un: rocipilot, video

[donkeyballs]

[The video comes on to show a small group of people. Alex is in front, obviously doing the filming, but behind him are two women - Naomi Nagata and Bobbie Draper - and one man - Amos Burton. You may have met some of them. A little behind them stands Prax Meng, who is looking very awkward, and Joe Miller, who is visibly rolling his eyes.]

Hey there cowboys and cowgirls. [ Alex’s characteristic texan drawl is easy and smooth, and despite the fact that there’s currently no gravity, he doesn’t sound worried.] Hope ya’ll had your magboots on.

Looks like somethin’ in the station’s centrifugal system is jammed up. That’ll be why ya’ll found your breakfast start floatin’ this mornin’. Ya ain’t gonna die, so no panickin’, but we’re gonna need all hands on deck to sort this one out. Now me and my crew here have a lot of experience with space-walk maintenance, but this is a big station. Ain’t no way we can do this by ourselves. But we wanna make sure anyone that’s venturin’ outside isn’t gonna get themselves hurt.

[He raises a hand.] Now my name’s Alex, and these here are Naomi, Bobbie and Amos. [He points to each of them in turn.] We can check over your gear and make sure it ain’t gonna start leakin’ oh-two on ya while you’re out there. We’ll be headin’ out ourselves, but at least one of us’ll be by an airlock at all times.

If anyone is havin’ problems with the weightless side of things - you just give one of us a shout and we’ll try t’ get you set up. Basic rules are - you’re gonna keep goin’ in any direction you are propelled in. Easiest thing is to just use your magboots to get around, but if you’ve gone and gotten yourself caught without ‘em, make sure you stay within arm’s reach of a wall or bolted-down-object at all times, else you’re gonna find yourself floatin’ uselessly with no way of gettin’ t’ anything.

[He pauses, looking back at the group.]

That about it? [ He waits a couple seconds, but no one adds anything, so he looks back in the camera. ]


Alright. Let’s get this show on the road.

[ The feed winks out. ]


[[OOC: Each of the Roci crew will have top levels in the event post to help people with their suits, so feel free to hit them up there! I will also link them here for easy access. Naomi || Bobbie || Amos || Alex ]]

Comments

[warfares]

No, [ might as well get that out of the way, ] our technology differs somewhat. And if a ship were in need of repair we would send droid before we sent people, to mimize risk.

[donkeyballs]

Yeah, no luck finding any drones, yet. [ He mishears the word, solely because he expects a different one. Not that a drone could really do the repairs they need, but it's something that exists where he is, that would make sense in that sentence.]

But ain't a worry, we can get you suited up and give you a run down of how to maneouver out there. You'll want a buddy t' go with you, though, if you ain't been out. It can get real disorientin' real fast.

[warfares]

[ a soft noise, something caught between contemplative and annoyed. it's amazing the things one takes for granted. ]

It would be appreciated. [ let it not be said that he can't recognize when he is out of his depth. ] I would not wish to be an inconvenience.

[donkeyballs]

Trust me, you ain't an inconvenience. [There's a warm smile in his voice when he says it.]

Bein' willin' to help already means a lot.

[warfares]

You're being kind. [ he doesn't quite know what to do with that, honestly. ]

Is this something we can expect to happen regularly?

[donkeyballs]

What, me bein' kind, or the station having a massive mechanical malfunction? [ Yeah, he's almost chuckling, now. ]

The first I'm afraid to say you're probably gonna have to live with. The second, who knows. Till we get to the Ops deck, or at least engineerin', there no way to hell what state this rust bucket is in. I'd say hope for the best, but - think it might be wiser to just be ready for when shit gets worse.

[warfares]

I'm sure I can adjust. [ to both, though it's anyone's guess which'll come easier. ]

Encouraging. [ ㅡor not remotely, really.

He exhales, rubs at the bridge of his nose. Thinks of what he'd told Revan once about the vastness of space being comforting without being overwhelming, and how he may well be eating those words soon. ]

Is there anything in particular that I'll need to know?

[donkeyballs]

Basics are, if you ain't been out before, keep your eyes on your feet or just ahead of you - try not t' look 'up' if you can help it. People who ain't used to it can get really dizzy or nauseous. You'll want to go with a buddy - someone to keep tethered to in case somethin' happens, because trust me - you ain't gonna want to be out there alone and trapped.

Your suit's what's gonna be keepin' you alive, so you triple check it before you even step out the airlock, and make sure you know exactly how much O2 you got for your trip, and how much time you need to get back to the airlock.

Hypoxia ain't a fun time for anyone.

[warfares]

[ ㅡ ah, well that just sounds like common sense for the most part. ]

I'm aware. The only uglier death is probably being blasted into realspace without any protection at all.

[ He thinks of his mother, then. Winces and changes the subject back to something safer. ]

Do you ever get used to it? [ more a rhetorical statement than a question, though Alex is clearly the expert on the subject and it's better attempting small talk than to dig into more awkward topics. ]

[donkeyballs]

[ Wait, what. ]

Realspace?

[ Because he honestly had no idea what Kylo meant. But at the question, he hummed something that sounded like an affirmative. ]

Yeah, we're a pretty adaptive species - live long enough with somethin' and it becomes normal, same as everythin' else. You'll get used to it. Just don't get cocky with it, or you start makin' mistakes because you aren't checking things like you should.

[warfares]

[ Clarifying: ] Normal space as opposed to hyperspace.

[donkeyballs]

Hyperspace.

[ What?? ]

... Fast... space? [ Wait a second, he'll get there. ]

You mean somethin' like an FTL drive? [ There we go. ]

[warfares]

[ ㅡ well, he did warn you he was a little ahead of the times. ]

Yes.

Hyperspace travel is the backbone of the galactic community and has been for millenia. [ Then, adds: ] During my time.

[donkeyballs]

[ Look, that's very ahead of the times, you can't blame him. ]

That's...

[ He whistles, lowly, and then the nerd kicks in: ]

So what exactly are we talkin' about here? Are you bendin' spacetime, somehow, or slippin' into a parallel dimension? What's the relative speed on it? Like - how long does it take to travel a lightyear?

[ Sorry, Kylo... ]

[warfares]

[ Hux would really be better equipped to handle this, but then they would be faced with a far more pressing concern: namely that Hux had managed to find his way onto the station to begin with.

He rubs at his lower lip: ] Hyperdrives exploit wrinkles in the fabric of realspace, enabling ships to travel distances while preserving their mass and energy profile.

[donkeyballs]

Huh! [ Okay, he's impressed. ]

Is it instantaneous or does it just really reduce the amount of time between destinations?

[ Alex, you're getting off track, here. ]

Uh - not that it makes a hell of a lot of difference, I guess, if we ain't got it here. Sounds like the tech on this station ain't anywhere close to what you've got back home.

[warfares]

It greatly reduces the distance. [ as conversational topics go it could be worse. ]

To my knowledge none of the sentient races have mastered teleportation. [ and Luke's projection trick absolutely doesn't count. ]

Not for lack of trying.

There's little point in dwelling on it. I'm not there right now and am unlikely to be returning any time soon.

[donkeyballs]

So it - it folds space-time. [ Is the only way he could think of it. And even that had him shaking his head, eyebrows raised. At least until the next thing Kylo said, which yes, did get his attention. ]

None of the sentient races? You mean aliens, right?

[ He let out a breath at the last, and raised a finger. ]

We'll get you home. Somehow. We all got here, so there's gotta be a way to get back. You just gotta keep your chin up.

[warfares]

[ a soft noise, something caught between amusement and surprise. ]

It's a vast galaxy and mankind hardly has the market cornered on ingenuity.

[ which isn't to say they aren't strong contenders, mind. Corellia and Kuat remain industrial titans even decades after the fall of the Empire. ]

The reassurance is unnecessary.

[donkeyballs]

[ He lets out a whistle all the same, because, man, alien shit is stuff he's only just now getting used to.

To the second part, he says: ]

Necessary or not, it's still offered. But that because you're confident, or because you don't have much hope in it at all?

[warfares]

[ give him time, he will blow your mind, son. ]

I would like to think the Force has a greater plan in store than my dying here.

[ that and he is absolutely prepared to tear through every door he finds, regardless of the words had about that sort of thing, if necessary. ]

[donkeyballs]

[ Even over audio, he could hear the capital F. ]

The Force?

[warfares]

[ ㅡ ah, well. ]

The energy field that surrounds and binds all living things to each other.

[donkeyballs]

... Huh. Think I heard someone else talkin' about somethin' similar, but I can't put my finger on who it -- Wait, yeah, it was Revan, when he was doin' his weird magic trick.

It doesn't quite sound like God, though.

[warfares]

Unsurprising, given Revan is from my ㅡ [ what was the agreed upon word for this, exactly? ] corner of the galaxy. [ more or less. ]

I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that he'd be showing off given his initial network. Most are generally not so blatant about what they can do.

And that's because it isn't.