[ 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.

Comments

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.

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.

[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.