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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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Barnes. [ she spares them both the more familiar buck for the time being -- not least of all because she's worried about the fellow, mistaking him for the man who captains the heron. ] Good God, man, what are you talking about?

[ has his augment malfunctioned? has he lost his memories? her eyes narrow as she picks up her device -- red lipstick and sharp gaze and all. ]

Bucky? [A pause.] James? [The one who had looked more like this before had gone by James. But this man remembers being somewhere, but not here, so he's neither of them. Not exactly at least.]

Sounds like your last place officially wins the award for worst multidimensional prison I've heard of. [The one Erik and Hank had been in was pretty bad, but it sounded like there were fewer deaths per round. Makes coming from a place previously that had fruit punch rain seem like a real picnic.]

[Bucky might hear some quiet shuffling off to the side before a silver haired teenager pops up beside him, peering around his shoulder to look at the screen.]

So are you actually on this ship, or are you just messing with Lumiere's station for the hell of it?

[Not that she particularly minds one way or the other.]

[Natasha is hardly unprepared for this. After meeting another version of Hawkeye, and the stories she's heard—the memories she's seen—from a timeline where Barnes picked up the shield rather than Steve, she's prepared for a lot of things.

It's still strange seeing Barnes' face on someone else, someone who's not exactly not him, but isn't him either, but Natasha has an easy enough time compartmentalizing that reaction for later. Her expression and tone when she answers the video are entirely professional.]

Some. Not as much as we'd like. Some things you probably won't find people in a hurry to talk about over the network.

[It's safe to assume anything broadcast is monitored at this point.]

Anyone tell you yet you look a lot like someone else?

It's you.

[He recognizes the voice, the face, but he knows that it doesn't belong to his Bucky, but District 13 Bucky. But he doesn't dare reveal out loud that he knows that. There are cameras on them, after all. Better to let the Capitol assume that Aang recognizes him from the exposes they did on the original Victors.]

You really think this isn't just some really weird arena?

[Eleanor is in her room when she sees the broadcast, but it's not hard for her to recognize the bridge of the Wonderduck.]

[She proceeds to the bridge and approaches the newcomer cautiously. Even if she could have just responded to the broadcast, it wouldn't feel right. She's captain now, and it's best for her to meet with the new arrivals in person.]

Excuse me?

[Sorry the comms station is a mess, Bucky- Lumière lives in a state of perpetual organised chaos. He leans on the door leading to the bridge, arms folded, watching. ]

Well, non, in the time I've been here, we've never been pitted against one another in a death battle. So at least there's that!

[Cyril acts as the ship's pilot and so it makes sense for him to be on the bridge of the Wonderduck. Now, though, he wants to be there to talk to their newest member.

So the one-handed elf enters the bridge and offers Bucky a small smile if he happens to look up.]

Have you found out anything interesting since you reached out to the network?

[His tone is conversational, and the question probably should have been the second thing he said to Bucky after an introduction.

[Maybe it was her voice, or that look in her eyes. Maybe it was the red of her lips. Something caught his eye and stopped his heart before he could even fully process any of her words. It had been months.

"Looking for a small town girl from District 10 with eyes as pretty as marble and a tongue sharp as a knife."

"And who punches like a brick? Good thing she's looking for a small town boy who knows how to pay a lady a compliment."]

Peg?

[In that split second, it wasn't the district 13 soldier who answered her, it was the district 10 boy, looking for his small-town girl.

But another second passed and her words caught up to him and he could feel that ridiculous shard of hope that had sprung up shatter. Stupid. He knew it was likely there'd be familiar faces, how many version of him had passed through Panem in the time the Offworlders had been there? Other Peggys weren't outside the realm of possibility. In fact, this could be the very Peggy from any of those other Bucky's worlds and yet he'd slipped and let himself hope anyway.

Because it was her.

He looked away to gather himself and When he looked back, that business-clipped expression was back.]

Ms. Carter. Sorry for the confusion, but I don't think I'm who you're thinking of. I find that's a common problem when people get taken from their homes by power-hungry entities.

Edited 2018-04-02 02:46 (UTC)

[He can't help but give a dry laugh that nearly comes out as a bark. He couldn't even address the name thing in comparison to that.]

Yeah? I guess it was a multidimensional prison, in a way. But not for me. I'm afraid I call that place home, I was born there. Other people got lucky enough to be pulled there.

[If Panem was one of the worst places out there, he wouldn't be surprised. It also bode at least a little well for the rest of the option out there.]

I'm sorry, I don't know you, but you clearly know me. Or a version of me.

[He doesn't jump when she pops up, he's been on high alert since he got here and with that fun serum the Capitol pumped him with, hearing things got a lot easier. Including shuffling.

He does glance her way though, trying to asses if she seems like an immediate threat or not. Teenager or not. He'd grown up watching kids butcher other kids, he knew exactly what they could be capable of.]

I'm on this ship, as far as I have any reason to believe.

And no one was using it when I got here. [So he used it.]

[ Kara hops into the video, a look of recognition. she seems to talk before taking in what he's saying ]

When did you cut your hair?

[Home? That might have made sense to her if he didn't also recognize the names she'd used. After all, she'd seen doppelgangers before with entirely different lives and identities. So, this was a version of a Bucky from a place that could draw people but also set people up to die? Stranger still because she knows Bucky is also from a version of her world. She may not know any Avengers and the ones here now may not know her, but the Hawkeye who had been here knew of a Kitty Pryde. The overlap was close. They were in some subsection of Earths less distantly separated than some.]

Versions even. One of them is still here last I checked unless he developed a sense of humor and this is his/your April Fool's joke.

[ For one brief, fleeting moment, the familiar voice makes his heart skip a beat. It's one he hasn't heard in a long time, but one he would recognize anywhere. His own, in another lifetime, another universe where things panned out a little better or worse, depending on who you asked.

Bucky watches the feed impassively after he realizes that it's not who he thinks. Jim hadn't come back. It still doesn't negate that there's another version of himself out there in a different, equally shitty scenario. The look on this other-him is one he knows he wore when he first got to the fleet. Paranoid, challenging, and waiting. Instead of replying to video like his gut reaction tells him, he switches the communication over to text. ]

There is a file on the network dedicated to what we know of the Atroma, the fleet, and the planets so far.
Another document exists in the library on the Iskaulit about the Atroma that was liberated from a previous planet.

[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.]

[He recognized her. She'd been part of James and Steve's group, though he didn't think she'd been around long. Not the one he'd seen them with, the none who looked like the woman on the line. The other one had been around longer, though he wasn't a hundred percent sure the differences except which Bucky they knew. She'd been with her universe's Bucky. He remembered that little tidbit. Nothing showed in his expression.]

Good. That's smart. They're obviously watching us and monitering us. We're an investment and they wouldn't want us to break their system.

Back home, there were places people could go to talk, though, when sharing things that shouldn't be overheard.

[He wouldn't just out and say blind spots because that was the fastest way to make blind-spots seen and heard, but he trusted she'd understand enough.

That last part, though...he gives a wry grin.]

I've heard it more times than you can probably guess. There were four different versions of me back home at one point.

[He's still maybe a little salty about that whole 'original' Bucky thing. He was the original Bucky back home, he;d actually been born there. Not that it mattered here.]

[His surprise escapes like breath knocked out of him, not because his face was recognizable, he was too used to that, but because he was recognized. Someone knew him. They weren't close, but a sandbar could be an island when you were drowning.]

Aang.

No, I don't, the Capitol's too fond of it's drama. Even if we'd been captured and thrown into an arena as punishment, they would have made a spectacle out of us and our 'crimes.'

[He tried to offer a small smile.]

Besides...I'd like to see Snow try and do anything from six feet under.

[He appreciated her caution, even as he heard her come in. It was the smart thing to do, be cautious of the new person you run across; better to assume they had a knife in their pocket than a hand to offer.

He turned and nodded to greet her.]

Hello.

Can I help you?

[All too easily he slipped back into Liaison to The Offworlders, a friendly expression and a helpful word even if his mind was a million other places. Too bad she could probably help him a lot more than the other way around, all things considered.

God. Every single time he remembered how out of his element he was, the more he hated this.]

[Oh no...this isn't going to work. They're going to have to talk about this cause organization hell Bucky Barnes didn't do messy work places.

He's not even really thinking about it right now, though.]

Not since you've been here. And maybe not yet. It just depends on how long it takes them to decide we're too boring like this and need to kick it up a notch.

[Yes, that's his hello to his new crewmate: paranoid predictions.]

Edited 2018-04-02 04:20 (UTC)

Four? Well, in that case you'll be simplifying. There's only the two of you now.

[It also simplifies the conversation if he's already aware of different universes and different versions of themselves. There's enough to cover without that.]

I hear there was another one, but that was before my time.

[A half smile in return, quick.]

Hard to say just how much we're ever not being watched. That's part of the system. Supposedly, that's the appeal and hard to say where they're watching from.

But the general consensus is that face to face is more secure.

[Random people walking in was becoming a habit, it seemed. At least none of them were trying to sneak up on him.]

A little. Mostly that people are still cautious even in a supposedly safe place. [He glances up.] It's a good thing.

I assume you already know me since I'm the second Barnes here.

[This shouldn't be normal to him, but it sadly was.]

Edited 2018-04-02 04:32 (UTC)

[And here we go again.]

I haven't. Not recently. You're probably talking about the other Bucky Barnes.

I'm the new one.

[Can you hear how over this he already is? Because he is.]

No, actually. I just saw what you said on the network, and I knew we had a new crewmate.

I'm Cyril. I'm a pilot here on the Wonderduck.

[It's a relief to see someone else who seems to make some sense and remember the arenas, but it also makes Aang suspicious. Why this one? Why the Victor in District 13?

But he implies that Snow is dead, and that makes Aang pay attention.]

Where are you? I want to talk to you in person.

[He doesn't trust that these communicators will show him the truth. His eyes aren't always trustworthy, but they're more trustworthy than communicators. He's beginning to wonder if this is an elaborate trick to get him to reveal secrets about District 13 and the rebellion in the offworlder ranks, and he's not going to leave room for error when so many people could die.]

[Eleanor smiles in response. Her training as an Exorcist is enough to tell her that he's on edge, but she also doesn't sense any immediate danger.]

Yes, I wanted to introduce myself. I believe you've been assigned to this ship. My name is Eleanor Hume, and I'm its captain. Do you have any questions?

[It's cut and dry, but given what he said over the intercom, it's best to be straightforward right now. Arriving can be disorienting, and she wants to offer as much help and information as she can.]

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