

Gotcha. Well, as long as there's filter masks to be had, that's not so bad. Lots of different planets in the galaxy.

I like to think not quite so many where the toxic levels are entirely man-made.

_{[ It bothered him that the process had gone so wrong, but he wasn't so sure it was entirely the fault of the people on the moon either. ]

They've gotten pretty creative with them, though. I just got a function one, but some of the nicer ones you could wear to a formal ball and get away with it. I thought I saw some with jewels on them, even.}

There's a lot of planets in the galaxy. [It's not like he knows.]

That's... really fancy. [He's not a fancy guy himself.]

Heh, that's for sure, it just seems less sinister when it's natural.

_{[ But those are just his feelings on it. ]}

If suppose if you have to have a certain accessory, you might as well make one for every occasion, right? They have cheap and functional ones, though, if you want to go out and explore once you get off the Marsiva.

I think I need cheap anyway, since I probably don't have any credits. I'll make sure to look around as soon as I can. Thanks, buddy.

No problem.

I'm sure your friend can answer most of your questions, but if you have any others, feel free to ask. I know it's all a bit... overwhelming. And maddening.

Thanks.

I do my best to roll with the punches.

_{[ He smiles a bit at that. ]}

Good to hear. I'll buy you a drink on the Iskaulit after you get off the Marsiva if your friend doesn't buy you any first. It's not all bad in the Fleet.

Hey, hey, you can both buy me drinks. There's plenty of me to go around.

_{[ That garnered a laugh out of him. ]}

Oh, is that so? Well, not I really do have to get you that drink.

When you get off the Marsiva, ask around for Jim Kirk.

_{[ And a wink, just because. ]}

Will do.

[Well, he'll smile at the wink. The guy seems friendly.]

Good.

Oh, and - not to be a downer, but I feel like I should warn you to brace yourself. Enjoy the leg room on the Marsiva. Our own ships are rather small in comparison, but that's all the more reason to get you out to a bar when you get off it.

I'm used to flying an X-wing. Whatever there is, it'll be bigger than what I'm used to.

Yeah - you'll do just fine. I'll see you in a few days for that drink then?

Sounds good. See ya then.

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