Reverie

So. I found something very important. [Lapis says, with a tone of which that suggests that it's not really at all important, especially when its punctuated with an ugly snort of laughter. Whatever it is, Lapis seems to have gotten a huge kick out of it, considering she's waving around the magazine article she is. She quickly clears her throat and begins reading:]

"Lapis Lazuli is a gemstone known to reduce stress and bring peace. It brings harmony and deep inner self knowledge and encourages self awareness. It provides qualities of honesty, compassion and morality to the person and stimulates objectivity, clarity, and creativity. It is also known for assisting in inspiring confidence and helping one express their feelings and emotions.

Lapis Lazuli boosts the immune system, purifies blood, lowers blood pressure, cooling and soothing areas of inflammation. It alleviates insomnia and vertigo, and overcomes depression. Lapis Lazuli benefits the respiratory and nervous systems and the throat, vocal chords, and thyroid, cleanses organs, bone marrow and thymus."

[She pauses, and waves the article again, clearly amused as hell. For anyone who knows Lapis, these all sound like bold faced lies.]

You know, I'm kind of flattered people believe this about me. I have no idea what half of these things I supposedly fix are, but you know. I'm your Gem for this stuff, apparently.

[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.

[Ashford had woken up on the 4th deck but as per his nature was not content to simply sit there and wait, so he's managed to gracelessly drag and shuffle his way to Deck 2 and has now slumped into one of the booths.]

This...this is Captain Klaes Ashford... OPA....of the Behemoth. If any of my crew have also been brought to this place and can hear this message report to me in the mess hall ASAP. Other than that I would be grateful for any information regarding this station, our situation here, or the whereabouts of my ship and--

[A wheezing cough and a throaty struggle for breath followed by some mumbled cursing] 

...sabaka....

[Another hacking sound] 

--and medical assistance. If there are any medical personnel on this station I would appreciate it if you would now make yourselves known.

[A last choked off breath that leads into a throaty grunt of a sound]

Sooner is better than later.