✧Communications #001✧

[borntorebel]

[After some extremely uncomfortable fighting with both her now shredded wedding gown and with the earbud for what she could only assume was a communicator, Leia's patience for all things regarding this day is shot. Very little about this situation makes her happy and when she speaks, it shows in her voice.]

Han? Luke? Threepio? Lando? Where are you? If this is some sort of sick joke of a honeymoon, I'm not laughing.

[After everything, today was supposed to be the happiest day of her life, and it had been until she'd woken up somehow in that pod. In the middle of a desert.]

I thought we'd agreed that we'd never return to Tatooine, even if it was the last planet in the galaxy? And what the kriff happened to my dress?

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[dirtyredneck]

[The voice coming through wasn't Han's. It was male, however, and rough.]

We got a Han here. Don't know if he's yours. But if you came down that close to the sand you got quite a hike ahead of you.

[And with the constant rain coming down, it wasn't going to be a pleasant one.]

Head toward the woods. We'll try to meet you at the edge.

[borntorebel]

[That was definitely a new voice and one she wasn't really expecting to hear, ever.]

All I can see is sand outside of this pod. And a sky that looks like it will kill anyone who sets outdoors.

[And she's still in an all-white dress, shredded and scorched or not.]

There is a forest? How far away is it?

[dirtyredneck]

Depends on how far out you are. Couldn't see where you landed, just saw you comin' down and started heading that way.

[So far most people had figured out the earpieces quick enough so he'd been expecting a call. He hadn't expected her to announce she landed in the sand. The ships prior to hers had all landed inside the bounds of the forest. Their aim that good, as least, even if every one of them seemed to come down wrecked.]

Check under your seat. Should be a backpack with some supplies. See if it has a knife or a hammer in it.

[borntorebel]

[While he might be a stranger, he at least seems capable of assisting her right then.

After some shuffling around, she does find a pack. She pulls it out and carefully rifles through it.]

There's a knife and some water and I believe food. [Force, though, she wants a blaster though. Or an Ewok. Yeah, an Ewok would be nice.]

[dirtyredneck]

Good. You got lucky. Knives ain't common. You know how to use it?

[pilot]

[ slowly, ] …Leia?

[borntorebel]

[Leia lets out a tiny sigh of relief at the sound of Han's voice.]

Han. Where are you?

[pilot]

In the city. Listen — [ the sounds of quick movement — ] the forest isn't safe. Keep to the edge; I'll go meet you.

You got Chewie with you?

[borntorebel]

There's a city somewhere around here? All I can see is sand right now.

[She looks around and lets out a small, disgruntled sigh.]

No, I don't know where Chewbacca is. Or Luke. Or where I am, for that matter.

[pilot]

[ he manages to bite down on the surge of disappointment and worry her answer provokes. at least she got out from under vader's thumb. at least she's okay. ]

There's the ruins of one, [ he corrects with a trace of his familiar drawl. ] Don't get your hopes up.

Just — stay put. Don't make too much noise. I'll explain everything, [ he adds placatingly since he can already predict the answer he'll get to "stay quiet," ] when I find you.

[ HE IS ON HIS WAY RIGHT NOW. ]

[strangelic]

[ Castiel waits until help is on the way and she's spoken to her friends before asking his unhelpful question. ]

What happened to your dress?

[borntorebel]

[Leia lets out a little huff of breath at the question. It is unhelpful, but totally understandable in light of her questions.]

There are rips and scorches in it.

[strangelic]

That seems very unfortunate. There are clothes here in the city, although it would be very difficult to salvage them presently. You may have to make do.

[ He's so understanding. ]

[borntorebel]

Yes, it's most unfortunate.

[Especially since it's her wedding dress. But, she's made do with worse.]

Thank you for your concern.

[strangelic]

Have you known Han for a long time?

[ Because the angel thinks he's kind of a jerk. ]

[officio]

[ It's a young woman's voice, one who sounds more than exasperated with everything -- and if her arrival has been anything like the last one, for good reason. Padmé supposes the woman must come from the same time as Han, twenty years or so from her future, so Han had told her...

... she tries not to place too much hope on the one name she asks for. Luke. Finn had told her... but no, Finn had never mentioned about knowing Han, or anything about any other woman than Rey. And unless this one is her, then her hope is most likely misplaced. ]

I must admit I would prefer to be on Tatooine than here... the sand never seemed that bad to me. [ But maybe her memory doesn't serve her right from her time spent there -- neither of the occasions were particularly cheerful, and yet she would still rather be back there than here, hunted by the undead. ]

You must have spoken to Han by now... the rest you were asking for, I don't think any with those names are here.

[borntorebel]

[She hadn't expected t hear from any women, not when she's partially hoping for some word from the people she was closest to.]

I used to not hate sand. [But after getting it in some very uncomfortable places, she never wants to see Tatooine ever again.]

And, yes, I've spoken to Han. Do you know him?

[And why isn't she surprised? The other woman is probably very beautiful too.]

[officio]

[ She could share some stories of Naboo, but it seems irrelevant, now -- when there's so much else to talk about. ]

We were on the same ship that landed here. The first one. We're one of the few who seem to remember the same planets and places... us and one other. And now you.

[ So of course she would have talked to him... when he was on the run from the Empire, too. ] He spoke of a "princess". Would that happen to be you?

[borntorebel]

[Leia's actually heard a few stories about Naboo from her father and Pooja Naberrie, but she'd gladly hear a million more once she's sure who this other woman is.]

Well, his luck is particularly strong, so I'm glad to know that you found someone half-way reliable.

[She's a little taken aback that he'd mention her to a stranger. He's not that sloppy.]

It depends on who's asking. Although, I'm not sure there are many other princesses of his acquaintance. Unless he knew them before we met.

[officio]

All of our luck has to be... all of us survived the landing. Not everyone on the ships was so fortunate. [ That is one thing she wants to take up with those who sent them here, if Han ever gets the communications to work -- why would they send all of them here in such a hazardous way, killing so many?

She puts away the thought when responding to the next, wry comment, her own tone matching that. ]

Somehow, that wouldn't surprise me.

[ Han does give that kind of vibe, doesn't he... ] My name is Padmé. [ Better to introduce herself first, before asking a stranger to give their name. She'd done it here before, and it had worked just fine. ] Padmé Amidala. I used to be a senator in the Galactic Senate.

[finnamonbun]

[He recognizes the voice, and the names she's calling for, but it's not quite...right. Not as rough, maybe? He can't tell.]

General! [What a relief.] Where are you?

[borntorebel]

[Leia is, as always, unforgettable. No matter what time or reality.]

General? I must admit that's the first time anyone's called me that.

[finnamonbun]

[Oh no, this again. At least he worked out what was different right away.]

Okay. [He can work with this.] I know you later on. When you are a general. Is someone coming?

[borntorebel]

[It's always this, and a bit worse this time around.]

You seem rather sure about that, so I'll have to believe you for the moment. And, yes, I think Han and... Daryl are coming.

Tell me, if you're so acquainted with me, what is your name?

[finnamonbun]

[Finn smiles wryly at that, nodding to himself.]

Finn. [There's a hint of pride in his voice. It's good to have a name.]