Video 001 | Week 78, Thursday

[sfoils]

[ The speaker looks positively average: brown hair, brown eyes, pale skin. His voice is composed despite the message. ] I am Commander Wedge Antilles of Rogue Squadron. [ He shifts closer into view, wincing in pain. But as quickly as it comes, it goes. He settles his expression back into neutrality. ] I've crash landed here and I'd appreciate help fishing out my snubfighter. Or at least getting my cargo and astromech out of it.

I don't have much in the way of payment, but there's three bottles of my world's best whiskey in there. [ And Kettch, Wedge remembers absentmindedly. ] Oh, and some food rations. [ Wryly. ] Unless you like cardboard, I wouldn't recommend them.

Antilles out. [ And the transmission ends. ]

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[pepperspray]

[Injury? The sigh Pepper vents at hearing about this is a sigh that has been sighed a thousand times before. It is a sigh with nuance.] I suppose I should be glad that you're at least sensible enough to eventually mention you need medical attention, instead of my having to trip over you after you've passed out.

[This is not, by her tone, an example drawn purely at random.]

But come by once you've been cleared and I'll take my chances with my inventory. You're looking for a place called Callahan's, off the centre of town on Market Street.

[sfoils]

What if I told you that crashing and injuring myself are mild in my line of work? [ Pause. Rhetorical. ] You'd still sigh.

Callahan's off the centre of town. Market Street. [ A nod. ] Got it.