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The wardroom, or rec room, is a place to connect.
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thisavrou IC Inbox
Please state the nature of the communication (video, audio, text, etc) in the subject line. Non-electronic communications can be directed to Bel's quarters (Nomo Deck, room #005), or left in Bel's shipboard mailbox. If responding to a Spacebook post, please indicate which one.
thisavrou IC Inbox[A sharp, ambiguous face appears on the directory screen; the voice is a curt, ironic alto.]
You've reached Bel Thorne. Leave me a vidcall or message here and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.
[note: Bel is in cryo from May 9 to May 23, and messages received during that span will be answered after it.]
Please state the nature of the communication (video, audio, text, etc) in the subject line. Non-electronic communications can be directed to Bel's quarters (Nomo Deck, room #005), or left in Bel's shipboard mailbox. If responding to a Spacebook post, please indicate which one.
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Bel? I need you to call me back as soon as you get this message. I don’t want to worry you or anything, but… [She sighs, running a hand through her hair. Her unfamiliar face is made even more unrecognizable by her tense expression; neither the easy confidence Zam has in their day-to-day interactions or the occasional gloomy contemplation infrequently recorded on the network. She actually looks afraid -- not an emotion the bounty hunter has had much use for since dying.] A lot of things are happening at once. And I might need an extra pair of eyes and ears.
This is Zam, by the way. You’ve probably already figured that out. I can explain more later, but just… Please respond, okay?
video; private
Zam? That's a new look on you. [not just the face, either, for all Bel's wicked glee at some of her uses for her abilities.] What's going on?
Re: video; private
There’s... a group of people who arrived through the Ingress. [She’s hesitant, even when she knows she doesn’t have the time to be. She’s kept the circumstances of her death obscure since she arrived here, the better to avoid being reminded of it, but now it’s looking like she doesn’t have much choice in the matter anymore. Not with those faces now among the crew. She takes a breath and, after one more brief moment of reluctance, lets the words spill out.]
I think the man who killed me is here. Along with the two who were interrogating me when it happened. It’s… a long story. [No, it’s not. But it’s a painful one that she’d rather not tell.] The man who killed me is a bounty hunter named Jango Fett. Wears silver and blue armor. I’ve been trying to scrub my name from the network for the past few hours and it’s not working, and there’s no way he doesn’t have his MID by now, which means he knows I’m here. [Her voice is sharp edged with fear and frustration; after months of being stuck on this ship, it feels like the walls are finally starting to close in -- there’s nowhere else to go.]
He hasn’t seen this face before but he knows I’m a changeling. If he knows I’m here, he’ll be looking for me. I need you to keep an eye out for him and if you do see him, tell me when and where.
And don’t try to approach him. [Except the way Zam says it, it sounds more like “Don’t try and start a fight.”]
video; private
[but her explanation makes the dour expression drop right off. plenty of mercenaries don't talk about their pasts -- as one of them, it's Bel's habit not to press for personal details that haven't been volunteered. Zam? Zam had died. little is more personal. that she's opening up about it at all shows how serious this is.]
Got it. Damn -- where are you? [silver-and-blue? hasn't seen one of those so far, and Tailgate had already been on board so it couldn't be him. scrolling through the ship's map as they speak -- too many unfamiliar entries, but nothing looking like a Jango.
doesn't respond in kind to her tone at the end there, either -- a sign of how serious this is to Bel, too. the bounty hunter would have to go through Bel to get to Zam if it came to that, but this is a tactical situation and going by Zam's intel is just good common sense.]
I don't see his name. Who are the others? [small grim smile] Is there anything I should innocently ask them if I run into them?
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Two human male Jedi. [Seeing as most people here haven’t even heard of the Force, Zam doubts that word has any meaning here.] Members of a religious order turned Republic heavies. If they haven’t changed into uniforms yet, they’ll be in brown robes. [Her tone grows wry despite the circumstances.] I wasn’t able to get on a first-name basis with either of them.
The politician they were protecting came through as well. Human woman by the name of Amidala. If you’re going to talk to anyone, talk to her. Maybe ask what she was doing before she came through the Ingress -- find out if Jango finished the job after he… disposed of me. [And would that just be the best joke? That Zam should die with, or perhaps even in place of the woman she’d been assigned to kill? Sounds like something straight out of a Mabari sermon. She shakes her head in disgust.]
I wouldn’t try striking up conversation with the Jedi if I were you. They have… abilities. Ways of getting inside people’s heads. There’s a good chance they’d learn more from you than you would from them.
no subject
Not shapechangers, your Jedi? What do they look like? I don't see an Amidala here either. Can you pull their given names from the directory? Give me an idea what I'm looking at? [or for. here's hoping they're not part of the ship's mask-wearing demographic.
pauses, cocks head] I understand if you'd prefer to keep it close to your chest, but what was the job, and how dangerous is she? Might help with context if I do 'accidentally' run into her.
[abilities is chilling, though. it's one thing to have Wanda aboard, Bel trusts Wanda, but there are other secrets in Bel's head that shouldn't get out.]
I'll avoid them. Not effective over distance, are they? Or do walls block them? [otherwise they'd sniff out Zam anywhere on the ship, and that would be bad.]
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Not that I know of. One’s younger, looks to be around twenty. Light complexion, brown hair down to about his shoulders, face is clean-shaven. The older one looked maybe in his thirties or forties. Also light-complexioned. Lighter and shorter hair than the other one, and a beard.
[Zam frowns when Bel says Amidala isn’t in the directory.] I saw her come out of the Ingress. Young human woman, brown hair, light skin… [She pulls up the directory on her own MID.] She could be using a false identity. She certainly wasn’t dressed like royalty when I saw her on Ceta.
[Bel’s next question nets a brief pause from Zam, followed by a sigh.] Jango hired me to kill her. He didn’t tell me who wanted her dead or why, just that there was a lot of money riding on it and there’d be “consequences” if I screwed up. [Zam just hadn’t been aware how immediate those consequences would be at the time.] She’s politically powerful back home, but she doesn’t seem like much of a threat physically. Might have those two Jedi watching her back though.
[Another pause, though this one brought on more by uncertainty than reluctance.] I don’t know. Jedi abilities aren’t exactly well-understood. [She tries to mentally sift through various rumors and speculation she’s heard.] I think they have to be talking to you to put ideas into your head. As for getting them out... I’m not sure. There are stories of Jedi sensing people on different planets, but I don’t know if there’s any truth to them. [A tense silence.]
At least if they’ve sensed me here, they haven’t come looking yet.