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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[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. ]

[doxing]

Awe, you think they're gonna try hard and waste precious resources to get us all back home, huh?

(a hand to her cheek, head tilting.)

I guess that's optimistic. I mean, they did provide us that resoundingly helpful orientation session.

[ex_brainstorm70]

No, no, I mean... I don't think so? I don't think they plan to try and send us home. [ fine by him! ] From what I understand plenty of people who work on the ships here arrived just like we did.

[ A mischievous little smile. ]

Which I learned in orientation, so it wasn't that useless.

[doxing]

So, now that we're stuck here, we just throw our lot in with the first people willing to lend a hand?

(that smile's a nice one, getting one out of her.)

I mean, it's alright for now, but — trust me, I'll be on the market.

[ex_brainstorm70]

If I wasn't here, I... well, I'd probably be dead. So I'm not going to be picky if they want me to. Sell electronics or - or whatever all this stuff is. And if they end up needing something I'm better at, well... my ship's here too.

[doxing]

I wouldn't be either, man. (lord dyin', this poor bastard.) But electronics isn't the way I'd be spending my supposed afterlife.

(having a job is all well and good, but having a hilariously ironic toast to good health would be so much better.)

You should take a load off. They can't just kick you off the ship.

[ex_brainstorm70]

You don't think so? I think so. Just put me in my little craft and send me on my way, thanks but find your own way to... wherever we're all supposed to be going. Where are we going?