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starlogs2017-01-04 10:39 pm
firstrebel) wrote in starlogs2017-01-04 10:39 pm
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WHO: Hera and Y O U
WHERE: Various
WHEN: The first few days after Hera's arrival, Jan 4-7 or so
WHAT: Hera adjusts. Or pretends to. Or actually just tries to sneakily figure out what's actually going on here, either/or.
WARNINGS: none as of yet
001. Exploring
Naturally, Hera's first thought upon being kidnapped (again) was that this was some sort of new ploy by the Empire. Maybe they'd developed a new way of getting information from dissidents?
But the more she sees and hears, the less likely that seems. Oh, sure, some of the Empire's worst are devious, even cunning, but by and large, they're not imaginative. Why be subtle, or use trickery, when there's brute force and truth serum?
So, okay, she's probably not somehow imprisoned on an Imperial Star Destroyer. That leaves the story she was actually given, or... what? Hera means to find out, and to that end, she is exploring every inch of this ship, this Eluvio, that she can get away with. She might pretend to be on a cleaning crew or something, to get into a room here or there. If nothing else, the more she knows about this ship, the better equipped she'll be to - run away from it the first chance she gets.
002. Shopping district
"You expect me to what?" she shouts at the unsuspecting shop owner. Incredulous. Her voice rising, angry, sharp. "Let me make one thing clear, you pile of blurrg droppings: I am no one's model, or dancer, or pretty piece of furniture."
The tirade continues for approximately eight minutes, before Hera storms out of the clothing shop and into the shopping district, ready to glare daggers at anyone who might even think about putting her in a dress against her will.
003. Atrium
Truth be told, the Ghost feels pretty lonely to Hera. She's glad to have it with her, she supposes. If nothing else, it'll probably end up being her getaway vehicle. It's hers, and she couldn't do without it. But it's also empty now. It's just her. Not even Chopper is around to liven things up a little, like in the old days before she met Kanan. It's depressing, so she has to find someplace else to spend time quietly. The Atrium fits the bill relatively well. The zen garden even reminds her vaguely of the province on Ryloth where she grew up.
Hera's not big on meditation - that's really Kanan's thing. But she finds herself sitting, watching the calm waters. Whatever this situation is that she's in, she's going to have to get herself out. Make plans. Find allies. She's done it before, she can manage it again. She has to get back to her family.
WHERE: Various
WHEN: The first few days after Hera's arrival, Jan 4-7 or so
WHAT: Hera adjusts. Or pretends to. Or actually just tries to sneakily figure out what's actually going on here, either/or.
WARNINGS: none as of yet
001. Exploring
Naturally, Hera's first thought upon being kidnapped (again) was that this was some sort of new ploy by the Empire. Maybe they'd developed a new way of getting information from dissidents?
But the more she sees and hears, the less likely that seems. Oh, sure, some of the Empire's worst are devious, even cunning, but by and large, they're not imaginative. Why be subtle, or use trickery, when there's brute force and truth serum?
So, okay, she's probably not somehow imprisoned on an Imperial Star Destroyer. That leaves the story she was actually given, or... what? Hera means to find out, and to that end, she is exploring every inch of this ship, this Eluvio, that she can get away with. She might pretend to be on a cleaning crew or something, to get into a room here or there. If nothing else, the more she knows about this ship, the better equipped she'll be to - run away from it the first chance she gets.
002. Shopping district
"You expect me to what?" she shouts at the unsuspecting shop owner. Incredulous. Her voice rising, angry, sharp. "Let me make one thing clear, you pile of blurrg droppings: I am no one's model, or dancer, or pretty piece of furniture."
The tirade continues for approximately eight minutes, before Hera storms out of the clothing shop and into the shopping district, ready to glare daggers at anyone who might even think about putting her in a dress against her will.
003. Atrium
Truth be told, the Ghost feels pretty lonely to Hera. She's glad to have it with her, she supposes. If nothing else, it'll probably end up being her getaway vehicle. It's hers, and she couldn't do without it. But it's also empty now. It's just her. Not even Chopper is around to liven things up a little, like in the old days before she met Kanan. It's depressing, so she has to find someplace else to spend time quietly. The Atrium fits the bill relatively well. The zen garden even reminds her vaguely of the province on Ryloth where she grew up.
Hera's not big on meditation - that's really Kanan's thing. But she finds herself sitting, watching the calm waters. Whatever this situation is that she's in, she's going to have to get herself out. Make plans. Find allies. She's done it before, she can manage it again. She has to get back to her family.
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"I don't think being curious is rude. I'm a Twi'lek. My home planet is called Ryloth."
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He's glad that's not the case, though. She does seem friendly and fairly easygoing so far, he can definitely appreciate those traits on a person.
"Sorry to say I've never heard of it. If it exists in my galaxy, it's got to be on the farthest edges of it," he says, further adding. "I'm human, for the record. From a planet called Earth."
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She pauses a moment, then turns to look at Kirk.
"I've never heard of Earth, either."
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He'd go with the former rather than the latter. Only because he can't imagine humans moving around and not keeping records or at the very least myths or legends about their planet of origin.
As a certain Vulcan would put it, "Fascinating."
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But he nods at her answer. "Sounds like space travel is very commonplace in your galaxy."
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"As for space travel, yes. That's also been around for a very long time." She waves a hand vaguely around them. "But so far as I know, no one's ever gone beyond the reaches of the galaxy." Until now, apparently.
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Definitely not long enough for humans to forget about Earth, or for the planet to die out or become uninhabitable.
"I'd say this is pretty beyond the limits of our galaxies. A whole other universe entirely, and all that. It must make us some kind of pioneers, huh?"
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She shakes her head after a moment, and shrugs. "I don't know. That's a little hard to wrap my head around, you know? A different universe?"
Also she's not sure she wants to be that far separated from her crew - her family.
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It's such a normal thing for him, he's never really stopped to think about it before. But it really is impressive to think of all the advancements they've achieved in his universe in such a short amount of time.
"I can't say that's the same for me. I've actually come into contact with an alternate reality myself, before coming here. Or rather, someone from that reality came into contact with mine. So I do know it's not that unlikely, even if it takes a lot to manage something like this." So many people, from so many different places, all converging into one. More than just a time travel incident creating a ripple effect.
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"I'm having a hard enough time working out things in my own universe, let alone coming into contact with an alternate reality," she murmurs with a half-smile.
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"I've met an older version of my first officer. During his lifetime, he knew another alternate version of me, as well as of several other people that also exist in my own reality."
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