[River is quiet, but there is danger in her voice.]

For those who know her, Amy has returned home.

I will be shipping off with the rest of the drafted within the week.

Do try to stay safe, over here, or wherever you may have wandered off to. Doctor, Rose, Luke, I mean you in particular.

Take care, and if you need me, I'll keep my datapad

[So. Guys, guess who's been missing from Coruscant since the draft started? Yeah, it's probably not hard to guess...which might just possibly have had some play in why he wasn't drafted. Rose, on the other hand, is a completely different story. And what kind of a friend lets a friend draft dodge on their own? A crappy one ( Read more... )

[There's no visual to go along with the irritated voice. Nope. It's just straight to the point with this guy. It also becomes very much apparent why he insists on keeping the transmission on audio.] Is there a particular reason why I woke up in Coruscant with nothing but my skivvies when I should be in Naboo on a mission?

[On the eve of battle, no ( Read more... )

[at first, all you see is Alec's feet. The video feed snapped on when he happened to put his bag down a little harder than he should have. If you could actually see all of him, you could see that he's looking over a red ball organ with a strange amount of intent curiosity ( Read more... )

[This time when the data pad feed comes on, Charles is not sitting at his usual table in the library but rather he's at one of the tall library windows that looks out across the Coruscant night skyline. His expression is contemplative and it looks as if his mind is anywhere but with his body there in the library. For a long moment, he stands and ( Read more... )

[ Have a fantastic shot of Erik's back. Not like, anywhere lower, but a fantastic shot of his back and you realize the datapad is floating while Erik is plotting dramatics brooding by his window - Thanks Stefan! - hands clasped behind his back. Erik had come back late last night, much to the approval of Charles and has conveniently been filled in ( Read more... )

[Locked to 'friends']

[Lion-O's transmitting from his workplace, within the stacks of large storage containers, in the warehouse belonging to the droid merchant.]

Were any of you conscripted? I- [His lips press together. He's uncertain what he thinks about the news of the draft.] I didn't get the notice.

[He rolls his head, as if to be rid of a ( Read more... )

Amy, Luke, Doctor, Rose, Jack...

Check in with me, please?

[Amy's face is stained with tears. She's been sobbing for a while and is making no effort to hide it. She has tissue in hand and looks at her datapad angrily.]

Whoever you are, I hope you're happy with yourselves. You took my boys and I won't let you get away with it. Mark my words. I will get them back.

[Private to Anakin]When can we start ( Read more... )

Mr. Stark? I was curious if you were still looking for people to test your new toy?

I can practically guarantee that the paces it will be put through will be adequately creative.

Directed to Tony Stark, but again, not encrypted.