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Who: Tempest
Broadcast: fleetwide text
Action: The Golden, should you feel inclined
When: now

i will make this quick as to not waste my time and yours

those of you who have been down to the planet - do you sense anything strange at all? and if so, what? do tell, inquiring minds, etc

if not, then feel free to disregard and refer to the first sentence

thank you

geonomy

Who: You! Me! Everybody!
Broadcast: idk but we've sure got a pretty broad cast of folks eh, eh
Action: HECK YEAH PLANET MINGLE
When: 10/7 until plot update or recaptcha

It's a deep, deep forest filled to the brim with fungi, mysterious life forms, and pitch black darkness. Explore if you dare and discover all these things and more! Just don't get lost...

robitussin

Who: opal
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: n/a
When: 10/3

two truths and a lie time

give me three facts about you (two true and one not true) and i have to guess which is which

indulge me i'm bored. but please don't allude to your tragic backstory i don't have energy for that right now

ready set go

leftonjakku

Who: Rey and ~~Hux~~Armitage
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: For S.S. Bloodsport.
When: Monday evening.

Hold on. [The small voice is somewhat muted at first while a communicator is being turned this way and that.] I think we’ll be able to reach others with this -

[With the communicator finally facing the right way, the image of a small girl comes into focus. Her hair is in the same style she will wear when she is older and much of her clothing is similar too.]

Isn’t your name Armitage? Can I call you Armi?

That’s not my name though… [Another voice, this one also younger and uncertain can be heard then and when the communicator shifts there is a 5 year old with sharp blue eyes and orange hair. He’s wearing a fitted uniform of an Imperial officer though the only insignia is an armband around one arm bearing the symbol of the Galactic Empire. He still has some dust on his clothes, a small cut on one cheek but his expression is determined.] I just need to find the Commandant and the fleet before they leave.

Someone will know. [Rey has the simple trust of a child, though recently her trust has been badly shaken. Being left on a remote desert planet will do that to you. However she is three or so years older than her companion and she feels the need to take charge and soothe his worries.]

If anyone can hear, we’re looking for the...Commandant? I’m also looking for Jakku. [Though she really, really doesn’t want to go back there. But her family might come back and look for her.

She takes a deep breath.] I need to go back to Jakku, but I like it better here. Armi has been really nice and I don't see very many kids in the desert.

[The nickname is sticking and there is obviously a growing affection for the small boy.]

metachrosis

Who: Espio
Broadcast: Fleetwide - Text
Action: On the Golden
When: September 23rd, because shuffle!

[By now, everyone must be used to people wondering how and why they're here, and then perhaps throwing confused temper tantrums over being here. Surely the new passengers ought to be filled with questions for all the lovely people within the Fleet to answer? Or perhaps accuse everyone of kidnap?

After being on the Marsiva, and now being on this little ship, Espio has managed to work his way through what confusion he had, and now he's just... angry. If he could encrypt this somehow, there would be a very angry wall of incomprehensible ranting on the network as he vents, but since his ID number will be associated with him eventually, his anger is condensed into two simple sentences that express none of his feelings and don't help him feel better at all:]

That's the third time. Hope you know I hate every single one of you.

[No signature is given. He doesn't care to identify himself right now.]

[And on the Golden...

The confetti was unappreciated. The pudding... well, okay, that got eaten, because while it was kind of plastic-tasting to him it was still a free sweet. Espio isn't particularly inclined to explore his new surroundings, though. He's kind of still mad at said surroundings. His exploration of the vessel is therefore slow, consisting mostly of lurking in corridors or on the bridge, pulling faces at things, and shooting any fellow crew members an irritable glare rather than doing the sensible thing and introducing himself.]

What do you want?

complicatedliar

Who: Anyone who wants to hang on the Iskaulit
Broadcast: nah
Action: Iskaulit mingle, darlings
When: All day every day (at least for the month)

[We're drifting, so it's a perfect time to make use of the many fine establishments on our common ship.]

hot4engines

Who: Kaylee Frye and YOU
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Golden
When: September 16th

[The face that appears onscreen might be familiar to some Fleet members- except her hair is brown to Jennifer's blonde, and this gal definitely has a different accent. Also, she looks pretty crabby.]

Okay. So. I barely wake up in bed on this strange ship afore I appear on another one, and all I get for my troubles is a cup of pudding? No "hello, here's a recording explaining everything"? A nice dinner, maybe? 'least it tastes like actual chocolate... [She sighs, then softens up.] I been watching the network a bit, so I'm just gonna skip the part where I demand to be taken home. So, uh, I guess I'll just say hello. I'm Kaylee, I love ships n' engines, so at least I'll feel a little at home here, but other than that, I ain't quite sure what's going on.

ACTION - SS Golden

[As she waits for responses, Kaylee can be found exploring her new home, poking at the various bits of protein available in the kitchen, looking around her new quarters, but she spends the most time in the engine room, enthralled.]

facehands

Who: Six
Broadcast: Text
Action: Caprine
When: Today!

This is the worst broadcast ever. You're all fired.
0 out of 6.
No one wants to watch a show with moisture and colours. Some of us can't even see colours!
So inconsiderate.

Also where is my planet. I was promised a planet.
You're all fired. Again.

[ GOOD MORNING FLEETERS. You're all fired apparently. ]

( SS Caprine )

pompous_today

Who: Simon Tam and YOU
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: N/A
When: August 28th

I have been trying to avoid getting roped into this nonsense with the different factions, but it's looking more and more inevitable that I may have to join one. Has anyone taken a particular liking to theirs?

I have to admit, though... it's times like these that make me wonder why I am still here. Does the audience enjoy my rebellious nature in refusing to choose a side? Am I only here because of my skills? It's something I have been pondering a lot lately.

castintoflames

Who: Maedhros & You!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Huntress
When: August 27th

I do not know who this might effect, but I thought it polite to inform you that I am now part of the Huntress's crew. (He had been aboard the S.S. Bishop before.) Furthermore, I have informed myself on what might be possible for...something I lack.

Those who have knowledge of mechanics - particularly where artificial limbs are concerned - are of great interest to me. My name is Maedhros or Maitimo and I wish to speak to you at your earliest convenience.

throwsdown

Who: Takeshi!
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: Golden, if wanted
When: Sometime recently!

[Takeshi has taken it upon himself to scrutinize this whole 'faction' thing very intensely!!

But, uh.

He's still unsure on why it's gotta even be this way.]

... I still don't get it!!

Why'd they got three teams? How do you pick which one? How come it's split up for everyone? I don't know where I should go... and I wanna be everyone's friends. Can't I just be Team Fleet? I wanna be Team Fleet... Or Team Moons! Because we shouldn't even split up, 'cus we're all on a team together already, aren't we? This is kinda weird... And I don't know which one I should be...

[A moment of thought. And then - HUFF.]

Even when I was fighting aliens and I was on a team, we still all worked with the other teams... We had to survive together!

[Survive is a big buzzword for him, m'kay.]

The moon people fight each other all the time! I'd get tired of arguing so much, I think my head would fall right off...! Why doesn't everyone just join together and make a super team that's got lots of strengths? How come they're gonna make life harder for themselves and start causing trouble with each other?

If we all put brains n' braveness n' surviving all together, we get something good!

Don't we?

save_the_souls

Who: Allen Walker
Broadcast: Video
Action: SS Blue Fish
When: Today

[For those who've been here awhile, a familiar scene comes onto the feed. Allen's standing behind a table in the Blue Fish clinic. The lab itself looks a bit more...cluttered than usual. It's what happens when the person who keeps things orderly vanishes. Timcanpy is behind him on the shelf, wearing a small orange hat]

Hello everyone. If you don't know me, I'm Allen Walker, one of the medics aboard the Blue Fish. Nice to see you all again.

Just a couple announcements today! We'll be holding our bimonthly blood drive this weekend. The blood donated is kept for medical emergencies that require a blood transfusion. In other words, we use scientific methods to help someone whose lost a lot of blood. If you donate, we'll gladly pay you!

If you're interested and are over the age of 16, please fill out the form attached to this video. [And what do you know, it's there] If you're interested in volunteering, please let me know. Vampires and similar beings interested in volunteering will need to be able to have restraint around blood and will not be allowed to sample the blood. The blood drive will be held on the SS Blue Fish, as usual.

And as always, there will be cookies to anyone who volunteers or donates.

Second, I want to thank everyone who volunteered to help out with the first aid kits. We've managed to make good headway on them, though there's still more to be done if you're still interested in volunteering. Largely, we need more medical supplies, people to assemble the kits and people to help distribute them. If you're interested in having a first aid kit for your business, ship or shuttles- please let me know.

[And for the last part...his smile seems to die down some.]

Finally, at this point it'd be...irresponsible for me to continue to overlook the fact that there have been a number of augment glitches in the past few months that have turned...dangerous.

[He hesitate a moment before speaking.]

I don't know why the change, and honestly you can speculate why in your own time. But speaking as someone who lived in a place that'd have similar issues....the best thing you can do is prepare. Make sure crews know what to do in case of an emergency, whether that be evacuation routes or defensive measures. Make sure there's more than one plan as well, just in case the first one doesn't work or doesn't apply.

If there's a cause for concern that a glitch could affect you in a dangerous way, speak with the people you trust. Develop plans or preventative measures to help minimize the danger. Don't try to take care of the problem all by yourself and don't assume the worst won't happen to you. I know it's by no means easy to share such things and I'm not going to pretend you can or should trust everyone in the fleet with your secrets, but ... [There's a pause as he's clearly thinking about something bad, but he clears his throat and carries on] Well, it's better than the alternative.

Anyway, that's all I have to today. Thank you. [And the feed cuts out]

[OOC: As usual, the blood drive will be handwaved! First Aid Kits can be handwaved as well, but feel free to use them as a means for threads whether it be supply gathering, assembly or giving them to people]

only_skin_deep

Who: Mystique and open.
Broadcast: Yes.
Action: SS Golden.
When: Now.

[During one of her brief stop offs between planets, Mystique has come across a package left for her in the Golden’s cargo bay. Opening up the box, she scowls at the contents. It’s an hour or so later that a broadcast goes up to the Fleet.] Does anyone want clothing?

[Panning the camera around her feed shows a selection of clothing laid out on the floor of the cargo bay, ranging over several centuries and decades of style, from similar to those they found on the previous Green planet, to more ‘futuristic’ styles as predicted by earlier eras.] I don’t need them. Don’t send them to me again.

bloodbiter

Who: adelina
Broadcast: video
Action: she's mostly hanging out on the planet if you want to seek her out!
When: today

[as the feed turns on, it focuses not on a person, but on a weapon instead - one of the laser swords that can be found on the planet. a voice can be heard, however.]

The goods being sold on this planet are incredible. If you haven't looked as of yet because you wish to remain unaffiliated, I would reconsider that decision.

[the view of the video swivels until adelina is in the frame, and she smiles. laser sword!! so cool!! it cost an obscene amount but she's satisfied.]

I am curious, though, as to what faction everyone has chosen and the reason for that decision. I can see the merit in each group, to be perfectly honest, so I would like to hear other perspectives.

fuga

Who: Lauralae & you
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Starstruck
When: Now

do you ever question why they brought you here?

what have you learned, since?

has it been worthwhile?

flawless_precision

Network

[In the spirit of keeping a low profile and capitalizing on the fact that most of the people of her world haven't seen her face, Phasma decides to break the network silence with an anonymous text post in order to attempt to gather intel.]

To what extent would you sacrifice securities for freedom?

Action

[Ever since her visit to the green planet before their departure, and her conversation with General Hux, she's been playing mute aboard her ship; observing, listening, using a minimalist pantomime where absolutely necessary. She doesn't trust her crew, she doesn't trust the ship, and she doesn't trust Atroma. The one person she does trust she's agreed not to contact unless in a guaranteed secure location, which isn't anywhere on the Fleet itself.]

[She keeps to herself, but if you're lucky you might catch her making a meal to take to her quarters (or the hanger, or wherever there is a quite, lonley spot). If she does happen to appear where there are people gathered, it's on the fringe, where she can quietly observe the conversation without feeling obligated to add to it.]

tetractys

Who: Bill Cipher
Broadcast: First to the SS Golden, then to the rest of the fleet after a few days
Action: Aboard the Golden
When: Wednesday - Friday

[Action:]

[There's a distinct smell of smoke when the comms fry, on the Golden, and a horrible electronic whine just barely within the high range of human hearing. The ship blinks off of fleet radar. Fifteen seconds go by, and the system fails to reboot itself. Thirty seconds. Sixty.

By the time any of the rest of the crew can come investigate, a bespectacled man with his sleeves rolled up is elbow-deep in the comm array, a small flashlight between his teeth. He hasn't been around the ship before, no one will recognize him. The ship's had all the equipment associated with a Communications officer for a month now, it's just that nobody's touched it, or even showed up to claim the title. So maybe this is the guy making an appearance, finally? Then again, it's a little weird that he's never come out of his cabin for meals, if he's been here that long.

The man waves over anyone who gets close and pulls the flashlight out of his mouth to hand it to them, if they'll accept it.]

Hi. Hold this, will you?

( Text, to the crew of the Golden )

[Audio, fleetwide.]

[It's thirty-six hours into the rebuild when the systems suddenly click back on in a burst of static and feedback. Muffled, triumphant cackling is audible down the entire main corridor of the Golden. The ship comes back into radar detection. On the communicator network, an unfamiliar male voice crackles to life. Anyone who's heard Bill's real voice in a dream won't recognize this one - he's borrowing it from a friend.]

Hellooooo, fleet! This is a systems test, the SS Golden hailing any other satellites that can recieve. Please respond if I'm getting through to you! I've got some pret-ty interesting news about what just put us into a blackout.

( Private-locked to self only )
[(FQ PBBJP XQOLJX EXP X CLB, XK FKQBOZBMQLO PQFII RKKXJBA
F'SB PELTK JV ZXOA IBQ'P EXSB PLJB CRK
QEBOB KLT XOB QEOBB PFABP FK QEFP DXJB)]
((Want your character with a Commuications augment to be able to catch and decode that last message? PM or hit me up on Plurk, I'm totally down for that!))

bullhorned

Who: Gendry
Broadcast: NEVER
Action: On the Iskaulit and the Golden
When: August

The Golden

He'd went to sleep in his nice comfortable bed on the planet, completely oblivious to the notion that the fleet would be leaving that very same night. It was simply one of those things for which he'd had no intention of worrying about it. He woke with a start later because his augment was designed for one thing, which was to tend to the ship's engines. So when the ship began to sound just a bit ragged, he instinctively rolled off the floor the Atroma had unceremoniously dumped him in.

So they were right. He muttered some curses, then pulled himself up to his feet and went to work. After an hour making careful calibrations and monitoring the sensor readings (thank gods he'd learned to read!), he was finally able to return things to what he thought was comfortable. He would afterwards reflect that he really had absolutely no idea what he'd been doing, but the important thing was that the ship hadn't blown up and that this was about the best anyone could hope for. Though as he looked at the contents of what he had to work with, an idea had begun to come to mind.

Some days later, his crew would find him having already removed many of the panels off the stove as he tried to find a way to increase the heat. This was only his preliminary efforts, but he was fully convinced that he could cobble up the components he would need to make a workable forge up here in space. He had the experience, the knowledge, and absolutely none of the permission required to make it a reality.

(tl;dr: find gendry tearing up the kitchen, working on the ship, or paying a little too close of attention to what the exercise equipment is made of.)

The Iskaulit

At some point, someone had the decency to tell Gendry that he wouldn't have to live the rest of his life confined to one tiny ship trying to take things apart in order to stay busy. Instead he was able to live his life confined to several ships, one of which was large enough to be its own sort of marketplace. So one shuttle ride later and he was there!

There was absolutely nothing that interested him. The purpose of the gym eluded him, he didn't want to meditate, he barely could read so books were right out, he wasn't feeling particularly devout, and he hadn't been long enough away from the planet to feel particularly sentimental about seeing plants being grown. So that only left the space bar. With the well practiced ease of a man who spent an awful lot of time on a medieval world, he ordered an ale. What he received wasn't quite as frothy or watery or dirty as what he was used to drinking, but it was certainly a beverage. Eventually a few drinks later and he finds himself sitting on a bench in the public art display, staring at the mural of an artificial sunset.

(tl;dr: gendry can be found at the bar, checking out the art exhibit, or otherwise just wandering the iskaulit taking in the sights for the first time..)

frellme

Who: Aeryn Sun
Broadcast: Fleet wide
Action: On the Golden? Say hi!
When: Late Saturday

[Have a fairly irritated looking face scowling at you fleet. She is not happy and she has no problem sharing that.]

While I was ill it seems someone has take the liberty to go through my things and replace my weapons and uniform with these. [Oh..that's where so many of those fluffslugs ended up. There's about three dozen or so in various bags she's managed to catch.]

I would appreciate the return of my pulse pistol and my boots if nothing else. And will someone please claim these...things.

bloodbiter

Who: adelina
Broadcast: yes
Action: on the golden!
When: backdated to right after this week's shuffle

action

[have you ever seen a teenager trying their absolute hardest to look dignified while reeling from being suddenly teleported onto a new ship, covered in confetti, and holding some kind of pudding dessert?

well, now you have. and she's raising a hand to wave at anyone who happens to see her here on the bridge of the ship. say hello to your new transfer, golden!]

video

[shortly after becoming more acclimated to the new ship, she's putting out a short video message.]

I wanted to let anyone who may be interested that I've transferred ships from the Huntress to the Golden to be with a friend who recently arrived in the Fleet.

[but that isn't the only reason she made this broadcast. she's curious about something as well.]

I know others have mentioned there is a spot in this planet that will provide one important item to you. I was wondering what others have received. I think it would be interesting to hear about.

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