Reverie

[Cassian lifted his head.

A moment ago he'd been hugging Jyn Erso. Now he was hugging a metal floor. He thought about springing to his feet, but the pain of being shot then falling down the data tower was returning to him. He'd forgotten about it on the beach…

…and it wasn't all the pain. It was much milder. He no longer felt like knew he was about to die. But there was still something broken in there, and his head swam and he was nauseated like he was concussed.

The voice near him made him reach for his blaster. First he remembered that he'd left it on the citadel tower. Then he noticed that he wasn't wearing his own clothes, so it wouldn't be there anyway. He zeroed in on the source of the voice, and grabbed for it, the device, instead. He tried to sit up to examine it and was rewarded with a fresh stab of pain. Okay, injuries maybe no longer fatal but still bad enough.

Forcing the pain and nausea aside, a few minutes' examination allowed Cassian to stop the recorded voice and try to get more information. Space station. (Made sense with what he could see.) Not Imperial. Not Alliance. Not… anything he recognized. He was near the crew quarters on level 6… but who were the crew?

The pain was getting harder to ignore. He couldn't keep lying here, and he couldn't move under his own power. Without knowing who he was dealing with—

or how he got here—had the white light not been a kyberblast been some sort of tractor beam? had they been picked up? was it a rescue or were they captives? where was Jyn??

—he should give as little information about himself as possible, so he could match identity to situation once he learned it. Choosing a civilian affect, Cassian set the device to what he hoped was an open transmission.]

I think… I need medical help. I'm on level 6. …I need help.

[Here's a face that may or may not be familiar. Although in the past Ezra's stuck with text, he figures a video will probably work better for this. Some people had known he was palpatine on the holonet, some hadn't, and there wasn't much of a point in hiding without the Empire around. So here's a teenager, clad in Jedi robes, and pretty confused about what's going on. As usual.]

Uh. Hey. It's Ezra.

[He fiddles with the edge of his sleeves, trying to figure out how to approach all of this.]

Today I woke up on Deck 6, which is you know kinda weird when my room's on Deck 4 and I'd expect to wake up in my bed and all that... And then I checked the holonet. And there's like a million messages and a million new people I haven't seen around talking about things I don't know about and- I guess what I'm saying is, I think I left? And time still did its thing or whatever, but I don't remember leaving or anything.

[But considering everything else, this isn't that weird?]

Anyways, if you do know me, would you mind filling me in on what you can? How long has it been since you saw me, what's happened, how much you missed me, anything you think is relevant, you get it. And if you don't know me? Well... nice to meet you? That's it, I think.

I'm not exactly sure where they're coming from, but...
It seems as though there are quite a few animals showing up on the station?
I thought it might be prudent to have a sort of pet registry, so we at least know who to return them to if we find them wandering the station.
We know how dangerous this place can be, after all, and I wouldn't want any of them to get themselves hurt.

On that note, there's a white cat who followed me to my room.
I'd like to get her back to whoever lost her.

[ and there's a picture attached of an extremely fluffy white cat, sitting on top of an open book and staring at the camera. ]

I haven't been awake long, but I've been trying to read up on what I can, so a couple of quick questions:

1. Anyone managed to get past one of the locked doors yet? Either with force or another way. I know people were trying, but I haven't heard if anyone's succeeded.
2. I was told something about an organic humanoid capable of exiting the station without protective gear. If so, I'd love to talk to you.
3. Other Force-sensitives, I'd appreciate if we established ROEs immediately.

Thanks.

What language are you speaking? What language do you hear?

Do you speak other languages, and when you switch to them, do the people around you understand each other?

What script, glyphs, or alphabet do you write with? Do you see them on your communicator? Do other people see them as the icons you touch? [She means keys to type with, but doesn't quite have the turn of phrase.] If you write them by hand can the people around you read them?

I'm experimenting with written word. I'm in the bar drawing glyphs, if anyone volunteers to come try to read.

so, i can't be the only one wondering where our stuff is, right? because i don't know about you guys but i don't usually use a jumpsuit as pajamas, even if i'm taking an impromptu space nap. and even though i'm trying super hard not to think about someone playing nasa barbie while i was unconscious, i can't help but want to know what they've done with everything else.

( Her stele is the thing she's most eager to get back, if she's honest. But she'd take her knife too. Hell, even her actual underwear. )

has anyone come across a closet? or like, a sinister collection of momentos.

Hello.

As several before me have noted: given our circumstances, it is more crucial now than ever before that we cooperate and share any relevant information that could be of benefit to us all. However, the accessibility of this knowledge is also essential. If we have no sense of organization, then we add unnecessary frustration at least and risk at most.

I've accumulated a list of known locations and some general statistical information, which I encourage you to add to at your discretion. I believe it would be in our best interests to know the following about each of you as well:

1. Please list your name and ID.
2. Do you have any medical, technical, or mechanical skills?
3. Do you have any advanced skills in another area that you think would be of assistance?
4. Would you be comfortable using these skills if asked?

Also, I've taken the liberty to sort out how to increase security protocols. If you wish to know how this works, feel free to contact me here or privately.

Thank you.

[ ooc: So, head's up! Permission was granted to have Ryo fix up these filters for you all, but here's your catch (if you're interested): Ryo will be leaving a security loophole or "backdoor" as it were for himself (with your permission) to easily exploit so his ability to eavesdrop will be maximized. Please refer to his permission's post here if you're fine with him doing as much.

Also, if your character wouldn't agree to this? Please refer to the permissions anyhow if you eventually might be interested in this kind of technological eavesdropping. Thank you! ]

What planet are you from?

Feel free to include sector, star system, everything. Just in case.

I thought this might be a good place to start as far as gathering information goes.