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» WHO? Padmé Amidala + You!
» WHEN? Through end of August
» WHERE? Deck 4, Medical, Bar, etc.
» WHAT? Her arrival and other happenings.
» WARNINGS? None for now.

( 0 0 1 ) » WAKE UP; DECK 4

[ The memory of an explosion is what she wakes to, her body still aching from being thrown to the ground. She can still taste the smoke, though none of it clings to her clothes-- Jolting upright nearly leaves her physically ill, but she's too distracted to notice. Her flight suit has been replaced, she's in an unfamiliar corridor, and there's absolutely no sign of Typho, Cordé, or the rest of her entourage. She's just... alone.

Grabbing the communicator beside her on the floor, she stops the looped recording and climbs to her feet, taking just a few seconds to orient herself as best she can before setting off in a random direction. She needs answers and she's not stopping until she gets them. ]

( 0 0 2 ) » MEDICAL & RESEARCH

[ Practicality is a staple of Padmé's life, as much as she sometimes wishes it weren't. She has to be realistic in her approach to things, and the reality is that she will not be able to properly face this unexpected situation if she was injured during the attack. There may not be any damage that she can outwardly see, but that does not rule out internal issues that may be worsening with each second, and so when she finds the medical bay, she doesn't hesitate to enter and address the person she finds there. ]

Please excuse the intrusion, but might I ask for your assistance?

( 0 0 3 ) » BAR

There has to be a reason we were brought here.

[ A bar wouldn't normally have been on her list of places to investigate, but considering she's already spent hours wandering the station and accomplished absolutely nothing for her efforts... Well, she's allowing herself exactly two drinks and one good rant before getting back to business. Hopefully her companion doesn't mind being peppered with questions. ]

What were you doing before you woke up here?

( 0 0 0 ) » WILDCARD

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[Kamala is here with the closest thing to Gatorade that the replicators will make for her. She doesn't drink, but she knows someone who likes to hang here. Truth be told, she's here to see if she can catch them. She'd never blow someone off with a good question. It helps that this very beautiful and elegant lady reminds her of Jyn who is super awesome in her books.] I was eating Doom dogs and talking to a hot dog vendor about my problems. How about you?

[ Padmé isn't entirely sure what a "Doom dog" is, but imagines that it must be some sort of popular street food wherever this young woman is from. Most street food she's had in her travels has been delicious, so she assumes it must also be, not that it matters much at the moment. ]

I was on my way to the capital of the Republic for an important meeting of the Senate.

[Kamala looks instantly sympathetic. She should have guessed this lady would turn out to be important. She does looks like an anime princess or something.] Ugh. I'm sorry! That sucks.

It does, yes. [ The expression might be foreign to her, but the sentiment is one she most certainly understands. ] I'd very much like to find a way off this station and back to where I'm needed, but I understand that's much easier said than done.

[Kamala nods. New and pretty lady got it in one!] Yeah that's totally it. We are working on it constantly, but we only make so much progress at a time.

Is there anywhere in that effort you feel more help might be needed or welcome? [ She's not at all. comfortable with the idea of being idle when there's work to be done, let alone actually doing it. ]

[Lucky for Padme she came to the right teenage girl.] Research! We basically have no idea how we got here or why. We've been unlocking areas to figure it out, including a library thanks to Jyn and her friend Bodhi, so looking through it would be super helpful.

[ Even though he's mostly all healed-- save the remnants of copper that still linger on his left forearm-- Hank hasn't left the medical wing in days. He doesn't want to go back to the room he shared with Charles and find it empty. Besides, he figures, he's of more use here.

He greets the woman who enters as politely as he can, too tired to worry about her reaction to a large blue furry man. ]

Yes? How can I help you?

[ The sight of a man covered in blue fur garners absolutely no reaction from her. She's spent her life working with other species who have all manner of physical differences to humans; this feels like just another day. ]

My convoy was attacked shortly before I was brought here. I don't feel any injuries, but I was hoping that someone here might be able to make certain there was no internal damage.

I was dying.

[ he was just at the bar for the soda, seeing as alcohol had no effect on him and he doesn't like the taste on top of that. being talked to by a petite woman wasn't what he was expecting, but it's no less weird than waking up in space, so tetora runs with it. ]

If this is the afterlife, it could be a lot freakier.

[ Dying? The idea takes her completely by surprise, but given the circumstances, she can see why one might make that conclusion, especially if the notion were supported by a religious belief. It's only her own stubbornness that has her refusing to even consider the possibility herself. ]

I do hope this isn't the afterlife. All those millennia spent wondering what comes next -- it would be such a shame for this to be it.

[Thank god they had beer. Sure, Kaiji hadn't recognised the brand- at this point, it would probably have freaked him out more if he had- but, considering some of the shit purporting itself to be beer he's willingly put in his mouth, he's not picky. Even so, all he's doing for the time being is holding the can against the inside of his wrist, hoping the frosty metal will cool his nerves faster than the alcohol will.

It's kind of a surprise when someone- a woman, perhaps around his age but with far more composure than he has in even one arm- interrupts him, though. From the defensive hunch of his shoulders to his twitchy, harried expression, he doesn't exactly give off welcoming vibes. More of a surprise, though, is that the company doesn't bother him.]

Huh? I-[- was en route to something very illegal, very dangerous and very poorly advised-] I was in a car. Must've drifted off, or...

[Or what? There are no reasonable explanations for any of this.]

I'm not totally convinced that this all isn't a weird nightmare.

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