25 ⚜ Video

[restingstitchface]

[Crane sends the address out at 3pm sharp. He stands hunched against a wall with a bundle of files in his arms. Those with an eye for detail might notice math problems on a public whiteboard on the right; peppered with numerous red corrections that range from simple corrections to veiled insults.]

What affect have our ambassadors had on our lives?

[He turns his attention to the camera, eyes hooded. His tone is calm and polite but with a measure of boredom to it.]

Do we possess the same rights as native people? Does the government provide adequate care? Is it safe where we live? [In Maurtia Falls especially.] Who enacts the laws that rule our lives? Who legislates for education and social security? Ambassadors are our representatives - yet they are intimately acquainted with the culture of our hosts. Does this cozy arrangement mean they are politically trusted because they don't ask questions and challenge official stories? In simple terms, what do our ambassadors do for us?

[His fingertips grasp his chin.]

Also, one last question: who amongst us might earn your future nomination? Count Dooku, perhaps? Now there's a man with a political mind...

[Koma-san June 2016. Never forget.]

Comments

[reexamined]

Oh.

[ That sure is the guy he's been shittalking. But what's worse- ]

...You don't know.

[ It's a good thing this is audio, because his photoreceptors are shifting around in a way that might be considered "nervous." ]

That's unfortunate.

[dun_moch]

I have already been told that the Confederacy is fated to lose the war, if that is what you are referring to.

[He's not going to mention the matter of his own death. He hasn't really brought himself to acknowledge such an absurd thing as a possibility yet.]

[reexamined]

[He wants to know how much Dooku knows. Rather badly, actually. It's more out of morbid curiosity.]

I shouldn't be talking to you.

[Is what he blurts out instead, because that's what he's really thinking about first and foremost.]

[dun_moch]

And why not? What harm could it do?

[Dooku inquires in as innocent a tone as his deep, portentous voice can muster. He wants more knowledge, and this droid has it, even if he doesn't have much in the way of manners.]

[reexamined]

[He sure wishes he had Cassian to bail him out of this, or he could just knock the other unconscious. But neither options are really available, right now.]

There is a seventy-eight percent chance I'll say something I shouldn't. I don't know what information I have would be useful to you or not. You should just stop talking to me.

[dun_moch]

I think not. Your calculations do not interest me, droid. I want to know what you know.

[Can you tell that Dooku is used to bossing droids around.]

[reexamined]

[Yes, that's about the reaction he expected from the leader of the Droid Army.]

And I don't want to say it. Ending transmission.

[And he cuts short his communications. That could have gone better.]

[dun_moch]

[It certainly could have. Dooku will remember this impudence, droid.]