Video Broadcast - OTA (Post Storm)

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[Hey guys, look who it is. The bright and cheerful and constantly snarky kid. Who is smiling wide, though it looks a bit strained. Good news, his arm has healed since getting back. Bad news, Tommy looks nervous and maybe a hint of stressed as the video starts. But hey, he's in the greenhouse, which is obvious from the greenery around him. And his communication device is propped up against something, because his hands are in the shot, working at the soil around a lush Cyanana plant, clearly working fertilizer into the soil with care.]

So, like... Just because we've got the ships and stuff doesn't mean it's not important for us to maintain the greenhouse, right? We were gone for a while and not all the places in here did well while we were gone. And then I was walking around and realized that we're sorta scattered, the people working here. So maybe people with the skill should, like, coordinate? Because fresh food on the ships is good too. We can preserve shit and put it on the ships for variation.

I also wanna do, like, hydroponics on some of the ships. So if we gets spaced again for a while, we can have fresh stuff.

Guess...

[He sighs and his hand cards through his hair. Which means some dirt is now there in the perfect white strands.]

Guess I mean I'm willing to help organize. Map out the greenhouse, help us figure out schedules and when to work on different plants and that shit. Or not. Someone else can take that charge. I don't much care. It just needs done. Might also need an engineer to help with the ship part. And maybe people to okay adding it to other ships and to take care of the plants.

Anyway uh...

[Let him be useful. He failed as a hero in the storm. Disappointment and frustration flash across his face in the video and then it's gone.]

Thoughts?

Comments

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[Oops. Definitely a button. A trigger. All that shit. Tommy sits there through the rant because yeah, earned. But then he shrugs.]

Didn't fucking know that. But the way you were talking about him... Sounded more like a pet than a being. One of my best friends was a humanoid droid made of future tech, called a Synthezoid. I don't like people just calling people like that anything other than people.

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[He takes a deep breath to calm himself.]

I do not know of Synthezoids. Droids are... Different, though. Some of them wish for freedom, to be seen as sentient beings.

Some, like RE-1, follow their programming and what they were made to do and are happy with that. An artificial intelligence can learn and grow, and RE-1 is intelligent. Intelligent enough to run for the hills should I treat him badly.

[He gives Tommy a pointed look here.] Many in my world do not see droids as sentient, believe they're merely malfunctioning when they act out of turn. I am not one of those- I've seen droids behave in many varied ways, outside of their programmed purpose.

Doesn't mean it counts for all of them. And as I said, RE-1 was programmed to respond to male pronouns. It may change, yes. And he will tell me, should he decide otherwise.

[Another pointed look.] He'd also tell me should he be unhappy with how I treat him.

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[Well, that's something.]

My world has a history of slavery, and when that fails, lashing out at things that are different. I won't standby and watch that happen. Hell, I'm like half robot or something.

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My family were slaves long before I was born... [He pets RE-1, seeming a bit calmer.] My ancestor died dishonorably and his entire bloodline fell into slavery. I don't know exactly how long we were slaves...

But hundreds of years, at least. Possibly longer. Possibly over a thousand. Generations upon generations of my family born only to get a shock collar slapped around their necks before they could even walk or talk.

[He lived that way too. He was well into his teens when he was dragged out.] Slavery is common too, in the Empire I am from. Especially for aliens, like myself. We're seen as subhuman. Barely above animals.

[He can discuss it pretty calmly. He's not ashamed of where he came from. He shouldn't be ashamed, and he isn't.] I am one of the Empire's leaders now- but changing the way things have been will take work. Doesn't mean I don't find slavery to be cruel and destructive, though.

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Yeah that... sounds like how humans see mutants.

[And that gets him. Makes him sick. Makes him LOOK sick to even think about it. The things that had happened to him had happened because humans treated mutants worse than even aliens that came to their world.]

[kallig]

... Why don't we talk about something more pleasant?

[Altair is relatively okay with his own slavery. He's also good with being an alien, since it forced him to adapt very quickly.

But he gets it.]

When I come by the greenhouse you can meet RE-1 in person.

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[Well, his life isn't even REMOTELY happy right now so yeah, pleasant isn't happening.]

Okay. That might be nice.

[kallig]

[RE-1 gives a pleasant warble- seems he's looking forward to it, too.]

He can help us get a lay of the land, too. He is a scout, after all. So when it comes to exploring, he's the best.

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Well, this whole place could DEFINITELY stand to get sorted out.

[kallig]

That it could.

[No question about that.] First priority has to be anywhere that will actually help us survive, though.

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Which probably includes flipping off that 'Kylo' idiot.

[kallig]

[Look at this deadpan expression, Tommy. Look at it. Altair looks so tired and so annoyed.]

Ah yes, that scum. We'll have to deal with him eventually...

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[He can probably punch the guy fast enough to turn him to mush. Is that okay?]

I feel like 'eventually' is wrong.

[kallig]

I'd like to give him the chance to prove he's got a brain rattling about in his skull before resorting to murder and mayhem, but...

[Sigh.]

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He doesn't seem to think before talking, right?

[kallig]

I do believe something needs to be done- destroying supplies when we're already worried about getting by is unforgivable.

[Sigh. He wishes he could find murder as easy as he used to.]

Perhaps a mere communal beating would be better.

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Seems fair. But someone says he's got powers.

[kallig]

And so do most of the rest of us. I am Sith too, similar to what he is- though I don't think he self-identifies as Sith the way I do.

[To Altair, being Sith is special. Not so much to Kylo, even if Kylo seems strong in the Dark side.]

I don't think he could hold his own against all of us.

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[Sith? Like he even knows what that is and why it's important.]

And if he does? My brother and my mom are here. Well, sorta my mom. I don't want them hurt.

[kallig]

I know the feeling. I have people here I don't want to see harmed. Not to mention there are also children around- and a pregnant woman, as well.

[He's only spoken to the children and the woman once or twice, but he's still worried for them and concerned about the threat that Kylo represents.]

I don't think he's too much for all of us to handle though, truly. He is strong in the Force, but so am I. And many have abilities beyond those of Sith and Jedi, abilities he won't be prepared to face.

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[Pregnant woman? Children? News to him. One that definitely has him concerned. They definitely need protected.]

So you've got magic powers? Interesting. I'm just, you know, fast. Can't do my explosions stuff.

[kallig]

I've not spoken to them much, but they are here.

[However cruel it is to put pregnant women and literal children in danger. He's sort of extra angry with the Agrii for bringing them here.]

And yes, I have "magic powers" as you put it.

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Weird. Guess I wasn't expecting that of you, Party-Man.

[kallig]

What, you thought I was a helpless civilian of some sort?

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Woulda been racist to assume you COULD do something just because you don't look human.