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This is Captain Han Solo hailing…whoever’s listening on the only frequency we’ve got. Do you copy?

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This is Captain Han Solo on the planet’s surface hailing whoever is out there. Do you copy?

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Oh, come on. I fixed you! [ that would be the sound of something that definitely got banged on. ]

This is Captain Han Solo of the Millennium Falcon transmitting in the blind. Our ship crash-landed on a desert planet. We need evac. Someone's gotta be listening.

[ There's a long silence, but then something in the transmission changes, followed by a garbled voice. Something changes again, and the voice gets clearer. It's a male voice. ]

Ah, Mr. Solo. That's going to be a no-go on the evac. We don't have anywhere to evacuate you to, up here isn't an option.

[ The tone in his voice makes it sound like he doesn't exactly care to evacuate them either. ]

How's Earth? Having a good time? Here's what I'll do, Mr. Solo, I'll send you down some food - or something. I keep saying trail mix and water is such a boring combination.

[ There's another pause, long enough it sounds like the "friend" on the other line has left. Any response that Han fills it with is ignored and this is obvious when he speaks again. ]

I'm sure you have plenty of questions, wanting answers. Look, I'm kind of busy, you know, doing important stuff, making sure you guys stay alive. So, good job on getting the communications up and running. Need anything, just holler, I'll have this feed monitored. Ciao!

[ A couple minutes after the nameless and faceless man makes his exit from the rather one sided conversation, there is a strange tapping noise, that doesn't really have a pattern, or if it does, it's lost in the transmission.

for his part, han has only one response. ]

You, son of a —

( ooc: comms have been established with the orbiting ship! feel free to threadjack and use this post as you wish! )

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?

officio

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! )

phaselocknroll

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?

pilot

Everyone got their bearings? Good. It's time to get off this rock.

[ other people say hello. han ain't got time for that. ]

I checked the systems on the ship before we left. I think I can get comms back up. It's going to need work, but I won't know exactly how much until we get it out.

So here's your chance to do something good for the community: anyone who's tired of this dirtball and wants to go home, meet up tomorrow morning at the gate. I'll need people who can tell a servo from a nut.

[ a beat. ] And guards. I'm not interested in getting attacked while I'm carrying this stuff back.

( ooc: getting communications with the station up, pt 1! more information on all of this can be found here. )

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