un: aximili | voice [forward dated to 12/24 evening]

[canadese]

[For those uninitiated, suddenly experiencing thought-speak is probably pretty strange. It's sort-of-but-not-quite like telepathy, almost, and it's apparently coming out of your communicator. Weird!

The "voice," such as it is, sounds young, male, and somewhat wary.]

<Hello.

Does anyone here know what "protocol S-1704" is?>

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[ouzel]

I don't know what that is.

[ He keeps his voice low because he is not going to lose his shit at the voice from the communicator sounding...so close. Hngh. ]

I didn't know these communicators broadcast voices like this.

[canadese]

[Sigh. This is what humans get for communicating in such inefficient ways.]

<It is how my species communicates. This is Captain Cassian Andor, isn't it?>

[ouzel]

...huh.

[ He'll just. Note that down, mentally, somewhere. ]

Yes. Is this Aximili?

[canadese]

<Yes, it's me. It was a surprise to me as well that these communicators can transmit thought-speech. In my experience it is usually beyond humanoid technology. Perhaps whoever designed this ship is used to more sensible methods of communication.>

[He definitely doesn't sound smug.]

[ouzel]

Alternatively, they were prepared because they knew someone was coming who could utilize that option on the device.

[ Someone doesn't buy the idea that they're here on accident. ]

What is protocol S-1704?

[canadese]

[Ax is inclined to agree. ...Though that particular angle hadn't occurred to him. He will have to shelve that alarming implication for later.]

<It's something I overheard just now from one of the staff. Whatever it is sounded urgent.>

[ouzel]

[ Cassian frowns alone, in a dark room. ]

Where were you? When you overheard this?

[canadese]

<The atrium. It was some kind of transmission that a staff member received.>

[ouzel]

[ He wonders if he should get dressed and go see what's up. ]

What are they doing there?

[canadese]

<They're gone. I attempted to follow but I lost track of them.>

[Definitely doesn't sound at all irritated by that.]

[ouzel]

[ Cassian sighs. ]

Well. I doubt we'll get answers from any of them.

[canadese]

<Yes.>

[He hesitates, but, well, Cassian has been nothing but trustworthy, and this is probably information he shouldn't just sit on.]

<It sounded like an emergency. It seemed to be a distress call requesting help from the ship.>

[ouzel]

[ Well. That's interesting. ]

Did they say anything else?

[ Maybe he should take his ship out and see if there's anything happening nearby.]

[canadese]

<I have a feeling the ship may be changing course in the near future.>

[ouzel]

[ Cassian takes a breath at that. ]

Interested in taking a ship outside to see what there is to be seen?

[canadese]

<Yes.>

[A beat.]

<Marco should come.>

[ouzel]

I didn't realize you knew each other.

Sure. Meet me in the hangar in say, twenty minutes?