driftfleet | action + video;

Who: Mirage Jenius + you!
Broadcast: Yes
Action: SS Starduck
When: Today!

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[Frankly the amount of time Mirage gets on the SS Marsiva is far too short for even the beginnings of an introduction to this whole space show business. She wakes up in her bunk and immediately understands this isn't the dorms and isn't even the Macross Elysion or anything like that. Wherever she is she was plucked straight from her VF unit, flight suit and all.

So this starts right out as a recon mission in her mind. However she ended up here she's alone and has to find her own way back. She's barely stepped out of her room with a grimly serious expression, noting the people just walking through the hallways like it's no big deal she's standing out here.

And then woosh, she's ... being covered in confetti?

There's music?

Mirage is just sort of stuck in place, eyes wide and expression befuddled. And then she makes out her first disbelieving words to any gathered crew there.]

... Pudding?

[What's going on here?!]

VIDEO;
[Alright, so things have been explained. Sort of? There's a ship and a fleet and some kind of show, that much she's gathered by now. She's been several hours roaming the SS Starduck and getting to know it's general layout, in particular where the shuttles are stored and such.

Now she's getting down to communicating across the other ships, a need to test the system being her primary excuse. She's wearing a stern, no nonsense expression here.]

I have been briefed on my current status and situation. [And now maybe just a touch angrier in tone.] I don't exactly appreciate this sort of treatment but--

[Ahem. Stay focused, Mirage. Treat this like a report or something similar, anger won't do much good.
She sighs out loud.]

My name is Mirage Jenius. Currently I am stationed aboard the SS Starduck. If there are others here from the Xaos company or the Macross Elysion, please respond.

[... How do you end one of these broadcasts? Mirage's stern expression briefly falters, a moment of confusion peeking through. Observant eyes will catch the tips of her ears reddening just slightly before she rushes through the rest.]

Thank you very much. Over and out.

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[Thankfully there is no collision to deal with. Instead it's just Mirage looking a little too gravely serious and exhausted. If she's visiting she looks like she might be the worst company ever at the moment.

So it's little surprise when she answers the opposite.]

It seems I'm a new arrival. I've been stationed here for the moment.

[Figure straight, quick bow. All military politeness without the salute portion.]

Mirage Jenius. I'm here as your new pilot, I believe.

[At least that's the impression she gets now that she's checked the crew roster. The flight suit looks more fitting knowing that.]

[The gravely serious doesn't bother him but he does give her a careful once-over for the apparent exhaustion. But unless he's reading it wrong she doesn't look like she's going to collapse in at least the next five minutes, which is good.]

Welcome, then. To what passes for home while we're here, I guess.

[There's a little skepticism in his voice but only because Bucky himself isn't used to the idea of traveling through space as a part of what amounts to a reality show. At least the Starduck seems to have a crew of level-headed people, which helps.]

Bucky. Security.

[He offers a handshake in lieu of a bow; he knows it's culturally appropriate in some places but it's not his thing.]

[She can do a handshake too and doesn't hesitate to do so now.]

What is security in charge of here?

[She sounds both curious and interested. She knew what security was generally for at home but roles may differ here.]

[It doesn't linger, just a quick, firm shake before Bucky takes his hand back to himself.]

Whatever it takes to keep the ship and her crew safe. Thankfully we've not encountered anything dangerous since I've been brought here, but it's only been a few weeks.

I see. You must be something of a jack of all trades then.

[She sounds pleased, appreciating people who can do a wide range of things. She's more or less a pilot and that's about it.]

That's a good word for it.

[It's definitely more polite than admitting exactly what kind of skills he has to be so confident in the endeavor.]

I'm probably too new to be of much help, but if you need anything...?

I'll keep you in mind.

[She finishes the sentence how she assumed it would go. That said:]

How long have you been here?

[A brief smile and nod follows the statement; she'd guessed his intent.]

Only for a few weeks. Feels much longer, but I suppose that's the nature of it.

Adjusting to a new place does feel pretty long.

[She's gone from home to the military and then on to a new base so she's had some experience there.]

You must be doing well though if you can give any instruction to new people.

Especially a place where we're watched and expected to perform, yet the watchers never quite show their faces.

[Adaptability is a necessary survival instinct. It's something he understands well.]

I was lucky in having people reach out to me when I arrived. I won't claim to be any sort of expert but I want to try to pass that favor forward.

That's a very thoughtful gesture.

[She sounds completely serious in her compliment.]

I'm sure I can't help with the intricacies of this place itself but I do know about space travel and visiting other planets in general.

We're all in this together, right?

[Not that they'll have to be bosom companions or anything like that but the way Bucky sees it they could at least try to get along with each other.]

This is my first time in space. Where I'm from something like this isn't even a possibility.

It was like that where in my world when my grandfather was younger. Space travel is pretty common now though. A lot of people are even born in space if you can believe that.

[Like a great deal of her own family for starters.]

Maybe we're headed in that direction too. [He can't help something of a laugh though.] I'd say that sounds unbelievable but almost everything about this place I would have considered unbelievable at one point.

Would you say there's quite a bit of diversity among the crews here then?

From what little I've observed, yes. If there's a pattern to it, it's escaped me.

I see. Where I'm from there have been some fights and such over time but now most people work together... mostly.

[The Windmerans did too at one point and may now that they're fight was more or less over.]

I wonder how they decide who has what role on the ships then. I understand the augments aren't necessarily based on one's own abilities.

I'm sure there will always be people who don't see eye to eye. But as far as I'm concerned it's not worth pursuing petty grievances, if they exist. If you don't like someone, it's not that hard to stay away from them.

[At least it hasn't been hard thus far to choose to avoid people. Bucky's not sure when or if that could change.]

I wish I had more of an idea of that as well. I'm security, but I was a soldier before this so the assignment makes sense.

Mm, it's the same way with me. I'm a pilot here and that's what I do at home as well.

[It's so strange of a coincidence for both of them that she can't help but wonder why their augments align with their skills so well but for others it's not necessarily the case.

She has to smile at his first point though. It's an attitude she well agrees with... for the most part.]

That's a very logical stance to take.

Makes me wonder if the augments are based on how good we are at those skills. It may be that whatever brought us here doesn't give us a matching augment if it's not impressed with how we've conducted ourselves in our homes. But that's just conjecture.

[And with no way of proving it, at least not to Bucky's knowledge. But it's probably not worth dwelling upon, not with only conjecture and guesswork.]

It works for me. Maybe when I've got my head wrapped more around this whole thing it could change, but it's fine for me now.

Possibly. I wouldn't really advise it though. The less of that sort of thing you involve yourself in, the less trouble you'll have around you.

[Or so she thinks because honestly she's sort of a Miss Goody Two-Shoes type.]

Unless something makes trouble. But I think that's my job anyway, keeping everyone here safe if trouble does try to make its way onto the ship.

[Which hopefully won't happen at all, but he's not holding his breath.]

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