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[it looks like you may have stumbled on a cinema channel. The picture quality is different from normal transmission. Hard to say how. Colors more intense but light more hazy. Sensory input… it's almost more tactile than visual. See in feeling. Wind on face, sun on back, weight on feet…
It's not this distortion that makes the land and the light look unearthly. It's not Earth.
An obsidian land, once melted, now hard and dry, ash and cavern, with a violet sky…]


three children are playing on a hillside )



[The display snapped back to this reality.

The woods of De Chima. Hitting the ground from the Porter at a dead run.

Cassian stumbling again to his knees, managed to keep it at dry heaving this time, pushing himself up against a tree, and slapping the comm angrily]


Work blast it.

Does anyone read me?

[flashes of their names, their faces, on the display as through his mind:

Bodhi—Veronica—Han—Poe

but perhaps none of them will mind, they'll understand, that the only names he can force through his throat right now:]


Jyn—Kay
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[THE UPDATED DOCUMENT sent to (recipients' IDs hidden IC) Cad Bane, Lando Calrissian, Poe Dameron, Count Dooku, Jyn Erso, General Grievous, Armitage Hux, K-2SO, Revan, Bodhi Rook, Anakin Skywalker, Luke Skywalker, Han Solo, with this note:]

please find attached updated history/timeline
and submit any corrections, notations, additions, redactions, +c




[Postscript only to Bodhi and Poe]

the idea of pooling our knowledge like this was my (probably idiotic) hope
to show how all conflicts are finite and history is pendular
ideally persuade not to bring same conflicts to this new place
doesn't seem to be working
but it's all happened
and i think those who helped it have a right to know

any input you'd like to give
i'd welcome very much

~ c.



[ooc: apologies to Kylo Ren and Meetra Surik, about whom Cassian still just doesn't know!
This is about the right date for this to be posted: just before all the Artillery Ambush -scapades kick off]

video;

Jul. 1st, 2017 10:18 pm
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[The communicator is set up in such a way that the main viewpoint is pointed at a clean countertop with what looks like... several glasses of milk, except the milk is various shades of blue. Some are more white than blue, and some are more blue than white. Overall, it's a little weird.

It's a little bit weirder, when behind the row of milk, is a seven-foot robot, and then a human woman.
]

Hello. Because Tanith fails to acknowledge that I have perfect recollection of what milk it supposed to look like, we have to unfortunately ask you people.

[Jyn rolls her eyes, heavily, at Kay's comment, then glares up at him before deadpanning over to the camera again.]

He's malfunctioning, obviously, and doesn't know anything about anything.

I think that the perfect shade of bantha milk is this one.


[She holds up a glass somewhere in the middle of the blue spectrum.]

I drank a lot of it, fermented especially, growing up. I know it's the right color.

You know, I don't think they're going to really know what the proper color is, considering their milk is white, for some reason.

[So everyone- what do you think? The slightly more blue milk, or the slightly less blue milk? Both milks look equally gross unless you're, you know, used to that.]

Video

Jun. 12th, 2017 10:51 am
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[The feed is simple, Revan, sitting in a darkened room, with only a single warm light to reveal him and the table at which he sits. Like a storyteller sitting by candlelight, or a dim fire. He folds his hands and smiles a smile that genuinely looks like it's for you. ]

Hello friends. I hope the day finds you well. I have a slightly more... indulgent question for you today. A bit of a hypothetical situation, with a less than obvious solution. And I'm interested to hear how you'd respond in such a situation. There are no right or wrong answers, I more want to explore your reasoning and logical process.

I encourage you all to see this as a discussion, and perhaps even a respectful debate. But this is not a place for judgements.

And so I shall begin. I will try to summarize as best I can, but if I'm unclear please feel free to ask for clarification.

Situation: There are two nations at war, one with a reputation for being good, and one that has proven itself time and again to be influenced by evil. There is a third, neutral, smaller nation that is offering to supply both sides with medical supplies, on the hard line condition that the war not come to their lands. On pain of death, and revocation of their trade agreement.

You have been called upon for you reputation of intellegence and clarity, [There's the slightest twitch at the corner of his lips, as if amused by his own description.] to review a potential breach in that agreement:

A solder for the former nation, with a long history of bravery and honor, stands accused of killing a soldier of the latter. And if found guilty will be executed and the nation of good will see valuable medical supplies cut off from troops in need. The soldier claims they are innocent.

While your investigation is length and nuanced, you eventually come to the conclusion that the two soldiers were having an affair. The living, "good" soldier thought it was love, while it turns out the deceased "evil" soldier was only using the other to spy and steal secrets. So when the living soldier found out, they lured the deceased out under the guise of a rendezvous, murdered them for their betrayal, then attempted to cover it up.

Faced with this knowledge, when asked for your verdict, what would you say? Knowing full well a guilty verdict would result in the soldiers death, and the "good" nation's losing valuable medical supplies to the "evil" nation. A fact that could potentially cost them the war?
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Why don't fish like basketball? They're afraid of the net.
What fish can perform operations? A sTurgeon.
What do you get when you cross a banker with a fish? A loan shark.
What do sea monsters eat? Fish and ships.
What is the difference between a piano and a fish? You can tune a piano but you cannot tuna fish.
What's the best way to catch a fish? Have some one throw it at you.
Did you know the octopus is the only fish that can squirt ink? Just squidding.
Why don't fish pass their exams? Because they work below C-Level.
Why did the octopus cross the road? To get to the other tide.
How do shellfish get to the hospital? In a clambulance.
Did you hear about the goldfish who went bankrupt? Now he's a bronze fish.
Did you hear about the fight in the kitchen? A fish got battered.
What do you call a fish with two knees? A tunee fish.
What fish goes up the river at 100mph? A motor pike.
What is the best way to communicate with a fish? Drop it a line.
Why did the fish go to Hollywood? He wanted to be a starfish.


[Yep. That's the post. Just a bunch of awful fishy jokes that are absolutely anonymous and no one can prove otherwise. However, his pool is limited...time to reach out.]

Your turn. Share your favorites, imPorts.

[Whether he means favorite fish jokes or favorite bad jokes is a mystery. Do your best worst, chums.]
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[ The video opens with Luke, just Luke, looking tired and worn, like he hasn’t slept for a million years. The picture is aimed slightly to his right, just so the viewer can see the wall just over his shoulder. He’s in the common room of Han’s apartment, not that that is immediately obvious, outside of the dazed and confused-looking smuggler just barely out of view. ]

Ah… so… I have a little problem right now.

[Han’s voice comes in, just out of view:] There’s no problem, I keep telling you, I’m fine. [This would be more convincing if Han’s voice wasn’t shaking a little.]

[ Luke’s gaze shifted off camera, giving him an exasperated look, before continuing: ]


My friend has a little problem; he can’t see right now and while the blindness is temporary, he’s… being himself.

[Oh wow rude. Han’s voice breaks in once more:]

It ain’t a problem! Look, my eyesight’s getting better. I can see a big light blur now. [He’s clearly bargaining, from his position on the couch covered in a warm blanket that somebody from the base very kindly gave him. It is not a strong position.

It also doesn’t help that he sounds like he spent hours out in the cold.]

[ Luke let out a stressed sounding noise, giving Han a look that practically screamed not to get off the damn couch, before he turned his focus back to the communicator. ]


...basically, I need help dealing with this.

For the last time, I’m fine! [Han again, interjecting from the couch. He sounds like he’s dying to get out of here and is willing to prove just how Totally Fine he is.] Here, see? Anyway, I’ve got something to do—ow!

[ That didn’t sound good. That sounded like Han, currently blind, bumped into something. Luke stared at him for a long moment, before he let out a suffering groan, planting a hand against his forehead. ]

I’m going to sit on him at this rate. I’ll take any suggestions anyone might have.

[ooc note: Luke, Han. both will reply.]
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[The master copy that he'll update with their additions/corrections/notations stays for now between himself and Kay—who'd calculated the LY -> BBY equivalences. They'll distribute it after collating everyone else's. For now, he doesn't want anyone's writings influencing one another's, so they'll all get the same draft: Cassian's overview based on his eidetic recall of Alliance Archives and news sources, which he attempts to not personally embellish. Sent in individual sets—chronologically, sheesh; hard not to now—with personalized addresses:]

[to Revan:]

Sorry my knowledge pre-3245 so sparse. Alliance Intelligence education cause-centric. We're on a different scale now. Your insight will be valuable

[to Count Dooku, General Grievous:]

My Lord; General; please find attached my preliminary report. Updates to follow as I incorporate additional accounts, including your own?

[to Anakin Skywalker:]

Jedi Skywalker; I'm compiling a master timeline of our galaxy's history, as sourced from its representatives on this world. My goal is objectivity and balance. Your perspective would be valued.

[to Jyn Erso, K-2SO:]

J - hit me
K - dont hit me


[to Lando Calrissian, Luke Skywalker, Han Solo:]

interested what you know re: any time period not just your own

[to Armitage Hux:] [ooc: GAH Cas has failed to meet Ren!! Hux can show him copy if he wants to respond anyway?]

Not an express condition of our neutrality, sending as gesture of transparency. Interested in your input but won't hold breath.

[to all:]

If prefer not to respond here, can meet in person. /c_a

[ooc: plurknotes & commentary
Document appearance IC will leave sources by default anonymous
Colorcoding is OOC for players to enjoy tracking biases/agendas in who provided what info/notations
Key e.g.:
• Cassian Andor
• K-2SO
ic:]


an imPort history of far, far away )

video

May. 29th, 2017 04:38 pm
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[The Major isn't wearing her usual provocative attire today, but rather the khaki dress uniform of a JSDF officer.]

Today is Memorial Day in the United States, ostensibly a day to honor those who died during military service, though it seems to mostly be an excuse for cookouts. I didn't serve in the American army, but I did fight alongside plenty of American soldiers during World War IV, many of whom didn't survive.

How many others here have been in the military? Whether it's the American armed forces or a military that doesn't even exist here, I'm sure we've all lost comrades. I'm going to visit some of the cemeteries around Maurtia Falls and put flowers on the graves of soldiers who may not have surviving families. Maybe you'd like to join me, or do the same in your city of choice.
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[Was that a mask? The visual shows what appears to be some sort of skeletal alien mask and the voice that accompanies it sounds oddly mechanical. Some here may recognize the cyborg General, even if just from historical records. While arriving as human, he'd quickly discovered his powers of transformation from the files he was given then after some brief experimenting he settled on the one he'd last been most familiar with. At least for now.]

Citizens. Heroes.

[The emphasized word seems to catch in his throat and there's a brief cough before he continues with an underlying growl to his tone.]

This is an unfortunate development. I was interrupted in the midst of a critical battle. I do not have time to deal with your little world's problems.

[The words are interrupted again by more coughing then an annoyed growl before the video cuts out abruptly.]
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I'm not going to waste time asking if there is a way off this backwater planet, it doesn't seem as if anyone has managed something so basic thus far. I don't understand why the natives of this planet seem to be proud of themselves as if this planet is something special despite being so primitive.

But it seems as I am stuck here for the foreseeable future so tell me what this planet has to offer, I'm curious to know.

[When he's done writing he switched to video but all that can be seen is a sheet with neatly written, very premise, Aurebesh symbols written on it-

'I'm sure some of you can read this. What is the last thing you recall before arriving here?'

No one seemed to know about Starkiller and the Hosnian System but he had to make sure and know who else was on this backwater planet. He held the paper there for a few moments before finally cutting the feed.]

( video )

May. 8th, 2017 03:15 am
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[ It's going to be the middle of the night when this video pops up on the network here. There's a redhead in bed, looking exhausted and like she might have been crying like she probably needs some serious sleep as she rubs a hand over her face, fingers brushing through her long red hair in some attempt to get it out of her face. The room's a little dark but it's not impossible to see her thanks to a night light being on nearby. ]

Hi...

[ So not awkward. ]

I know people leave-- get ported out, whatever you want to call, all the time.

[ There's a pause as she rests her chin in her palm and glances off to the side, thinking. ]

It kinda sucks, right? But I mean... if they go back to where they're from, then it's a good thing, right?

[ She looks back to the camera, lips pursed, trying to smile a little. ]

Are you ever happy or I guess... glad when someone goes back and isn't here anymore? I don't really mean someone you hate or whatever but... someone you're close to. It's good they go back, right?

[ She's sounding as though she needs reassurance on that and smiles a little again before she decides to shut this off. ]
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So, I hear there are ways for us to learn how to control our .. well, for lack of a better word, powers. Information on such an establishment would be appreciated.

01 // Video

May. 6th, 2017 12:24 am
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[Brendan took the explanation he got when he arrived about as well as could be expected, all things considered. It wasn’t the Promised Land, but it was a step up from home – not a big accomplishment, there – and much as he wasn’t keen on playing social butterfly, it was best to get the lay of the land when it came to the people. And hey, at least the powers that be were nice enough to patch up his glasses. Other than looking tired and deadpan, he’s practically good as new; at the very least, he’s composed as he looks into the camera and sets it up, though it takes him a moment to get the angle right.]

Sorry ‘bout the lack of technical skills. Not used to these things just yet. My name’s Brendan Frye. I’m a sophomore, though I somehow lucked my way into some AP classes, back home at least. I don’t bring a lot of skills to the table, here. Thought I was done with other people’s home-brewed chaos and frankly I don’t see myself getting too involved if I can’t figure out a way to not be one more burden for the people with real powers. All I got’s some healing and just enough strength to be useful, maybe.

I know nobody here owes me answers and I’m not looking to get in with anyone’s cliques; got no need to make waves and zero interest in that. Basically I’ve got some questions about school here, I wanna know what laws are different from back in California and if the cops around here are worth a damn – ‘cause they were crooks back in San Clemente – and if anyone can offer any bits of advice, that's all I'm after.

[With very little fanfare and no goodbye, he snaps the camera feed off. Whatever his feelings are on this superhero business, and he himself isn’t a hundred percent sure on what he feels, he’s playing it close to his chest for now.]

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It would seem business is booming in the import community again. Perhaps we have our ambassadors to thank? Or the Government? Or maybe this is a sign imports are beginning to take command of their destinies?

[Some might find the figure a bit familiar, if they'd had any eye for politics or the history of this world. But instead of the sharp black suit, Revan's lithe frame is adorned with humble robes of earthen browns. He stands in an open facility that looks a bit like a brightly lit garage. Only instead of vehicles there were rows of tools and various machines.]

Regardless, I'm proud of what you've all accomplished thus far.

I'd had the pleasure of meeting an... old friend from my universe. And he rekindled a passion of mine. One I'd like to share with you.

[At that, Revan nods both to the left and right of the screen, as if to signal to someone. But instead of a person, several metallic, creature-like constructs saunter, rolls, and glide into the shot with him. Some are short and squat, rolling around on a tri-pod stand, while a couple seem vaguely humanoid. And even one that could pass for a large, gun-metal cat pacing between a couple of it's companions.]

It's little more than a hobby of mine, but I've decided to open a small shop dedicated to building custom-made droids like the ones you see before you. If you'd like a companion tailored to your needs and tastes, we can work together to create the perfect one for you.

They can be modified with a chassis of your choice, and programmed to fulfill a number of support roles should you have a need: Construction, chores, cleaning and the like. Or they can just a faithful friend. They are quite intelligent, capable of learning and developing with you. So as to grow to be the best companion it can be. But I assure you they are incapable of harming anyone.

[Because he knows everyone's first fear is 'will they become self aware and attempt to kill us all?' The first part is a strong maybe, but the second is a definite no.]

Though I should mention that if you set their development threshold high enough, they may develop interesting quirks that will begin to resemble an actual personality. Should that be something you'd desire from your droid.

[And the twinkle in his eyes clearly expresses his approval of such a course. In a 'sound like fun, no?' sort of way.]
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[There aren't any questions about what this place is or what it's like. Utena's already gotten used to all of that. She does, however, have a question about something else that's been on her mind: employment. She flops on her new bed and turns on her device, and the network will see a zoomed in image of her eye before she stretches her arms and raises her communicator, showing her from the shoulders up]

So. The government gives us these jobs when we get here, right? But what do you do when it's something you're not cut out for? Like...

[Okay, recording like this isn't very comfortable after all. She stops and rolls over on her side, and adjusts the camera so it's focusing mostly on her face]

I'm supposed to be a teacher, sort of. Or maybe instructor is a better way to put it? ...anyway, I'm supposed to give fencing lessons now. And it's not that I'm bad at it, but...

[She bites her lip and glances away for a moment, uncertain of how much she should (or how much she even wants to) explain about the duels.]

Well, I'm not really used to "standard" fencing matches. I mean, I've fenced before, but the last time I did the rules were kind of weird, and as soon as I got used to it the game would change again. The only real advice I could give is, "hey, don't get stabbed," but that's not really good advice, is it? I mean, that's what swordfighting is all about, I guess, but...

[She sighs, and flops back on her pillow]

I'm not really sure what I should do about this. I still need to talk to them - the people who run the lessons, not the guys who gave me the job - but... I guess I'm just worried that they'll expect more from me than what I can give them. That they'll expect me to be some master fencer from a movie or storybook or something like that. Has anyone else had to deal with that? With their bosses expecting them to be something they're not, I mean.

[Video]

May. 2nd, 2017 12:22 am
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[ Luke doesn't look like he's sure he should be putting up videos on the network. He still has his father to worry about, and then there was that warning about Dooku... but he still needs help, and presenting a friendly face was the best way to get it, right? ]

Um... hello?

[ ...or he could feel like an idiot being camera shy. He let out a sigh at himself, shaking his head. ]

Is there anyone here that's familiar with growing crystals? Or making them grow?

A friend of mine has a crystal I need, but I don't want to take hers. If there's a way for me to duplicate it somehow, or find a way to have part of it grow into a new crystal structure, it would be really helpful.

[audio]

Apr. 19th, 2017 03:35 pm
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With help from everyone who responded, I've found the shooting range in De Chima. And, with some notable generosity thanks to the Major, have managed to get a weapon more suitable for this planet. But thanks to another suggestion, I've been curious about this whole .. paint ball and laser tag thing.

What I guess I'm asking is, would anyone be interested in either of those events? Apparently you need teams of varying numbers.

[video]

Apr. 19th, 2017 09:07 am
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[He's had plenty of time to toy with this gizmo (all technical terms, thank you mental projection of Kay that's moved back into his brain now that it's not too painful because there's a real Kay again, shush), but still hasn't put himself on it for more than a brief response to Catelyn Stark.

For all his well-[founded?]-honed mistrust of open networks, it has chastened him that he could have found Jyn and Kay much more quickly if he'd used it from the start. For all the research he does, it's unignorable that he's wasting a huge amount of this powerful resource by relegating himself to observer, not participant.

…And there's one or two other imPorts he's learned about that… have caught his attention. He's wondering if he'll catch theirs.

So, network, hello: months after his arrival (albeit a good percent of them spent unconscious): Human. Male. Age hard to tell: either in his thirties-forties or face prematurely hollowed and lined. Hair: dark, cut as if by himself with a tool not meant for such use and no mirror. Eyes: several galaxies' worth. Shirt doesn't look like anything specific to those who wouldn't know the style, instantly recognizable as Corellian to those who would.

Then he smiles—in a way that seems entirely effortless, genuine, and engaged—and some of the agedness falls away. The eyes crinkle and sparkle. He seems approachable and warm. Even the haircut is transformed into seeming less unloved and more boyish. It gives this stranger the face of a friend.

His accent, when he speaks, sounds Hispanic to Earth American ears.]


I was wondering, if you're willing to share—

[on an open network, though that's not necessarily a good barometer of the network itself]

Are you still in the job you were assigned? Yes or no, how is it going for you?

I've read the introductory material on this. I'm wondering about personal experiences.

[He's tried to go beyond the official literature, including as much of the backlog as he could find or slice. Which is also why he doesn't repeat Godric's question (to which the answers were exceedingly helpful—and a few that sent a shiver up his spine. But pull it together, don't apply superstitious thought to the superstitious thoughts: that's what common cosmological models do).


As if in afterthought, and as if with self-conscious awkwardness, he adds]


…and hello. My name's Cassian.
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[ She has the look of someone who hasn't slept much, or well, in days. And yet, underneath the surface fatigue, there is determination, that sort of dogged resolve that comes into play, not in the last mile of the marathon, with the end in sight, but somewhere in the middle, when you've gone too far to give up, but not far enough to be finished. Buying herself a moment, she takes a sip from the mug at her side. Coffee, something new from here, and most welcome in this time of all times. When she speaks, her tone is smooth and steady and clear. Whatever this is, she will weather it, as will her children. Also Jon. Shush. ]

Is anyone else awake? Some of my children are sleeping in what seems to be an unnatural , days-long rest.

[ She'll keep to herself for the moment just which ones sleep and which ones are awake. ]

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