Luke Skywalker (
thefinaljedi) wrote2011-11-09 05:42 pm
1st Transmission, A Skywalker sprouts wings [Action, Voice]
Action
[Sometime around midday, not too far from the road, Luke Skywalker finds himself sprawled face-down and shirtless in the grass. It's colder than he remembers it being when he went to sleep, and the ground is wet. With a grunt, the Jedi pushes himself up, surprised to feel an awkward burning sensation in the middle of his back.]
"Geez, where in blazes am I? Artoo, where are we?"
[No answer, naturally]
"Artoo? Oh great...why do I have the feeling that I'm not on Corellia anymore?"
[Luke stands up, his foot brushing against a strange, leatherbound book.]
"Oh hello, whats this?"
[Picking it up, Luke begins thumbing through it, seeking some sort of answers. Upon finding the guide, Luke spends a fair bit of time pouring over it, attempting to digest his situation before slowly beginning to make his way into town, feeling out with the Force]
Voice
[Luke's feeling a bit better, having recovered his clothes and lightsaber, so he begins to address the voice recorder. He takes a very calm, casual tone until he addresses the Malnosso, his voice gaining to an authoritative, icy edge.]
Good afternoon, anyone who may be listening to this. My name is Luke Skywalker, and it appears that I've been...brought here to stay for a time. I'm not sure if thats the right way to word it, but as I am unfamiliar with the local customs, please forgive me. If anyone has seen a small blue astromech droid wandering around, please let me know. Also, if any of the...Malnosso are listening, I'd like some sort of explanation on your reasoning for bringing me here.
(ooc: Feel free to post anywhere, in town, in the woods, wherever.)
[Sometime around midday, not too far from the road, Luke Skywalker finds himself sprawled face-down and shirtless in the grass. It's colder than he remembers it being when he went to sleep, and the ground is wet. With a grunt, the Jedi pushes himself up, surprised to feel an awkward burning sensation in the middle of his back.]
"Geez, where in blazes am I? Artoo, where are we?"
[No answer, naturally]
"Artoo? Oh great...why do I have the feeling that I'm not on Corellia anymore?"
[Luke stands up, his foot brushing against a strange, leatherbound book.]
"Oh hello, whats this?"
[Picking it up, Luke begins thumbing through it, seeking some sort of answers. Upon finding the guide, Luke spends a fair bit of time pouring over it, attempting to digest his situation before slowly beginning to make his way into town, feeling out with the Force]
Voice
[Luke's feeling a bit better, having recovered his clothes and lightsaber, so he begins to address the voice recorder. He takes a very calm, casual tone until he addresses the Malnosso, his voice gaining to an authoritative, icy edge.]
Good afternoon, anyone who may be listening to this. My name is Luke Skywalker, and it appears that I've been...brought here to stay for a time. I'm not sure if thats the right way to word it, but as I am unfamiliar with the local customs, please forgive me. If anyone has seen a small blue astromech droid wandering around, please let me know. Also, if any of the...Malnosso are listening, I'd like some sort of explanation on your reasoning for bringing me here.
(ooc: Feel free to post anywhere, in town, in the woods, wherever.)

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An astromech droid? It kinda looks like a trash-can with legs. A robot about a meter tall.
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[A pause]
Whats your name, by the way?
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I'm David Jordan, Major in the Federal Erusian Air Force. Or, at least, I was before I ended up in Luceti.
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Nice to meet you Major. As I said on my broadcast, I am Luke Skywalker, General of the New Republic Navy. Retired from active duty, though. I'm guessing you aren't from my galaxy, unless you are part of some local flight squad though...
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[...Natural reaction for him to hearing the "General" title.]
Probably not from your galaxy. Never heard of a "New Republic," much less the droids you were talking about. And no, I represent a military and squadron for one of the largest nations on Strangereal: The Federal Republic of Erusea.
I command the 156th Tactical Fighter Squadron. We're formally designated "Aquila Squadron", though we prefer "Yellow Squadron."
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[He thinks for a moment]
Sounds like we are from two very different realities. Has your civilization discovered Hyperspace travel yet?
[Voice]
A pilot yourself, huh? Seems like we have that sentiment in common.
...No, can't say that we have. We have a few space programs, but we haven't done much more than get to our moon and build a couple of small space stations. The Oseans have something called the Arkbird, but that's just a glorified space shuttle.
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