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revivalproject2020-01-31 06:25 pm
callmegeneral) wrote in revivalproject2020-01-31 06:25 pm
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Arrival
WHO: General Organa and you!
WHERE: Ship / planet / network
WHAT: The General has just arrived. Yay.
WHEN: End of January, pre-Feb event.
WARNINGS: None yet!
First Breath
Of all the ships grounded in the hangar, it seems only appropriate that the one which allows Leia access is the one that, upon entry, immediately reminds her of the Falcon. Maybe they are all like this, inside, though from their markedly different exteriors she thinks that is likely not the case. At any rate, she appreciates very much the sense of familiarity and the small but definite comfort such a thing provides.
Mindful that members of the crew may be aboard, she is cautious in her exploration. The cockpit is empty, and so the General takes a seat in the pilot’s chair and allows her thoughts to drift back to what feels like another lifetime. It is peaceful here, quiet and serene and tranquil enough that she slowly, slowly begins to relax and her eyes slowly, slowly droop closed. Good thing she is not actually tasked with flying this ship, for she has most certainly fallen asleep at the controls.
Network // Communicator
[ It’s sort of like a hologram, this video thing—-though Leia would personally prefer holographic technology.
Nevertheless, she angles the camera just so and sends her message out into the ether. ]
Do any of you happen to know exactly what planet we’re on? Or if this planet is part of a particular system?
By way of introductions, I am Leia Organa—-General Organa, if that means anything to anyone here.
[ Doubtful, but worth a try. The galaxy as she knows it is large; it is entirely possible she has ended up somewhere unknown… or in another galaxy, altogether. ]
WHERE: Ship / planet / network
WHAT: The General has just arrived. Yay.
WHEN: End of January, pre-Feb event.
WARNINGS: None yet!
First Breath
Of all the ships grounded in the hangar, it seems only appropriate that the one which allows Leia access is the one that, upon entry, immediately reminds her of the Falcon. Maybe they are all like this, inside, though from their markedly different exteriors she thinks that is likely not the case. At any rate, she appreciates very much the sense of familiarity and the small but definite comfort such a thing provides.
Mindful that members of the crew may be aboard, she is cautious in her exploration. The cockpit is empty, and so the General takes a seat in the pilot’s chair and allows her thoughts to drift back to what feels like another lifetime. It is peaceful here, quiet and serene and tranquil enough that she slowly, slowly begins to relax and her eyes slowly, slowly droop closed. Good thing she is not actually tasked with flying this ship, for she has most certainly fallen asleep at the controls.
Network // Communicator
[ It’s sort of like a hologram, this video thing—-though Leia would personally prefer holographic technology.
Nevertheless, she angles the camera just so and sends her message out into the ether. ]
Do any of you happen to know exactly what planet we’re on? Or if this planet is part of a particular system?
By way of introductions, I am Leia Organa—-General Organa, if that means anything to anyone here.
[ Doubtful, but worth a try. The galaxy as she knows it is large; it is entirely possible she has ended up somewhere unknown… or in another galaxy, altogether. ]
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I have to admit, I'm overjoyed to see both of you.
[ She steps back to get a good look at Poe, assessing his appearance, determining from that assessment that he looks well enough. And BB-8 certainly seems in good spirits, too. ]
First things first, Commander. How can I help? I assume that's why I'm here, although I still haven't figured out exactly... how I got here.
no subject
Same to you, General.
[Poe straightens up a little as she looks him over. No injuries to speak of, no except possibly his pride over the most recent events, though luckily Leia wasn't here to witness that. The only real sign of distress would be that pent up energy of a grounded pilot, and the frustration that comes with it.]
I wish I had a clearer answer for you. They haven't exactly been forth coming with what they want from us yet. Something happened to their people, their city. We're meant to fix it some how.