driftfleet | Entries tagged with han solo

Who: Jean Grey
Broadcast: Fleet Wide
Action: N/A
When: 5 April

( Jean isn't a stranger to space. She isn't a stranger to time travel. She is, however, a stranger of being kidnapped to a space fleet, released, and kidnapped back. What's the deal? What's so special about her that the Atroma want to bring her back for another round? She's a telepath, sure, but there's other telepaths in the world. There's other mutants. She isn't any better than the rest of them. Still, there's a whisper in the back of her mind that she tamps down and locks shut - something she vacuum seals to keep it from contaminating the rest of her mind. You have the Phoenix Force. You're chosen. It's always you. Death and rebirth, cycling on. She turns on the camera and decides to just do it live. Stream of consciousness is still a thing in 2019, isn't it? )

Look, I was here before. The people were cool but the forced captivity was something I wasn't a fan of. I'm just a girl, ok? There's no reason why I need to be here over anyone else and I have shit I need to do back home. How do you get the Atroma to spring you permanently? Do you have to pay them off or something? Because I think I could swing something. I've got friends in high places.

( It's probably useless but Jean feels the need for agency. So much of her life depends on teamwork, on relying upon others to do the right thing and do their part and she's not someone who likes relinquishing control. It takes everything in her not to just take over; this is why group projects were never a good idea in school and should be permanently banned. The Atroma can stab themselves in the eye with a rusted spork for all she cares. She just wants to go home, finish her mission, grab a slice and do the same thing tomorrow. That's it. The normal desires of a twentysomething with the most dangerous job in the world, right? Right. )

Seriously, though. I'm not here for it. I just need to get back home and if anyone has left and come back before, hit me with your ideas. I'm not above telekinetically frying all the circuits on this piece of shit just to make a point. I think it might end in some consequences I don't want, though, so if you have ideas that aren't going to turn me into a vegetable, I'm all ears.

deathcouture

Who: Kravitz and YOU!
Broadcast: Yes!
Action: On the SS Bloodsport!
When: After the last shuffle!

1) [ action -- SS Bloodsport ]
[ Hello, Bloodsport, you have a new crew member! He's... very confused, wondering why he keeps getting yanked around -- honestly, it's kind of rude. And definitely not the kind of rude that can be made up for with pudding and confetti. Oh well.

He brushes the colorful bits of paper off of the sleeves of his suit coat, straightens his tie, and... starts walking. There's got to be a reason he's just suddenly appeared in this place, right? ]

Hello? ... Is there anyone actually here?

[ Because geez, it's quiet - and not the kind of quiet he likes. ]

2) [ video ]
[ So far, Kravitz's entire experience here has been 1) wake up in a giant spaceship. 2) attempt to regain bearings. 3) almost immediately end up whisked away onto some other ship with a *Pop!* and some confetti. 4) try the pudding. ... It's mediocre at best.

So when he finds this... very complicated Stone of Farspeech... and sees others using it to talk, of course he's going to give it a try. He turns it on, angles the camera well enough to get himself in-frame, and clears his throat. ]

-- Right. Well. I've pretty much gathered the short of what this all is, so beyond that, I have to ask: how cut-off are we? Because there are several people that I really should call right now, and I have a feeling the answer is going to be, "That's impossible". So... how impossible?

[ He's been stuck alone and cut-off from everyone and everything before. This situation is, arguably, better than that... but that doesn't mean he has to like it. ]

straightouttacarbonite

Who: Han Solo... solo. ~~shut up it was funny in my mind~~
Broadcast: Yep, to anyone who will listen
Action: not really but he's probably around the Caprine if you want him
When: a couple days into the drift

[ sup Fleet. Han is somewhere on his ship, though it's hard to see much over his shoulder. He looks fairly normal and maybe a little bit bored. ]

So the thing about trafficking stolen cargo-- not that I'm doing that or saying we should do that-- is, it's pretty pointless to steal something no one wants to buy. I guess it happens, if you don't know what you're getting.

I'm sure there's a black market for ribbon somewhere...

[ He looks a little perplexed, not troubled, just deep in thought. ]

I mean, there's gotta be, right?

dandyofawolf

Who: Sandalio
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Yes for anyone aboard the Blameless when he suddenly arrives
When: February 15th and 17th

[Sandalio has always been a clever one so it really hasn't taken him long to get a feel for this augment of his. Particularly since it really is helping with the one thing he happens to believe he excels at. Talking to other people. So Sandalio has set about to reach out to whoever might be listening. To help distract him from being away from his pack and Lyall. To stop the loneliness. To help ignore the confusion of not knowing where night begins and day ends...

Yes. Talking with people. That's what he'll do.]

Good evening. At least I suppose it is that. It's actually remarkably difficult to tell honestly. Usually I'd be able to but... No matter.

[He continues onward.]

I am the Lord Falmouth, Sandalio de Rabiffano. Presently I have an inquiry of sorts given the state of matters as they are. Where might one procure a decent cup of tea? While we are on the topic, if you will forgive me, is there a way to have meat?

You have my gratitude whatever your answers might be.

[He's a proper Victorian gentleman, alright. He can't help but to be polite even with the circumstances he's in. Even if he's stuck on this welcome ship. And that is why this proper British gentleman is tipping his hat politely as well before ending the transmission.]

straightouttacarbonite

Who: Han Solo + anyone on the Caprine
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Also yes
When: right before/after the 2/10 Shuffle

[ It's just about Han's luck that he, uh. Oversleeps.

That is to say, he wakes up on the Marsiva and has barely enough time to get his bearings-- to find his blaster missing and sidle over to the wide windows in the viewing bay to stare out at the unfamiliar stars-- before--

Okay, he actually has no idea before what. What happens. One minute he is quietly, definitely not panicking about the fact that he has no idea where he is, and then he's somewhere else with less idea of where he is, and confetti.

It takes him a few minutes more to catch up and (sort of) figure out the communicator, and by the time he actually tries to reach out, he looks visibly harried. ]

Okay, look, I really don't have time for whatever this is... And where is my ship?!

[ Because that is definitely the most. important. question. of all! ]

ranoutofluck

Who: Han Solo and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: the Golden and the planet
When: the 17th

[text]

that was fun. [No, it wasn't, Han's not slept so long in a long, long time. He's more than a little bit unhappy about it.] did I miss anything while I was out? besides stopping over at a planet for a while, anyway.

speaking of which, anything on there?

[action]

[Han can be found walking around SS Golden stretching his legs after a long time spent asleep in his cabin and occasionally talking to his crewmates and asking after what they've been up to since he fell asleep. He seems a little put out about having missed plenty while he was unconscious, which is--honestly not much of a change in his demeanor, he's always cranky over something.

He can also be found on the planet, hiking out to the massive ruins either by himself or with company. Hell, you might even want to keep him company, even just for a night--he's packed enough food and water for a few days of camping, along with gear for taking whatever he can lift off the hulk and sell off for a few credits, and he's willing enough to share what he's packed with somebody else.]

ranoutofluck

Who: One hotshot pilot, one cranky grandpa, and one probably-a-Jedi
Broadcast: Nope
Action: On the Iskaulit, at the Space Bar
When: Uhh, 9/25?

( shoot out the lights )

nerdeology

Who: You! Us! Everyone!
Broadcast: ???
Action: All over! It's a planet/moon mingle!
When: 8/15-9/12, or until captcha kills us all

Show some spirit! It's a new system, and that means new people, new shenanigans, new adventures, savvy? You'd better have enough moxie to thrive in this one...

Or maybe you're just here for the food.

falconing

Who: Visitors aboard the S.S. Huntress.
Action: The Huntress.
When: It's a mingle!

[ create top levels, mingle, say hello to the recently awoken comatose pilot, etc ]

forcesensitive

Who: Finn and everyone else!
Broadcast: Fleetwide video
Action: Marsiva
When: Today

[As is common with new arrivals, there are a few very confused moments of waking up and scrambling around before the Fleet's newest arrival manages to find and switch off the nearest camera.

About half an hour later and significantly less panicked-looking, he switches it back on. Some quality time spent with his augment answered the pressing questions, like where am I and why aren't there any weapons here, and that he's not going to get an answer to are my friends okay without a little further input from him. So. If they're here, he reasons, they'll recognize him.]

Shouldn't there be more people here? Or do I get to be the only lucky winner this week?

The name's Finn. There are people on the other ships out there, right?

[Look it's very lonely on the Marsiva right now.]

imahologram

Who: Leia Organa
Broadcast: Video, text, etc.
Action: On the Bishop
When: Main post is March 16, but we can do things anywhere from March 8-16 as needed

[video]

[When Leia appears onscreen, she's fully dressed, with her hair neatly braided and pinned up. However, she's very clearly sitting up in a bed, her body held more rigidly than usual. She has her ~~game~~ princess face on, the time to speak to the people face, but it's a little tight-looking around the edges.]

Attached to this message is the summary of a report on experiments recently performed on an augment. The full report may take some time for me to write, for reasons beyond my control. [The stab wounds. She means the stab wounds she's recovering from.] However, I hope this overview will be of use to anyone currently investigating the augments.

If you're thinking of trying to remove yours, the best advice I can give you is this: Don't.

[She pauses a moment before continuing.]

I'd also like to thank the kind person who sent me flowers. They're beautiful.

[text]

[Just like last time, the attached text file is an executive summary. This time, however, it's about that time they tried to remove Wolverine's augment.]

( report under cut )

[action, backdated network stuff]

[Since March 8, Leia has spent the vast majority of her time in her bunk on the Bishop. Close friends and family would have been informed of her injury, and shipmates would have received an apologetic note stating that she'll return to her duties as Communications Officer as soon as possible. If you'd like to bug her or send her a message, this post is as good a place as any. ♥]

scrubscrub

[Excuse the owlish-eyed girl with the weird pasted-on smile. She has things to talk about!]

Attention...!

I will not use names, because I don't want to embarrass them, b-but...! I needed to tell a very particular pilot something very important! And that is this: if you do d-decide to propose to Miss L — to, ummmm... to your girlfriend, you should not give her a ring made out of spaceship parts. Because that's kind of strange to wear. I believe that sort of advice should be applied to everyone, though...!

Unless the person you love really, really, really enjoys spaceships.

I suppose we should all wear what makes us happy!

I do admit, I've always wanted jewelry... I-I mean, I know they're very expensive most of the time, but I've never gotten to wear any before. Maybe I should make some! Oh, but I don't think I would be very good at it... Is there a particular way to make nice jewelry, even for someone like me? Necklaces and rings and....

....

I don't think I can wear earrings. That seems like it would hurt.

Ah!! I apologize, I guess I've been thinking so much about different topics! Like — games, and stories, and stuff to wear, and so many new things that I've never gotten to enjoy myself before. I think I even have.... friends! Do I? Is there a level that I need to reach with people before I can be friends with them? P-perhaps there's a way to officiate friendships...

Maybe with rings, like marriage! Friendship rings!!

falconing

Who: Members of the Huntress and visitors!
Action: The U.S.S. Huntress!
When: It's a mingle for the month of March!

[ it's that time of year! also, pr was on hiatus for a bit, and needs to throw herself into things, so indulge me!! ]

t65

Who: Luke Skywalker
Broadcast: Fleetwide (+ additional Blameless-only announcement.)
Action: on the Blameless.
When: 3/1

[Luke is sitting on the bridge of the Blameless, eyes bright.] Hello! I'm Luke Skywalker. [He waves.]

I was trying to think of a better way to ask this, but I realized it doesn't matter, does it? If the Atroma really watch our every move... [He cocks his head to the side, a tiny shrug.] Well, you know.

Anyway, I've heard of people disappearing from the fleet. Have you ever noticed anyone disappearing after doing something that might have made the Atroma angry? [Someone's feeling ballsy today. The defiant smirk on his face kind of backs up that interpretation.]

[He almost shuts the feed off before remembering-] Oh! One more thing... I've been talking people here, and most of the ones I've met are from systems-- planets-- without spaceflight technology. Some even without flight technology. I was wondering... well, I was going to ask if there was anything I should know about that, but I don't even know where to begin asking! I can't even imagine it.

( private broadcast to the SS Blameless. )

( action on the SS Blameless. )

t65

Who: Luke Skywalker
Broadcast: Fleetwide (Accidental)
Action: Marsiva
When: 2/16

[Luke Skywalker is sitting pensively in front of one of the wide windows on the Marsiva's Hospitality Deck. Rather than staring out into the darkness of space, he's bent over a tiny silver disk in his hands. It's open, revealing a series of wires, something mechanical and complex. Lacking any proper tools of his own, Luke is replying it with careful fingers and, occasionally, teeth.]

[Lacking any proper supplies, he's forced to improvise. At one point, he removes the glove on his right hand. There's a burn over the back, but the flesh cracks open to reveal more wires and mechanistry. Luke pulls some wires out, breaks them and inserts them into the disk. It seems to cause some of the fingers on his hand to twitch irregularly, but the disk is repaired. He presses a button, and a little blue holograph of a smiling couple appears.]

[He stares at it for a little while.]

[Finally, Luke notices that he's being recorded.] Hello, there. How long have you been on, hm? [He reaches over and turns off the feed.]

[Actually wait. A second later, Luke turns the feed back on.] I suppose if all of this is being recorded, I ought to introduce myself. I'm Luke Skywalker. It's a pleasure to meet you. [His smile kind of... twitches.] All of you.

universal_charm

Who: Jim Kirk & the good people of the Fleet
Broadcast: Video
Action: The Marsiva, Hospitality Deck
When: Now until the next shuffle

_{[ The feed pops up everyone will be greeted with a combination of fluffy, tousled golden hair and very angry looking bright blue eyes. There is a faint flush to his cheeks with make his few freckles stand out and his normally expressive mouth is set in a thin line.

Captain James Tiberius Kirk is not a happy man.

But then you might not be too if you had found yourself waking up and staring at a ceiling that was definitely not your ceiling on your ship, and definitely not in your bed. While the last part wasn't necessarily strange for him, the fact he did not remember getting there and that he did not have a partner last night was. That this was all happening on what was essentially the maiden voyage of his brand new ship on his brand new mission just made this more irritating than laughable.

On top of that, he could tell... something had been done to him. He wasn't quite sure what, but something, he could feel it on the back of his neck, and that was disturbing him far, far more than he cared to admit aloud. ]}

To anyone who can hear or see this - my name is Captain James Tiberius Kirk, of the Federation Star Ship Enterprise. I don't know what it is you think you're doing - and if this is some kind of prank, it's a damn poor one - but I would greatly appreciate an explanation and to be returned to my ship immediately.

I would really hate to start off on a misunderstanding, after all.

_{[ He flashes a smile now, as if to smooth things over, but there's a tightness in the corners.

The missive given, he'll be exploring what he personally thinks of as a rather large holding cell while he waits for a response, curious as to if he's alone, who else might be here, and if he can find out anything from the ship itself. Where's a terminal so he can poke at it? ]}

nulliverse

Who: Celeste Blackwell and the fleet
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Can be found sulking around the SS Golden kitchen
When: Feb 6, evening

[The last time this girl appeared on the network, she was in quite a hot rage, so it might be odd to see her looking quiet and pensive now. Sad, despite a slight smile, to those who really look closely.]

I've been away for awhile - don't ask, I don't quite understand it myself - but apparently I've come back just in time for Valentine's Day to be around the corner. And normally I'd be the last person to bring up something like this, but...

[But what? She doesn't say, just asks her question.]

... have you ever been in love? What were they like? What really made you think "My god, this is the one" when there are so many other people out there who might've been just as good? And I mean, if you're in love right now and you still want to answer, it needn't be past tense. I suppose - I just don't quite understand this either, I never have, but that doesn't stop it from happening.

[She appears to be at a loss for a moment, before shaking her head and chuckling to herself.]

My mates would laugh themselves sick if they could hear me now.

[And that's all.]

reek

Who: Theon Greyjoy
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: He'll be moping around the SS Paisley if you really need him
When: Current

[ The young man that sits before the camera is clearly both agitated and frustrated. Don't ask him about how he's settling in; the look on his face tells the story well enough. Not only did he have a terrible first day, but he spent nearly an hour working out what this strange device's actual purpose was.

To make up for lost time, his message is short and to the point, heavily punctuated by his angry tone: ]

Who do I speak to about an under-qualified captain?

[ This is a declaration of war. ]

two_jedi_sticks

Who: Jaina
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: There's a new engineer joining the Bishop.
When: She might manage to wait five minutes after the latest shuffling.

The layout of these controls don't make any kind of sense. Not by any scheme I've seen on a ship, anyway.

[Yep, there is a teenager with her device propped on a nearby console, leaning elbows on another while she peers at it, intent. As she goes, she nearly taps buttons and levers, behaving enough not to actually muck with anything.]

It's not like snubfighter controls. Believe me, I know. But if this were anything like a Corellian YT-series I'd expect this to handle pitch, and...that should be yaw. Are the thrusters strictly forward? Maybe there's a z-axis control.

[These are all incorrect, and she seems to understand that. She chews her bottom lip, distracted with thought, before she finally turns her head to look directly into the camera again.]

How universal are the designs on these ships? I'm on Bishop, and there's a few things I can peg as customizations, but not too much. I've got a feeling I should try to learn as much as I can. Especially if I'm going to have to open a few of these panels up after a while to make sure it keeps working correctly.

[Admittedly, part of that feeling is the simple fact that regardless of the circumstances surrounding her presence in this fleet, she is stoked about learning the intricacies of a new style of ship.]

pain_train

Who: Wrath!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: She will be bumming around on the Windrose since she blew all her cash on unicorn shoes.
When: Now

[Hey, it's a broadcast video of Wrath. Teeny lady, bright pink hair, big smile, assault rifle slung across her back. You know. That Wrath.]

Hello everyone in the fleet! I'm Wrath, the Security Officer on the Windrose. And I have a. Uh. Important scientific survey that I need to conduct.

Have you or has someone close to you been affected by hurfdurf? If you're not sure what hurfdurf is, here is an example.

[Video cuts to a different shot of Wrath and Vision standing in the Windrose's galley. It's staged like a very amateur home filming effort. They are obviously reading their lines from cards.]

[Vision, wearing a nametag that says Wrath:] Hey awesome buddy, want to get ice cream?

[Wrath, wearing a nametag that says Maine and scowling:] Um.

[The video freezes and Wrath continues in voice over:]

If I was a normal person, then I'd say fuck yeah I want ice cream. But as a person suffering from hurfdurf, this is what I think.

[Growly Maine voice:] I really like ice cream but only pussies like ice cream and I am obviously a giant and scary dude and I don't want anyone to know that I like stuff and have feelings even though I super want ice cream and will steal some from my friend when she is not looking.

[The Wrath and Vision video resumes.]

[Wrath grunts and shrugs.]

[Vision:] I don't know what that means.

[Cut back to just Wrath.]

After observation on my home planet, my hypothesis is that hurfdurf is uh--[Checks notecards.]--positively correlated with being a boy, because boys are dumb. However, new evidence has suggested that it might not be that, but actually having a wang causes hurfdurf. And that is more complicated because as everyone knows, not all boys have wangs and not all people who have or have had wangs at some point in their life are boys.

So if you could help me by answering these questions so we can figure this out and get to the root cause of hurfdurf that would really help.

[The questions appear on the screen in text as she reads them off.]

1) Have you or someone you know well been affected by hurfdurf?

2) If yes, are you or your friend a boy?

3) Do you or they have a wang? Or had a wang at the time of the hurfdurf?

Thank you very much for your help I will tell you what the results are when I have some so we can combat hurfdurf together.

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