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Who: ANYONE!
Broadcast: ANYTHING!
Action: Probably either on or around the October planet!
When: Within the first couple of days that the planet shows up.

[holy shit you guys there is a planet, like, an actual planet now. what are you gonna do? get out and look? marvel at the locals? search for aliens? stand around your ship and questioning every life choice you've made up until this point? hang around in orbit because planets are for squares?

this is mostly for early stuff, so please feel free to make your own posts in the next couple of weeks with more planet (or station, or ship!) shenanigans.]

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[ she's a little startled, simply because she doesn't know him just yet. being a chihuahua type, she barks first. ]

I've been better! Is this a ship or a blender?

[Wow that is a bark, he holds up his hands in innocence]

Heeey, c'mon- it wasn't that bad a landing! [Though really it probably was with how much stuff got knocked around] The atmosphere on this planet's just a little rough! [Hella rough]

Speak for yourself! [ she folds her arms, turning a little defensively. really, though she's frustrated in general. it's just easy to blame the landing. ]

Is anyone here actually qualified to handle this craft?

[He gives a shrug and holds out his hands as he does so]

Sorry, there's just me. Don't think we have another pilot.

So it was your fault, then.
Well, that explains it.

[ H M P H. ]

Do a better job next time, won't you?

Hey hey, c'mon- it's not like we crashed right? I was busy making sure we didn't smash into some rocks thanks to all the turbulence!

Excuses. [ she wrinkles her nose. ]

Boy.
If we're going to be on this craft together, you ought to be polite and give me your name.

[Boy? Seriously? There's an expression of distaste that crosses his face. She's calling him that? She didn't seem older than him!]

[And so, since he really doesn't feel like being pushed around, he'll just give a flippant impression of a certain hothead-]

Give me your name, and I'll give you mine!

Hmm? How rude. [ she probably isn't older than him. boys are just lower life forms, you know? ]

Very well, then! I am Makoto, heir to the Matou family and seventeen years old. [ answers to both "princess" and "queen of the goddamn universe".]

Makoto, huh? Alright.

[He has no idea who the Matou family is, but it sounds like something a noble would say. Which goodie. Just what he wants to deal with! Someone's little princess]

Kaneis Major, twenty-three years old. [Since age is...apparently a thing for her]

I'll be your communications head, so I suspect we'll be dealing with one another often.

Let's work together well, alright?

Wait. You're our communications officer? You mean the one that's supposed to talk others out of attacking us?

[We are so screwed. Buuut whatever. He sighs and shrugs]

But, sure. Whatever. Not like I'm planning to crash the ship out of spite.

Yes, that's the one.

[ yeah, you really are screwed. hope you're ready for combat. ]

Are there many others on this craft, Mr... Major?

[Uuuugh combat. That sounds suspiciously like work. And he wrinkles his nose at the title. Because seriously, it makes him sound old]

Just Kaneis' fine. And not really, no. I think there's only one or two other people around.

[He's not exactly sure...how many. That requires caring more and effort]

Kaneis. [ she repeats, nodding. ]

I see. I don't know how many it usually takes to run something like this, but I assume we are understaffed.

That being said, while I am here you can count on me.

[ to be a sassmouth. also to help, she guesses. ]

I don't want to lose to anyone else.

Probably. [Then again, with how tiny these ships are...he's really not sure how many more it could fit]

[But wait what]

Lose to anyone else? Didn't think anyone actually thought this was a competition.