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Action: Marsiva, Network: Video

Who: Captain Phasma and you!
Broadcast: Opening Video
Action: Marsiva
When: Today

On the Marsiva

[This is not the first time Phasma has awoken somewhere strange in her underwear, but two times is too many and by the time she's dressed and vacated her room (which didn't take long), she's definitely wearing a marked scowl. Dressed in the crisp white uniform she had in Blanc, complete with cape, she stalks her surroundings and does her best to get her bearings.]

[At least the level of technology here seems to be closer to what she's used to.]

Video

[The feed that's running when she arrives gets everything up until the moment she's dressed and ready to go and notice the device. A brief closeup of her face as she picks it up, inspects it, and then the feed cuts.]

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[As she's stalking around, she may notice that she's being stared at by a weird fox girl in a medieval-looking tunic just watching her curiously.]

Hello, miss. Are you another captive as well?

[She looks down at the fox girl with disgust. The idea that she'd be lumped in with anything like that is enough to turn her stomach.]

Much to my great disappointment, yes.

[She speaks with a smooth, cool accent, which carries all the possible disdain although her words are polite in the barest sense.]

[She seems totally unphased by the disdain. Although if Phasma is paying close attention, the fur on her tail is bristling slightly, but it's certainly not showing on her face.]

I see... Then we would do well to combine our resources. May I ask your name?

[Phasma knows how to read people, to a point, but she does not familiarize herself with animals. Because they're animals and not worthy of her attention. She does devote enough of it to look over the girl in assessment, although she's already made up her mind.]

Combine resources? I doubt you have anything to offer me.

I have made contact with my comrades who are already here, spent the day gathering information, and have the ability to arm myself should our captors be found.

You would do well to not dismiss any you meet here so readily, lest you drive off what you need.

[Her polite, friendly expression doesn't even waver.]

[Her expression doesn't change for a moment, until she scoffs.]

What I need I am perfectly capable of acquiring myself. And I need very little to be effective.

[Posturing, subtly, just a little roll of the shoulders and straightening of her back. She is 6'3" and knows how and usually when to put that into play.]

-- and if your companions are anything like yourself, I have no use for them, either.

As you wish.

[She shrugs, totally unintimidated. She stands far shorter, a mere 5'8" (not counting the ears), but she is basically solid muscle.]

... I have been nothing but polite, and no matter how rude you are, I at the very least intend to keep my manners. However, miss, if you are to insult my friends or my race, I will not be forgiving. Pray consider yourself warned.

_{[ Oh, well, that was strange. Normally people on the Marsiva at least started asking questions before anything else. She knew how to use it at least - there hadn't been the usual fumbling about. He could just leave it well enough alone, but... ]}

Miss, are you all right?

I am being polite.

[This is as good as it gets.]

... We may be operating under very different ideas of politeness, then.

I'm not the one leaving threats, at the very least.

[She could be. Normally she does. But this is a new environment and she needs to get the lay of the land, first.]

[It is some time before she revisits the communication device, finding the ship expansive but lacking.]

Disappointed with the state of affairs. The ship, the fellow residents, I don't have words to describe my distaste.

_{[ Oh, well, she's going to be one of those. ]}

Please, do try.

_{[ Mild sarcasm there. ]}

My name is James Tiberius Kirk, by the way. Captain of the Tourist, and previous of the Enterprise.

[Sarcasm. Great, he's going to be one of those.]

You're certainly free with your information. Captain Phasma, Finalizer.

[And that's all she's going to give him, for now. Let him draw his own wrong conclusions from that while she susses him out.]

_{[ You inspire it, Phasma. ]}

Finalizer, is it? That's rather ominous for a ship.

It's not like there's much worth hiding here. We're all in the same boat, metaphorically speaking.

It's meant to be. [Ominous, that is. To inspire a sense of fear and foreboding. Kind of how she likes to hold herself.]

Which is why I find the need for discretion, until I know who I'm dealing with. [Eyeing the feed. What is with it with these people though, really?]

Well, I already told you my name. As for the rest... I'm from a different universe - quite literally - than this one. Atroma can somehow reach through time and space and drag people from different worlds and universes to this place, and it can keep us from leaving too.

I hail from an Earth world that is warp capable. That is to say - I'm used to space travel. Which I'm sure you've realized is what's happening - that we're on space ships, that is. You are currently on the one called the Marsiva. In a week or less you'll be assigned to and teleported onto one of the smaller ships in the fleet with a crew and everything.

From there, you're officially part of the "reality show" that Atroma says we are supposedly a part of.

_{[ Yes, he did use actual air quotes around the term 'reality show'.
]}

[Thank the Emperor's black heart, he couldn't deny how pleased he was to see Phasma. There had been too many Jedi and Resistance traitors around for his comfort.]

You should be wary, Captain. There are many from the Resistance and Republic here. We seem to be the only two from the First Order in the fleet.

Has anything been explained to you yet?

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You have been naught but condescending and rude, and then spoke ill of my friends.

[It's a relief to see him as well, although she does note he's back in his regular uniform and not the white one received at Blanc, whereas she still didn't have her armor.]

It wouldn't be the first time. I have been briefed by a Captain Kirk, what can you tell me of him? [Or, 'should I trust his assessment of the situation?']

And that's enough to incite you to violence? You're validating my concerns.

[This, this is why she disliked non-humans. This conversation right here.

[The change in her uniform is strange but they have more important matters to discuss at the moment.]

He claims to be the captain of his own starship but he's emotional and uncontrolled in his reactions- he doesn't seem to think things through and can be easily provoked. He is a Republic sympathizer despite not being from our galaxy.

His information concerning our current situation is not entirely inaccurate however and he's been here longer than I have.

I'm familiar with space travel and alternate universes. [Reality show, though, that's something else entirely.]

Tell me about the ships. [She's doubtful they're any better than this Marsiva.]

[There's a pause.]

If necessary to duel for their honor, I would. But a lack of forgiveness does not automatically mean violence.

For example, to withhold what I have learned here.

Hmm.

[She purses her lips as she listens, not liking what she's hearing. It's not dissimilar to the last place she found herself, and she didn't like being there, either.] He has come into contact with someone from our own time?

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