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[He's been avoiding the comms for a while, hunkering down somewhere safe and waiting for the chaos to die down. But this is madness, and he needs to say something.]

Hey, uh...fellow...stranded people. [Awesome start.] Look, I'm a little on my own here, and it's not really...working. I think we should take a headcount of all of us here and make sure we're all in groups, probably three or more. We shouldn't go anywhere alone, especially after all these attacks.

Might be a good idea to establish some kind of leadership too. And regular meetings. We're all stuck here together. We gotta make this work or we're all dead.

[His confidence wavers once he's finished.] So...yeah. That's what I was thinking would be good. If you guys agree.
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[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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Everyone who came to this planet in a drop shuttle, please listen. My name is Padmé Amidala, I am a former senator of the Galactic Senate. I know that means little to many of you... but there are people out there who want me dead. [ She pauses in her speech, her voice clear and calm. ] I am telling you this because I will not hide who I am, or what I know.

By now, you all know what we are facing, here. And until we can establish a connection to those who are out there, get the comms on the ship to work... in order for all of us to survive, we need to work together.

[ Another pause in the speech, for a speech it is -- it doesn't matter she isn't standing in her seat in the Senate, speaking to the Senators, arguing in favour of peace; she is arguing now, too, for what she believes. And she believes in unity. ]

I understand many of you will think you can't trust those you don't know, but down here, we only have each other. If we want to live until we get a chance to get out of here, back to those we've been taken from, our best chance is to combine our resources, our strengths.

Daryl was right. No one should leave the city without alerting at least someone else. Moreover, we need to know exactly who were on the ship, what you can do. If you want to hide your identity, I understand -- but don't hide what you can do for others. We are not each other's enemies... don't make the mistake of acting like we are.

[ It sounds like the end, but she has one more thing to say: ] I will be outside the hotel. Please come to see me, tell me only your name if nothing else. So we know at least how many of us are here.

[ The last sentence is softer than the rest, pleading when the speech itself was certain, carrying the sense of authority someone has when they're used to speaking like this, trying to convince people to see things the way she does. But the last bit is her asking, hoping that people will at the very least do that much. So no one ever goes missing without anyone knowing they should be there. ]

( ooc: open for action as well for everyone who wants to come to talk to her in person! )
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Uh. Hi. I’m Maya.

[ Maya has never been good at public speaking, and while the small group of survivors doesn’t make for much of a public, it’s enough. There’s a beat of awkward silence for a second as the Siren clears her throat. ]

First of all, I know some of you are working on getting communications up. While I was looking around I found this… I think it’s part of a video game system? It might have useful components in it, so if anyone wants it, let me know. I certainly don’t have any use for it.

Second of all, I’m a Siren. If you don’t know what that means, in layman’s terms it means I have powers. I can trap things in an extra-dimensional bubble for a short time, and I can set them on fire. It’s proven pretty effective against the zombies, or… whatever they really are, so if you’re going out into the forest and need assistance, don’t hesitate to ask.

I do possess some healing abilities as well. I can’t completely heal major injuries, but I can at least help a little. Minor stuff is usually no problem. Let me know if you need healing and I’ll make it out to you as soon as I can.

Finally, our, uh… [ There’s a noticeable pause here. How does one describe TK? She’s not sure how to feel about the guy, considering she is about 90% sure that the guy should be a zombie himself. ] Our “friend” Mr. Baha gave me a pistol, but no ammunition. I don’t suppose anyone else has found any?

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Weather: Cloudy with a chance of scattered showers.
Infected Sightings: Almost Non-existent
Bandit Sightings: High
Notes: Do the Bandits know something we don't about the infected? Probably.

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