Video + Action - Open arrival

[generalgrievous]

Who: Grievous
Broadcast: Fleetwide/All
Action: The Marsiva
When: Arrival; today

[Action/Video]

[Upon awakening on one of the Marsiva's bunks, the tall cyborg flailed in a very unflattering way - metallic limbs struck a nearby wall and with a startled grunt he swung around and landed unceremoniously on the floor. He growls indignantly - his humiliation to be seen by anyone who happens to be nearby and the general audience - before he rises to his full imposing height. Narrowing reptilian eyes, he spies a communicator and picks it up with clawed fingers. It doesn't take him long to figure out how it works and he sends a video message across the network. The narrowed golden eyes are the main indication of how much he's scowling since the rest of his face is hidden by a strangely shaped skull-like mask. His voice is rough and angry.]

If this is a plot of the Jedi and the Republic, you will pay for this outrage. Return me at once.

Comments

action;

[woodcarving]

[Magnus leans out of the bunk on the other side of the room and sees some robot guy squirming around on the floor. The urge to rip his arms off is intense. Like super intense. And this guy appears to have extra arms, so like... maybe he can give away a couple? Ugh, fuck, it's been so long since he could rip a robot's arms off.]

Uh...

[He raises a hand. Maybe it's a friendly robot?]

Hail and well met!

action;

[generalgrievous]

[Grievous' angry stare whips toward the voice.]

Who are you?

[The tone is somehow threatening rather than simply a curious question.]

action;

[woodcarving]

[Magnus swings his legs out onto the floor.]

I'm... Magnus. Hi. Hi, I'm Magnus. Whoa there, buddy. [He looks the guy up and down. Even without real weapons, this guy looks pretty badass. Still... those arms... goddamn.] I just woke up too! Or, well, I woke up yesterday and I've been playing games on this thing since I can't break down all the doors.

[He holds up the communicator helpfully.]

action;

[generalgrievous]

[The arms are now snapped back to looking like two, after his initial flailing.]

Games? You think this is a game?

[He misinterpreted the words and intentions, glaring at the man - and not yet returning the introduction.]

action;

[woodcarving]

[Magnus looks very confused.]

It-- no? There's like, this little blob game on here where you eat other blobs and become a snake and you have to try not to run into anyone else. And there's one where you're a unicorn. It's pretty great-- you should try it. Might help with your... aggro problem...

I'm not happy being trapped here either, but you gotta-- you gotta understand that not everyone's your enemy. I'm trapped here, same as you.

action;

[generalgrievous]

[The cyborg shakes his head, trying to understand about unicorns and blobs and snakes. He doesn't get it.]

So it is a prison.

action;

[woodcarving]

[Magnus gently pets the fourth wall.]

Yeah. That's what I gather. There's a pretty sweet view and a bunch of like... spaceships out there. I'm not sure if we're stuck here forever? God, I hope not.

[He sets the communicator down.]

What's your name? I noticed you have arms. I... like... your arms?

[ n a i l e d i t ]

Voice

[tempredmental]

[Keith had heard that term before...]

Jedi? You know of the Jedi?

[generalgrievous]

They are the enemy.

[tempredmental]

[Keith hesitated.]

I'm gonna guess you don't like them.

[generalgrievous]

I told you. They are the enemy of the entire galaxy. They must be eradicated to prevent them causing further destruction.

[His voice is very harsh and earnest, believing this sincerely.]

[tempredmental]

What are they doing?

[Keith would go along with this for a while to see where it led.]

[generalgrievous]

If you have not been affected, then you are one of the lucky ones.

They work for the corrupt republic and fight their battles. Their arrogance ruins planets and lives. There are far too many incidents to mention here.

[But the tension in his voice has a personally wronged edge. His planet had certainly been affected to the negative by the Jedi.]

[Voice]

[tiedonastring]

Unfortunately this is not a plot by the Jedi or the Republic. They are not here.

[Voice]

[generalgrievous]

That would be good news... but then what is the explanation for it? Who is responsible?

[Voice]

[tiedonastring]

[Hux can't help but speak in a bored tone, having to rely simple information over and over again. Grievous may recognize the accent that he speaks with as well.]

Have you bothered to check out the basic information given to you upon your arrival? You managed to figure out how to use the data pad to make such a post. It also has the information you're seeking there.

[Voice]

[generalgrievous]

[He hasn't paid all that much attention to that yet. Sometimes demanding answers worked just as well. He isn't one for diplomatic subtlety.]

Lies. Subterfuge. It is not a guarantee of the truth.

[Voice]

[tiedonastring]

[Hux could feel a headache coming in and gave a wary sigh.]

Right... and you expect the people here to be honest and supply you the information you need that you don't trust what's supplied in the data pad?

[Voice]

[generalgrievous]

I expect nothing besides my immediate release.

[There was clearly a threat underlying his words.]

video;

[universal_charm]

Things would be so much simpler if it was a plot by Jedi and/or a Republic.

video;

[generalgrievous]

You or I may be misunderstanding the word 'simpler'.

Explain.

Re: video;

[universal_charm]

Well it would be simpler because we would know who was behind all this. As it stands it’s one big mystery.

_{[ He has the tone of a man who has been hammering at the same wall for far to long and is begging for a smack to his own head. ]}

video;

[generalgrievous]

Has there been no demands?

Re: video;

[universal_charm]

In the standard way one thinks of terms? No. But we’ve been operated on and while not explicitly told to dance to a monkey’s tune, it sure feels that way a lot.

video;

[generalgrievous]

So you are being used as... experiments.