[Voice] Monday Night

[erranthero]

[Kerra's voice pops up on the network on Monday, flippant as usual despite the circumstances. Yeah, she died. And yeah, it sucked, but she didn't feel it. Right now she's got a more burning question in mind. And a couple of messages to send.]

Whelp, I'm back.

Did we get them? I hope to hell that worked, because I'm not doing it again.

[Yeah, that's right, defense mechanism.]

Oh, I...could use some clothes, if anyone's near the ship. Not really up for meandering around Verdana naked.

[And then a private set of messages goes out.]


Wanda:

I'm sorry if I worried you. I guess you figured out what happened. But I'm alive. Is Mulan back yet?

Mulan:

Hey, you okay?

Luke Skywalker:

Luke, did you save my sword?

Comments

[erranthero]

It's because I already woke up here once. This time wasn't exactly by choice. I died, left all my clothes back at my place when I did.

[cursemymetalbody]

Oh, I understand that, miss. I just don't understand why no one has put spare clothes on that ship by this point, if this is such a frequent occurrence. It is just common courtesy.

[The sound of an astromech beeping and chirping can be heard in the background.] Oh, quite right, Artoo, how rude of me.

Miss, would you like us to bring you some clothes? I'm sure Master Luke has some extras around here, somewhere.

[erranthero]

Y'know, I may just do that. [Or set up a camera to see who comes out.] It's a good idea.

[Wait, that's a familiar sound. Well, if they're from the same galaxy...then she has no problems letting droids bring her clothes.]

Yes, that'd be nice. Assuming Skywalker doesn't mind. And assuming you're his droids. What are your designations and functions?

[cursemymetalbody]

Oh, where are my manners? My apologies, madam.

I am C-3PO, and with me is my counterpart, R2-D2. We are a protocol and astromech droid, respectively.

[erranthero]

It's fine, C-3PO. You're being polite enough for me.

I'm Kerra Holt, Jedi Knight.