[Video]

[with_elegance]

[Michiru only hesitates a moment before coaxing a finger over what she hopes will be the switch that turns this on to broadcast -- though broadcast to whom, she's not entirely sure. Still, they're in the dark. And they need answers, even if she's not sure how well she'll be able to trust any of the answers that come.

But there wasn't much choice.]

I'm not sure who is out there and hearing this, but we're looking for... answers. Any answers. Where is this place. Why are we here?

[All business, a plainly guarded expression on her features, blue eyes fixed steadily on the video screen.]

And how did we even get here? Who kidnapped us and who do we need to defeat to get home?

[The deeper voice comes from somewhere off screen, and a dusty blonde head looks briefly over Michiru's shoulder to frown at the screen, too. Then it's gone again, as Haruka pulls back and gets back to finishing getting her things together.]

If we were brought here, there's a way to get back where we came from. There has to be.

[Michiru's gaze flickers back only briefly towards her partner. Who do they need to defeat. It's crossed her mind too; if this is another battle they need to face to fulfill their duty, she's willing to face it.]

We'd appreciate any answers anyone has. That's all. Thank you.

You're too nice, Michiru, you should have--

[And that's all of Haruka's growled complaint that the feed gets before it shuts off.]



((OOC: All dialogue is in Japanese! Replies may come from either Michiru or Haruka or both.))

First | Video

[greatone]

[the video feed flickers on, showing a young woman with a frustrated expression sitting in front of a smoldering heap of scrap metal. Maybe it used to be an X-Wing. It's hard to tell, really. In her hands is something that looks like a high-tech blow torch, which she uses to weld two pieces of metal together. Once Jaina sees that the connection is stable, she sets it down to look at the recorder ]

Judging from the fact that there's an active network of...some kind here, I'm guessing whoever I'm talking to is able to patch me through to someone who is able to get me parts for a standard X-Wing fighter. Networking.

[ she rolls her shoulders and eyes simultaneously ]

As you can see, I'm having a little trouble getting off the ground. The sooner someone gets me flying the better- don't worry about repairs. I can handle most of them myself. I just need parts.

Now, payment. Since that is typically the first concern for parts dealers in remote sectors like this. Creds are in the other flight suit, but as soon as I get back to base I can guarantee you'll be compensated. I have access to Republic funds. I'm transferring my coordinates for delivery.

Following me so far, mortals? Good. See to it that the Great One is pleased.

[ with a sigh, she turns and goes to start up the blow-torch again ]