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Who: Syeira and you
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Not really, but Red Fish if you want
When: Today.

[She doesn't really broadcast much. And this is not a very usual thing to address everyone with, so she's just a tad awkward under the serious tone.]

Hello everyone. I'm Syeira, one of the captains of the Red Fish. I don't know all of you, and I do apologize for that. But I have something that, I imagine, will be of interest, if not concern, to many of you here. Especially in relation to our ever out of reach captors. So, ah, I suppose to the point then. About a month ago....

[She hesitates, looks away but almost immediately looks back, making herself say it. With a calm, straight face, and dry eyes.]

I died.

[All right. Said and done. Move on. Move forward to the point.]

I know that for a lot of people here, that's not exactly surprising- seeing a person perish and then be returned to life. Even on my world such things are possible; common in fact. Even long after death, if one gets a hold of strong enough magic.

However, this is a unique situation for a few reasons. Firstly, I am of a...rare and particular family tree that cannot, by any means, be revived after death. Yet, here I am.

[She lifts her hands and lets them fall. Takes a small breath and continues.]

Secondly. I have been having dreams. A dream, really. After my revival, I was extremely ill, for near to a tenday. Which this next item could have been attributed to, if it had only happened while I was feverish. However, I am quite well now, and the same dream keeps occurring. I would describe it to you, but whenever I attempt to recall the details, my memory suddenly fails.

Again, for most, it could easily be written off. A symptom of a physical trauma. And again, I am not someone who falls into the norm. I have always dreamed in a very specific and singular way. This is new.

[Her gaze trails off, her thoughts turning inward.]

New and suspiciously vague. I can tell you all, what I dream of is something dark, and with ill intent. I can't give more than that. I wish I could.

[She blinks and looks back, focusing again. But she's about finished.]

It isn't much. And I'm not sure yet how this might help us with our overarching puzzle that is Atroma, but I knew I needed to share with you all. Thank you for your time.

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I have tried that actually. It seems the moment I attempt to write, or draw, or talk about the dream at in anyway, that's when it vanishes away from me. All the more reason to be suspicious of it. I'm not unaccustomed to having my memory tampered with, and this smacks of it.

[Finn narrows his eyes in thought.]

What about thinking about it? Can you do that? Cause--I don't know if you know this, but there are some people here who can see what you're thinking if you let them.

[Now that is a little terrifying. Thank you, Mr. Finn.]

I- I don't know. Sometimes, for a brief moment. But it's like trying to focus on fog. The closer you look at the details, the thinner they become.

[At least the ones he knows about are good guys? ~~Nice going~~.]

Explains why you see it in dreams, then. You can't really focus on things in a dream, not in the same way.

[He's silent for a moment, thinking again.]

What do you feel about it? That it's related to what happened and not just a coincidence?

[You tried, Finn. And it's the thought that counts.]

In general, I don't believe in coincidences. And for me, the evidence points towards it being both related and significant.

As I mentioned before, I dream in a very specific and singular way. The key thing in it is that I always remember my dreams, clear as day. And this one is purposefully elusive.

[He nods, looking satisfied by the answer.]

Then it is important, and you're right to be worried about it. I think even being willing to talk about it is good. If you keep trying to remember, trying to write it down, trying to focus on it--you'll either break it down bit by bit until it can't resist any more, or you'll hit on the right time when everything falls into place.

Because if it is from them [meaning Atroma] I think we all know by now the augments aren't exactly error free, and if you remember the thing with the comm jammers? They're not infallible either.

[His vote of confidence warms her. She is a stranger to him, but he does such faith and certainty. Such a rare quality in the many planes.]

No one is infallible, you're right. I just hope this can help us in some way.

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[It at least seems to be helping her, which is good. Finn doesn't like to see others hurting - it's as simple as that.]

I hope so, too. And--do you have a ship medic? Can they mix up something for you that makes sleep without dreams?

[Oh wow, Finn. Your have no idea how awkward that would be.]

I um, don't know. Being half elven it's quite difficult for me to be put to sleep by outside means.

[Yeah, not so much.]

Oh! Oh, sorry. You look pretty close to human. [But he knows there are a lot of species that look superficially similar enough that the idea doesn't seem to bother him.] Is that part of why you dream weird to start with?

It's all right. I get mistaken for human more than I do for elven.

[She's not tall or shiny enough in the Fleet.]

But no. It's not the elven heritage that dictates my dreaming, but a different line of decent.

[He also has no idea what elves are, except that they're obviously close to humans biologically???]

Oh, right, you said you had a particular bloodline. [Like how Skywalkers and Sunriders seem to produce Jedi more often than not?] And if you think that might make meds act weird with you--huh.

[That has him stumped for a bit.]

Does the same thing happen if you get a room down on one of the planets? Could be you're associating the ships with the trauma.

[More like her biological father was an actual, for real, god. But she's not really wanting to talk about that specifically, if she can avoid it. So vagueness it is.]

Actually, I...died on the last planet. The Red Fish is...

[She glances around the box of a room, windowless and small. Claustrophobic, and she often tries to escape it and the ship whenever possible. But

But she loves it too.]

The Red Fish is home. More of a home than I've had in years, honestly. I feel secure here.

[Ahem.]

But that is something to try, regardless. See if a setting change can affect anything.

[Finn smiles with a suddenly gentle expression.]

Good. Then that's probably helping a little to start with. I--the Caprine is my home, too.

[He licks his lips selfconsciously and looks away from the camera for a moment, as if checking to see if anyone else is around.]

And not that it's any of my business what you do, but if there's someone else I trust in the room with me, I always sleep better.

[She couldn't be more taken off guard than if he'd suddenly turned into a talking goldfish. Her cheeks turn instantly red, and her eyes go wide.]

I- um...That's definitely something to keep in mind...

[There's some soft sound from nearby, but clearly not made by her. Her still saucer wide eyes lift up and the picture jostles for some reason. ~~She's just kicked a certain someone who is sitting on her bed, sniggering.~~]

Thank you. For the advice, Mr. Finn.

[Finn can't help an abrupt laugh.]

No, no, it's no problem. I was gonna say, if you don't have a friend over there that could, you could try one of the fluff slugs, but it looks like you're covered.

[And then he gets more serious, though the smile isn't going away.]

And good luck, okay?

[If she hadn't just died, she would so be wishing she could do just that right about now. Just let her disappear into the wall or something, please.]

Ah, yes. Thank you. And to you as well.

[Fff, it's not like he wouldn't have thought of it if he weren't already doing it himself.]

Sure thing. And--if you want someone to talk to, just give me a call.

[And he waves before cutting the video.]

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