video. username: rook.

[ex_brainstorm70]

[ The crew jumpsuit they gave him is tight with bright purple stripes running the length of it, when he's used to baggy plain grey. Wearing it he feels more like a podracer superstar than a former Imperial cargo pilot, which in turn makes him both slightly more confident and slightly more nervous, his body language all crossed legs and fidgeting. His dark eyes dart, nervous. ]

Listen. Listen. Hello, yes, listen, I need help.

[ He sounds a little urgent about it, voice dropped low. ]

Um, I've followed the instructions, and turned up to work, and I want to work, I do. It's the least I could do, I think.

[ He feels grateful enough to even be here that he's fallen immediately back into the old routine of following orders, and after the initial introduction and orientation was over his orders were to report for his first shift at the electronics store. So he's done that before even going to see if the directions to his ship held true. Before even seeing Cassian and Jyn. And that has... well, proven to be a mistake. ]

I've worked out how to send a message — assuming anyone actually sees this — but I don't really know how to fix them. Does anybody have any tips about using the technology here? It's just a little, um, different from what I'm used to. Okay. Thank you.

[ He seems a little sheepish about having to ask at all, grimacing to himself as he ends the transmission and signs off. ]

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[straycloud]

If something goes wrong, you can turn it off and turn it back on. I've heard that that fixes most things.

[ If he's joking, it is not at all apparent in his voice. ]

[ex_brainstorm70]

[ A short delay in response; ]

Listen, thanks, but I just tried it and um, I still only see dots and lines as your username. Is that... how it's meant to be?

[straycloud]

If you squint, do they look like a happy face?

[ex_brainstorm70]

I don't know about "happy", exactly..

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[doxing]

Calm down, nothing to get anxious about. They're the ones who screwed up on the work delegation, amigo; you'll get there.

(head tilting heavily to one side, brow cocked. to think someone could get this spooked over something like technology, despite its newness and the parts even she has no idea how to work. sombra can, however, guess at what to do.)

Know how reverse-engineering happens? Deconstruct 'em, lay out the pieces in a way you'll remember, and put 'em back together.

(a flip of a hand hooked up to gloves and neon pink nails. like it's the easiest thing in the world to do. because she's mean.)

Easy.

[ex_brainstorm70]

[ Why does everyone's username show up as meaningless characters for him? He really is a little concerned about this operating system's font package.

That aside, he does deeply appreciate the reassurance, however teasing it is. ]

Yes... yes! I can do that.

[ Taking things apart and putting them back together again, building similar things from scrap, he knows how to do that, he does! But his knowledge is mostly around droids and ships and communications... landlines, holopads, clunky interfaces. Everything here is smaller and sleeker and more intimidating. He taps the device consideringly. ]

It's not entirely wrong. This... isn't what I'm used to, but I don't think it can be too different.

[ He sounds like he's regaining a little bit more confidence already! Or maybe that's just the jumpsuit. ]

[doxing]

Worst case scenario, you screw with the tech of the people who've been screwing with us.

(win-win, in her opinion. she has to titter at the growing confidence, what a nerd.)

If you have enough trouble, I might be able to fish around for some schematics for ya. I mean, for a price.

[ex_brainstorm70]

Do you think they've been, er, "screwing" with us? I mean, from my understanding it was all a bit of a mistake that we're here. And they're doing their best.

[ Even if they've given him a more difficult job than he'd like and he isn't exactly satisfied with a lot of what'a happening here. They're trying, he can see that. ]

voice | un: cpt andor

[realists]

[ jyn heard bodhi's voice and instead of grabbing her own communicator (because she is stubborn and has not taken to wearing it), reached across the table and grabbed cassian's wrist. which is why her voice is coming via his name. ]

Bodhi! [ it's not a shout, but the relief is plain. ] Where are you? We'll come find you.

[ouzel]

They won't fire you for not knowing what they want you to do. [ Because Cassian suspects Bodhi knowing both of these things will help him feel less...stranded, perhaps.

But there's still the sound of rising from chairs. ] So don't worry about that.

[ex_brainstorm70]

[ His heart leaps at Andor, leaps again when it's actually Jyn's voice — she's going to give him cardiac arrest if she isn't careful. He hadn't dared to hope. That his life was saved was nothing short of a miracle of luck and once he'd realized that he'd become determined to be satisfied with that much.

And yet here's another miracle straight away. He's never before had people he would have thought of as dearest friends, until now. Dearest, even though he hadn't known Rogue One long enough for that to really hold weight. ]

Jyn Erso...?

[ And Cassian! ]

Yes, yes, you asked — I'm in the trading centre. The Star Fruit Store.

[ Words foreign in his mouth, though even as he says them he is taking out his welcome package and rifling through instructions until he finds and starts typing up the directions he was given, to text Cpt Ander along with the video. ]

I don't think I can leave until my shift is over?

[realists]

[ jyn's voice is muffled because she's already moving, so she sounds further away, almost echoing. ]

Of course you can leave! [ it's his first day! he deserves time to decompress! and let jyn apologize to him. ] You can go back for another shift later.

video; un: altea

[juniberries]

Fix what, exactly? The communicators? Yours seems to be working perfectly fine.

[ex_brainstorm70]

Other... other people's. I have other duties, too; those are easy enough. But I think I'm supposed to help people if they bring in something broken.

[juniberries]

I would think that would be something they'd teach you at your job. Is no one there training you?

[ex_brainstorm70]

They taught me how to speak to customers and use the, um, "register"! They're not leaving me entirely alone!

voice; un: rogue leader

[taggingwomprats]

Uh, what are you trying to fix? I'm pretty handy with a spanner. Not that I really know the technology they have here, either...

[ She's not sure what he's talking about, unfortunately. ]

[ex_brainstorm70]

[ Bodhi is in basically the same situation; he isn't sure his skills transfer to the tech here, even if whoever assigned his work seems to have more confidence in him.

But he ignores all of that. ]

Rogue... leader.

[ A small smile, because it reminds him of the callsign he made up. ]

[taggingwomprats]

Uh... yeah?

[ Luke sounds just a bit confused. That's his username. And his call-sign. ]

Why?

text; un: red tulip

[finethanks]

What a funny way to send a message. Fufu, are you asking about editing? Or something else? You'll have to be more specific~.

[ex_brainstorm70]

No, um.

[ He realizes he responded automatically and switches to the text channel, but he forgets to turn the video off so there is also dull additional video of him typing. ]

They gave me a job helping people fix problems with their Star Fruit technology.
Mostly hardware, I wouldn't even know where to begin with the programs.

[finethanks]

I see. So you mean you're actually something of a repair man. With equipment you haven't seen before? How exciting~. They must have a lot of faith in you.

I bet there are old pieces of technology or parts that you can experiment with. The jobs here don't seem all too strict, so don't worry too much.

un: l.organa

[sensive]

[ Leia remains geared up for Hoth, not the Eluvio, all in white besides the black blaster pistol at her side. The look makes her feel Alderaanian. Strong.

Still, like Bodhi, she has dutifully undertaken her new job, seated somewhere with an awful lot of — hair? — wigs lining the wall behind her. ]

I'm pretty new to the technology, too, actually, so you're not alone. [ a small smile, light and reassuring in its steadiness. ] We could practice together, if you like.

[ex_brainstorm70]

[ Bodhi squints for a moment. Unlike with Luke, he has a much stronger feeling of recognition; after all, he'd met and spoken to Bail Organa very briefly. He doesn't want to assume, but she looks — familiar, at least. ]

Thanks.

[ It's sort of mumbled, a little awkward, as he tries to work out how to ask this politely. ]

Are you related to Bail Organa by any chance?

[ He eventually decides to go with, tentative. ]

[sensive]

[ The question doesn't catch her off guard, exactly, seeing as her look and stint in politics link her to Bail explicitly, but the topic is not expected here, so far from her home system.

Something in her smile tightens. Are you — the present tense doesn't strike her as odd, but it reminds her of losing her family all the same. ]

I'm his daughter, Leia. [ a brief hesitation. She tilts her head, searching his face for familiarity. ] Did you know him?