[ not that kind of sith ]

[revengeofthemordsith]

Who: Cara + You
Broadcast: Video
Action: SS First Breath
When: Now!

[ She felt stiff. The surface on which she lay on was too smooth, too even. She groans, stretching her eyes and gazing at her surroundings, her cat-like eyes sharp and wary. This was not the Midlands. With a graceful leap, she lands on her feet in a careful crouch, reading for her weapons –

. . . Her agiels. Gone. She straightens, a scowl marring her face. Without caring who heard her, she speaks, her voice cold and deadly. ]

I don’t know how you managed to touch my agiels, considering they pay you back in pain tenfold. But if you are foolish enough to take them, I assume you are foolish enough to test my patience.

I’ll warn you though. Do not test it for long or I’ll pay it back, inch by inch. Now. . .

[ She surveys the bridge. She knows she’s being watched, even though she can’t tell how. Honed battle instincts whisper to her that this is a strange situation and there’s little she can do about it . . . for now.

In the most deadpan of voices. ]

Why is everything metal and why was it necessary? Did someone murder every architect? Because I would for this . . . lazy work.

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video;

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

[Oh maybe he should try and answer this gal's questions. So she doesn't, you know, murder someone.]

Hey, it's okay. No murdering is necessary. No one on these ships did anything to you. I can try to answer any questions you have.

[revengeofthemordsith]

I've been taken against my will and they took my agiels. So something has been done to me.

[ But Cara is not unreasonable. ]

What is this place?

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

Yeah, that's true. But it wasn't us. They call themselves Atroma. We're in space, and they say we're a part of a television show.

[revengeofthemordsith]

[ She gives him a flat look. ]

I have no idea what you just said.

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

Oh. [Dang. Okay, let's try again.] We're in the sky among the stars. There are different worlds here, and we stop at them sometimes. The reason we're here is that Atroma says we're part of a television show. Basically, they follow us and capture our images to entertain people.

[revengeofthemordsith]

How can people be entertained by images? Surely they'd prefer to have something more real?

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

You'd think. It's like... moving images on a screen. They can hear and watch us. It must do well with people or I doubt they'd keep us around.

[revengeofthemordsith]

How do they dispose of us when we do not perform adequately?

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

I don't know; hasn't happened yet to my knowledge. Hoping it doesn't, so we can figure a way out of here.

[Although... that feeling's gotten complicated with the friendships he's gained since appearing here.]

video

[outstandingbalance]

[Normally Natasha ignores videos like this. She'd rather not intrude on people when they first arrive—even if they ask direct questions, it seems like the kind of thing most of them would prefer not have seen.

She knows she wouldn't have minded if no one was watching when she first woke up.

But the way this woman moves and her attitude catches Natasha's attention. How could it not?]

Trust me, metal is a good choice. [Natasha says as she blinks into a video screen. Her voice is even; her face something reserved and professional, not committing to any specific expression.] No architect. You're on a ship.

[revengeofthemordsith]

[ Her expression is blank and wary - trained. ]

No ship I know would be like this.

[outstandingbalance]

Not surprising. Wherever you're from, you're a long way from home. [There's a note in Natasha's voice that could be interpreted as sympathy. On the other hand, it could just be her voice. After a beat, she adds:] We all are. Everyone in the fleet's brought here the same way you were. We wake up on a ship, no idea how we got here, and the people who brought us here are nowhere to be seen.

[Natasha wonders how much she'll have to explain. Might as well start from the beginning:] It's a spaceship. You know those?

[revengeofthemordsith]

No. My ships are made of wood, not steel.

[ She huffs, crossing her arms. ] What is space?

[outstandingbalance]

[Oh, they really are starting from the beginning aren't they?

Okay. Natasha can handle that.

Probably.]

Your ships are built for water. [Of course, most of those are made of metal now too, at least in Natasha's time.]

Ever look up at the stars? Space is the black between them.

[revengeofthemordsith]

[ Normally, this would be where Cara interjects with a sarcastic response but her instincts tell her this is not a lie. Or certainly a lie that is well-believed. So she gives a curt nod as she tries to absorb this. ]

So we are in a ship among the stars. And taken by these creatures called the Atroma.

Why are we still here and they are not dead?

[ Clearly the most important question. ]

[outstandingbalance]

[Natasha wouldn't have blamed her if she was skeptical. She has plenty of reasons to be.]

Because they don't show their faces around here, I imagine. [There's a little wryness in her own voice as she responds.]

And we don't have much of anywhere else to go. We can't exactly get home from here.

[revengeofthemordsith]

Invisible cowardly enemies. I suppose they needed something to protect themselves.

[ Her disgust is palpable. ]

Where do these ships intend to take us?

[kickingand]

They take everything sharp and pointy and forget to give it back. For now you're shit outta luck.

[ That's very helpful Dean, thank you. ]

Least until you get on a ship.

[revengeofthemordsith]

Then I will simply make my own sharp and pointy things.

[ Though Cara would like to know how they managed to touch them. Only those tortured by the agiel have the power to hold them. ]

I am on a ship. A metal ship. In the space.

[kickingand]

Hey- more power to ya. Arts and crafts isn't something i've seen them put their foots down about.

[ He offers a nod, though. ]

But, yeah. You are. Welcome to space.

[revengeofthemordsith]

I would have thought being among the stars would allow more freedom and less captivity. Though nothing on my world would have prepared me for this.

[ She gives him a curt nod though. ]

[kickingand]

You and me both, and i've never even been big on the idea of space travel.

[revengeofthemordsith]

What is your world like then?

[kickingand]

[ Oh. Well, crap. His.... absolute favorite question. ]

Not anything worth talking about, believe me.

[revengeofthemordsith]

[ She considers pressing and dismisses it. Cara's not one to pry and she takes people at face value . . . for the most part. ]

Mine had no such skill in metal and space. Does magic even exist so far away?