Reverie

[There's a woman with dark hair and almond eyes waving at the camera in greeting. Somehow even in that awful uniform she manages to look elegant and composed... and maybe just a little mischievous.]

I have a surprise for you. Pay attention even if it seems like old news. The details are still important.

[That's all the warning people are going to get before Elektra plays this footage for everyone. Only once it's done the camera focuses back on her face.] Don't say I never contributed anything to the cause. You'd be surprised how long it takes to find something even remotely interesting around here.

[She waves one last time.] Enjoy your puzzle piece. [The feed ends here.]

[ the video comes from a random hallway, and Bodhi is sitting against the wall, hair falling free from his hair tie, looking tired. he sighs, resting his chin on a hand. when speaking, he's not gesturing as much as he normally does. ]

I was wondering, how many of you have met people here, that you knew from before? Or... maybe someone you've never met, but they're from the same galaxy or planet as you. Just another -- time. 

[ he pauses. it's not completely unrelated to his next question. this is actually, a bit overdue. given he hasn't thought to try ask the network before, but he has been looking. 

but maybe, even if they aren't here, someone knows who they are? ]

Does the term "Rogue One" mean anything to anyone?

[ The camera filming is the one from the console in the wall of the garden, the one that Haru put together. It shows Amos, fingers brushing along the plants hooked together along the wall. He has a smile on his face, and his touch seems incredibly gentle, his lips parted as he looks at the greenery. ]

Have you ever seen something more amazing? These plants are keeping us alive. Literally. Scrubbing up the air we breathe, putting it back out as something we can use. They take so much work, so much patience, so much knowledge. To keep them alive, help them grow. So amazing.

[ He stops, his face closing up all of a sudden. His jaw ticks with a muscle under the beard, and his hands turn into fists. He pulls away from the wall. It seems like a sudden change in mood, something like a switch has been flipped, all of a sudden. His posture tenses, his eyes start stinging. ]

This place is killing us. It's - it's killed my friend, already. He's more than a friend, really. He's my brother.

[ If you've met Amos, had a chat with him, you might realize that this video is pretty... well, unlike him. He doesn't seem to really recognize that fact, though, looking straight at the camera with his eyes slightly teary. ]

Be careful. This station does shit to us. [ Pause. Amos wipes at his eyes. Sniffles. ] Oh and by the way, guys, it's a station, not a ship. Don't make me say it again.

[ He doesn't sound angry, even when he says this, tired of having to repeat himself. There's a suspicious complete lack of anger throughout the whole entry. ]

Seriously, we need to get off this barge. All of us. If you think there's nothing you can do, I promise you, there is. We gotta work together.

[ Erik appears on the video looking straight at the camera, the angle wide enough that it's clear he's not actually holding it. It's unclear who, or what, is holding it as he is alone. He's deeply uncomfortable with having to make this address, but as he rarely looks pleased with what's going on anyway this isn't terribly different from his normal expression. ]

Fellow residents. A few days ago, while repairing the gravity array, I used some abilities that I had previously concealed. On my world, I am what is known as a mutant. That means I have an active X-Gene, which grants me abilities that humans do not possess. These abilities can manifest in a multitude of ways. As for myself, I can control metal by manipulating magnetic fields.

My people are persecuted on my world. We are subject to everything from casual bigotry to attempts at nuclear genocide. When we arrived, I suspected that this could be another crime against us, or that the other residents would display the same prejudice that I have been battling for the last twenty years. So I concealed my identity and my abilities in an attempt to protect myself and any other mutants on board. [ He sighs softly. ] I also did not expect to be here long enough for it to matter.

Since this engagement appears to be lasting longer than I first thought, and I have been using my abilities in mixed company, as it were, I decided the most efficient course of action would be to make a public announcement rather than having multiple personal conversations. My name is Erik Lehnsherr, also known as Magneto. I am a mutant. I apologize to those I have misled. And if you are also a mutant, I want you to know that you are not alone, and do not need to be afraid.