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Princess on deck

Who: Leia
What: Arrival and the fall out there after
Where: The rig: her quarters, various other places.
When: Back dated to Jan 6th
Warnings/Notes: Swearing in science fiction languages. Tiny ball of brunette fury.

"What is this? No..No..NO! You don't understand. I don't belong here, I have things I have to do back home. Are you even...Don't you dare walk away from me!"

The diminutive dark-haired woman stormed out of her quarters following the poor employee who had just been trying to get her squared away in her generously company-provided living quarters. He'd had no idea what he was in for, she'd looked like such a harmless little thing in orientation. Now she was stalking him down the halls making demands to speak to whoever was in charge. And she was loud.

Leia threw her hands up when the employee jogged right and slipped away through a secured door. She didn't give up that easily, of course, she hit it a couple of times and then kicked the door for good measure but it was unyielding.

"Stang!" She cursed and stalked back down the hall looking for the next possible source of information as to just what all this was about when she had perfectly good reasons for being home. Her work there was only just beginning, there was still so much more to do.

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Within the limits of being trapped in this hellhole, Price is going for a walk. He has ~~finally taken the hint and~~ stopped talking to people lately, but he still kept paying attention to what others do and well, this woman must be new as she popped out of nowhere and he doesn't recognize her.

"Excuse me." he approaches her "Do you need help?"

"I don't know, are you capable of making the people who run this place speak to me?" Leia snapped, her hands planted on her hips and somehow towering in presence for someone who was hardly over five feet tall.

After a moment she swallowed her anger and rubbed at her temple. "I'm sorry, I just don't have the time to be here on someone's whim."

"That's alright." he smiled softly "Unfortunately, I cannot help you: all the hires present on this rig are ripped from their timelines and made serve here, regardless of what they were doing and how important it was. We are also sent on missions outside to keep the area safe from hostile alien creatures."

He paused.

"The hires are taken from different points in time, so if you saw or acknowledged that someone died, you might find them alive here. I figured it would be important to inform you, because quite a few people were...Surprised by this peculiarity."

Seeing the agents alive surprised him for sure, but them seeing each other made them freak out to say the least.

"I'm beginning to see just how strange this whole place is, and yet not totally different from home."

War was war, even if the front was different.

The idea of seeing someone who might be dead back home made her heart surge for a moment. Mother, father... Alderaan.. the chance of seeing them again was almost enough to make her greedy with hope for it. But the reality of her situation was that those people had died back home and she was working to ensure it wasn't in vain.

"That's good to know, thank you." It stood to reason but that didn't mean she could allow herself to dwell onit.

"If you get to talk to the staff, you might want to ask what dorm they assigned you to: most people's rooms don't have doors, and Jorgmund seems rather...Particular about their decisions, so we can't just sleep anywhere."

He shrugs, then looks around. There really is nothing to take care of, at the moment, but he figures making the interaction short and sweet will prevent Leia from getting suspicious about him at least for a while. He greets her before walking away.

"Well, I have to go now. See you around."

"Alright, well, thank you. Again sorry for being snappy at you earlier."

Leia tried to offer a more calm face than she'd initially given and turned to return to her room.

Should Leia look back in her quarters after the hapless employee makes himself scarce, she may see that there's already someone there: there's a petite girl of maybe fifteen seated on the other bed, typing furiously away at something on her communicator. She looks up (still managing to type all the while).

"Not that it'll be any comfort, but I think most of us have more important things to do at home. They don't care."

She did, in fact, return to her quarters as there seemed little point in not doing so.

"That seems apparent now." Leia's still riled but it wasn't this girl's fault. She took a breath and composed herself, that had always been something her aunts had told her was a failing, her temper was unbecoming.

"And they haven't said how long any of us need to be held here. This is exactly the sort of thing I'm fighting back home."

"I think they haven't told us because they don't know." Tio frowns. "Actually, maybe it's better to say that they know, but it's not a definite quantity. They need us until they decide we're not useful. In that sense...I'd say maybe the fastest way to get home is to seem unuseful, but I'm not sure that tracks."

Mac is still here, after all.

"Oh, I've been known to be obstinant." Just ask Han, she was apparently a plastisteel wall when she chose to be.

"Have you been here long?"

"A...few months, I think?" It's easy to give up on keeping track, when you hate a place this much. "Long enough to be used to the way of things, but there are people who have been around much longer than me. I don't envy them."

"That long." Leia frowned, this girl clearly hadn't wanted to be here but she was being kept just like all the others. "No, neither do I. Do you know if others have ever tried to get away?"

"I don't know of any attempts. The shock collars are a big part of that, but I think it's also just the question of where we'd go." Tio shook her head. "Getting out is one thing, but I think we'd need Jorgmund's technology to get home."

She's not sure if she should say as much out loud, but that puts them at needing to pull off a mutiny, not just slip away from the Rig alone. It's not an unfamiliar prospect, exactly, but it's a much harder one.

"So no one knows if there is a way to go anywhere else? That is a problem." That meant she'd have to do her research, but perhaps that was good it would mean she'd have more time to assemble others who felt the same way she did.

"And how do they feel about hypothetical discussions?"

Tio almost smiles - she's not terribly expressive, but there's just the hint of something around the corners of her mouth. "As long as you approach the discussion reasonably and don't treat people like they're idiots, I think you'll always find plenty of people willing to engage. There are some pretty smart people here."

"That remains to be seen, but I am hopeful," Leia said and then was forced to laugh. This was an absurd situation and there was less reason for her to be here than anyone.

"They certainly can't be picking people based on their suitability to the place."

"They have strange priorities. I was sent on a mission, but they didn't give me back my things that would've actually been useful for it, and if they're going to cut me off from that, I really don't see much point to having me do it in the first place."

She's a scrawny nerd who doesn't even break five feet; what are they hoping for her to do when the inevitable fighting starts?

"Yes, working without tools seems rather pointless. I don't understand what their logic for this is at all, but I will."

Possibly the same thing they were hoping for from Leia. And then again her reputation by now was surely one of a revolutionary. How could they hope for her not to start one here?

It's the kind of thing Lloyd would probably say - the ready admission of not yet understanding, but right in hand with the certainty that that's going to change - and that's enough to get slightly more of a smile from Tio. "Nothing's truly solved until the truth is uncovered...as a friend of mine would say."

<Yes, they're remarkably unsympathetic about the entire situation. Certainly they claim our arrival was not their doing, but I have my doubts.>

The voice is soundless, but it reads as sound, just without any clear source. It's very dry and has somewhat of a flat affect.

Alloran is far from the tallest person on the Rig, a bit over six feet. Due to his body plan he is by far the most massive though. The noise of his hooves on hard floor, when he's not placing them with deliberate slowness, is as audible as high heels.

One of his back hooves skids out to the side a few inches, and he pauses. The tile is slick and not made for Andalites.

Alien beings were nothing new to her, she'd seen all manner of life forms and his was not so strange. But it was new. And new had intrigue for her, it always had.

The communication type was unusual, and she did react to that. Perhaps not as strongly as might be expected.

Leia looked up from her shorter stature. "I wouldn't bet my last credit that they weren't behind it."

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