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driftfleet2016-09-17 03:26 pm
poisoninmypocket) wrote in driftfleet2016-09-17 03:26 pm
Act 1 | text
Who: Monty Navarro
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Heron
When: September 16th
[Monty isn't a complete stranger to being one place and then suddenly being another. This typically has some element of delusion or other magic involved, though. Suddenly finding himself aboard a random ship in the fleet is disconcerting. But Renart's given him a basic rundown of what's going on, and he's glanced through this latest communications network. There's far too much to take in. But there is one matter he's been wondering about.]
To All Souls Present,
My name is Lord Montague D'Ysquith Navarro, most recently of the Fortress Between. I should extend my apologies if this is a query that has been answered before, but is there, perhaps, a list of persons who once were held within the confines of this fleet who have since departed? And is it known where these disappeared persons might go?
Regards,
Navarro
ACTION - SS Heron
[Monty's not entirely sure how much he should go just wandering about a strange ship when he's just arrived, really. He probably ought to introduce himself to the captain, find out if there's some place for him to actually sleep, where the food Renart mentioned might be... But, well, a man does get distracted. Specifically, he's been distracted by the Med/Science Lab. Everything in it should, by rights, be absolutely foreign, but his hands seem to know what they're doing when he picks up devices, and he knows what the different medicines he finds are and what they do.
It's unnerving, disturbing, whatever had he done to be so deserving of such an augment? And how in god's name is this possible? He's really trying to take it in stride, but he's back to being a no one, stranded away from all the people he's known for more than a year, except Renart, whom he hasn't even found, yet.
Anyone stepping into the medical lab will find a young gentleman dressed to the nines in a suit from a bygone era, moving around and trying desperately to keep himself distracted from... everything by mucking about with the equipment.]
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Heron
When: September 16th
[Monty isn't a complete stranger to being one place and then suddenly being another. This typically has some element of delusion or other magic involved, though. Suddenly finding himself aboard a random ship in the fleet is disconcerting. But Renart's given him a basic rundown of what's going on, and he's glanced through this latest communications network. There's far too much to take in. But there is one matter he's been wondering about.]
To All Souls Present,
My name is Lord Montague D'Ysquith Navarro, most recently of the Fortress Between. I should extend my apologies if this is a query that has been answered before, but is there, perhaps, a list of persons who once were held within the confines of this fleet who have since departed? And is it known where these disappeared persons might go?
Regards,
Navarro
ACTION - SS Heron
[Monty's not entirely sure how much he should go just wandering about a strange ship when he's just arrived, really. He probably ought to introduce himself to the captain, find out if there's some place for him to actually sleep, where the food Renart mentioned might be... But, well, a man does get distracted. Specifically, he's been distracted by the Med/Science Lab. Everything in it should, by rights, be absolutely foreign, but his hands seem to know what they're doing when he picks up devices, and he knows what the different medicines he finds are and what they do.
It's unnerving, disturbing, whatever had he done to be so deserving of such an augment? And how in god's name is this possible? He's really trying to take it in stride, but he's back to being a no one, stranded away from all the people he's known for more than a year, except Renart, whom he hasn't even found, yet.
Anyone stepping into the medical lab will find a young gentleman dressed to the nines in a suit from a bygone era, moving around and trying desperately to keep himself distracted from... everything by mucking about with the equipment.]
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No, I'm not either of them. I wouldn't get your hopes high however, they really don't seem to do much around here either.
[Hux has high standards though so take that as you will.]
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I was a stockbroker and chief officer of my family's banking house in my native reality, sir. I have a talent with numbers, as well as organization and execution of various executive tasks. I am not daunted by the prospect of hard work, though. I'm quite self-sufficient, and would be happy to provide cleaning, cooking, and tailoring service, as-needed.
I've also taken some efforts to develop my sword-fighting capabilities, though my blade seems to have been lost in my transfer to this place. I have some basic engineering knowledge as I headed an effort to restore an aqueduct in disrepair in my previous locality. But in brief, I am willing and able to develop what skills I may need to better assist our crew and see that the SS Heron is considered the prized vessel of the fleet.
[If there... is such a thing. He hopes you were asking for a resume there, Hux, because you're getting one, whether you wanted it or not.]
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This ship would take a lot of work to bring it up to anything that would be considered 'prized' or even decent.
You said you had some engineering experience though. What else have you worked on?
[He really hoped that he wasn't the only one on this ship who knew something so basic like hyperdrive technology.]
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[Monty is, ever, an optimist. He got away with murdering a majority of his family. They can do anything!]
My knowledge is quite basic, I fear. I next undertook repair of a water mill connected to the aqueduct, but was pulled from that place to this before we could move onto other projects. We were dealing with what we were told was the end of reality in a wasteland. This place is quite extraordinary, compared to that.
I can also, ah... produce some small, simple items.
[He picks up a tea cup and saucer from the counter that was absolutely not there a moment before and steps over to offer it to the other man.]
Would you care for some tea?
[There is, indeed, tea in the cup, earl grey and steaming.]
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He started to ask what Monty meant by produce items when he saw the tea cup and saucer. It was if it simply...appeared.]
How did you do that?
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An ability I retained from my previous reality of residence, sir. I'm able to believe certain things into existence. Nothing terribly complex, but it can be convenient when there's a tool needed at hand, or a cup of tea to soothe the nerves.
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Is it limited to things you know or if I show you something could you will it into being?
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I can make things I'm shown, but as I said, nothing terribly complex. I could make a hammer for you, but something like a mobile phone would be beyond the realm of my capabilities. There are also certain, um... limitations on its regular use. Anything larger tends to drain my abilities and they need to be restored.
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[Hux honestly had never heard of such a thing before. He turned on his datapad, pulling up some files as he thought how he could test this.]
Hm, alright...[Above the screen of the datapad a holo image of a star destroyer appeared.]
Can you make a model of this?
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[But he'll fall quiet as his eyes light up at the datapad and hologram. He's seen Zexion do this with his illusion magic, but that looks... that seems to be related to the datapad, itself.]
I think so.
[Monty takes a sip of the tea he's holding and frowns thoughtfully at the holo image before moving away from Hux and toward a cabinet. He sets down the tea, and opens the cabinet, pulling out a painted wooden model of the star destroyer. It's about the size of a palm.]
Like this, sir?
[And so Hux will be presented with his requested model.]
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Hux waited, the image vanishing after a moment, not sure what to expect. When Monty moved towards the cabinet he turned the datapad off but his eyes widened as he saw the model star destroyer.
This was Finalizer and far more detailed than he had expected. He reached out to take it and it was solid to the touch and he turned it over in his hand.]
Yes, that would be it. The detail is impressive.
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The young gentleman is pleased with the reaction to the model, though.]
Thank you, sir. You're welcome to keep that, of course. I hope it can be a reminder of home, however distant it might be. That is the nature of my ability, though. If you had a cog for a machine you wished to reproduce, I could likely make that, as well, for instance. I've been able to make food and clothing in the past, as well. The food, I would caution, is likely not a substitute for eating anything real, but it would taste good, at least.
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[He had plans for every inch of Finalizer on his datapad along with the holo images but he wasn't sure why seeing this model in his hands felt different. He had invested so much time and care into that star destroyer, it was his more than it was the Order's.]
I will have to remember that, certainly.
[Already he definitely thought better of Monty than the rest of his crew-mates.]
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Excellent, Mister...?
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[He didn't care if he came off as rude, honestly. If Monty's biggest problem with him was with his manners that was still a vast improvement compared to how he got on with the rest of the crew.]
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My role here is security. [Not that he really did anything about it.]
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That is all. [He turned the model over in his hand before turning on his heel and leaving, turning over possibilities in his mind.]
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