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[poisoninmypocket]

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.]

Comments

[therewillbeorder]

I've never heard of a telephone before. [Telephones aren't practical with trying to call across the galaxy after all.

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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[He's never heard of a telephone, but all of this is primitive? It takes a moment to sort out that the man might mean it's something so obsolete, it's no longer relevant. That's both extraordinary and a little disheartening for Monty's goal to assist him in anything related to engineering.

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.

[therewillbeorder]

I will.

[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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[And this is where one would typically introduce himself. Monty waits for it for a second, and finally just asks.]

Excellent, Mister...?

[therewillbeorder]

Hux.

[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.]

[poisoninmypocket]

Mr. Hux, it's good to meet you. Might I inquire as to your role on the ship?

[therewillbeorder]

General, actually. [If someone was going to insist on calling him 'mister' he was going to use his proper military rank.]

My role here is security. [Not that he really did anything about it.]

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General. [Monty offers another small bow in deference. This man could be useful to him with that rank and that position.] I think, perhaps, I should see if I can locate our captain to at least let him know I'm here. Unless there's some other way I might be of service to you?

[therewillbeorder]

I will remember your offer. [He was sure in due time Monty would be warned about him but he didn't say anything about that.]

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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[Well, that's abrupt. Monty raises his brow in the wake of Hux's departure. What an interesting crew he's been saddled with.]