driftfleet | Video/Action- First Pirate Transmission

Who: Panem!Bucky
Broadcast: Yes
Action: The Bridge of the Wonderduck
When: Now

[The video opens with a view of Bucky's face, hair short, face scruffy and a steel determination in his expression as though challenging the very fleet to suddenly do something and prove all his paranoid assumptions correct.]

The last time I was on a show for other's entertainment, we were made to fight and kill each other until only one person was left. Supposedly that's not the case here. Yet.

I assume some of you have been making attempts to learn more about this place and the people behind it.

[A pause. 'What do you know' was on the tip of his tongue, but he was the offworlder now. He didn't hold a single damn card in his hand he knew it too well. He hated it. He'd have to change that.]

What do we know?

[Anyone on the ship itself for any reason will find Bucky at the comms station, waiting for responses and seeing exactly how far the system would allow him to hack until the firewalls caught him. Sometimes you had to test the strength of the bars when you were in a cage.]

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[While Fie can be a definite threat when she ~~wants~~ needs to be, her current demeanor suggests nothing of the sort, aside from the unnaturally quiet approach. As is, she mostly seems like a curious, if not downright nosy, short teenage girl.]

That's fair. So is the thing in your head telling you that you're communications?

[Nosy and super tactful, clearly.]

[Thing in his head? Like the chip they implanted in the Offworlders to stop them from speaking their own languages a year in a half in? Only not quiet, the way she was implying.

But, then again, it would make sense. He'd walked in and known exactly how to use the terminal despite never having been in a spaceship or anything like it before.]

I guess so. The technology level isn't that different from where I come from, I hadn't thought about it. Broadcasts and communications were part of my job, so it'd make sense if they were trying to make use of me.

[He glanced from the terminal to Fie.]

What about you?

Lucky you. Not all of them make sense. [It's honestly not normal for her to be so chatty, but she wants to get a read on the new guy sooner than later.

Fie stares at him, her completely neutral.]

Why not take a guess?

[He looks over at her, as though appraising, then answers also completely neutral.]

Public relations.

No, but it really should've been.

[Does that mean he should try again?]

You would have been a natural.

[Sarcasm was a language Bucky spoke well and thoroughly enjoyed.]

Security?

[Deadpan is her style, learn it well, new guy.

She looks at him curiously.]

Why'd you guess that one?

Because that's where I would have put you.

[It takes a certain person for security and, this was his gut instinct talking, but she seemed the right type. He was usually pretty good about gauging that sort of thing. Usually.]

Does that mean I guessed right?

[Oh, he's sharp. Fie's expression changes to that of someone possessing skills far beyond her years. And a smirk.]

I like you. [She hops up on the console next to his work, avoiding sitting on any buttons.]

What's your name?

[And with that shift in her expression, he can tell his assumption wasn't misplaced. There was more to her than he'd even first given her credit for. Good.]

I like you too, ma'am.

It's Bucky.

[Wow, okay, she makes a displeased face.]

Why am I ma'am? That's weird.

[He's a little surprised, but he suspected this was far more a cultural thing than anything.]

Because that's how I was raised: all women or ma'am and all men are 'sir.' Being part of a military didn't exactly help to shake it, that's all. If you'd rather I don't, I won't. Simple as that.

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