Chiana had been bored all day. For as much fun as the party had been a week or so back, Taxon's fun factor had been ground to a halt lately. She'd thought about tracking down that funny man with the zipper on his head, but instead, she had started exploring the nooks and crannies of Taxon streets. She was currently somewhere in what the map called Central. She recognized it from her arrival. It was a nice enough place, but there wasn't any adventure. Maybe that was the problem. Chiana hadn't been on this rock since she arrived here. After all this time of flying on Moya, the poor little gray-skinned girl was getting homesick for space.
It was perfect timing that she heard the curse came blaring over her tablet. She recognized the voice first, and a quick glance to her wrist showed the hologram of someone very familiar.
"Aeryn?" Chiana's head quirked hard to one side. "Frell me! It is you!" She grinned so hard it felt like her face might crack.
Aeryn stared at the tiny map on the screen as though it held the secrets to getting her the frell out of this smooth, round prison. She grew frustrated, unsure of what was going on or if she was even alive at this point. She certainly felt real enough. She pinched her arm just to be sure. It hurt, and she was even more confused than before. She had been dead. She remembered dying, very distinctly, in fact, because of the way in which she died. Or rather, the person that had assisted in her death. The haunting image of John drifted into her head and she immediately clamped down on her emotions and got them under control, like a proper soldier would.
Aeryn shrugged off the feeling of echoing memories and frowned back down on the Tablet. As though recognizing her annoyance with it, the tablet blazed into light and showed her the face of a very recognizable, overly-cheerful face. Her brows knitted together in a scowl.
"Chiana!" she shouted at the small screen. "What did you do? Where are we? And how the frell do I get out of this
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"Me?!" Chiana squeaked when Aeryn started in on accusing her. "I've got just as much to do with this as you." She glared through the tablet. "And what makes you think it's about me, huh? Don't answer that." She huffed and gave serious thought to cutting off the transmission and leaving Aeryn to her own devices. That would teach her. After a moment, though, Chiana remembered that this wasn't about settling scores.
"They call it Taxon." She said with a shrug. "Seems to be an alright place. Kind of boring. Not nearly enough stuff to do to keep a girl busy." She shifted her weight before glancing around. Spotting the Sanctuary, she grinned again. "I think I know where you might be. You can leave that room, you know. Shouldn't be anything interesting behind door number one."
"Because it's always got something to do with you!! Everytime we end up-" The transmission feed cut off and Aeryn felt her knuckles turning white as she gripped the tablet with rage. Good thing it was indestructible. "That little tralk..." she hissed through gritted teeth and wished that she had her pulse pistol right then. She would have had an impromptu lesson on the firing range with the tablet as the main target. Before she could fully realize how angry she was, Chiana popped back up on her screen.
"Taxon?" she replied to test the syllables out on her own tongue. They were foreign and strange, but they would do for now. "Yes, but what kind of place is this? For all we know we're being kept under direct surveillance of the Scarrans. And there is no frelling do-" Down the long set of steps, the smooth wall split and formed a door where there wasn't one a moment before. Aeryn took the steps two at a time and pressed her weight firmly on the door. It swung opened and she blinked against the sunlight.
"A kidnapping," came the steady answer, spoken in a clipped Coruscanti accent. Normally she didn't speak to the newcomers, but this one's arrival had caught her attention in the Force. It didn't hurt for her to step outside of her loner tendencies now and then. "I'm afraid you're the victim of a most unfortunate situation."
[[OOC Note: For my own sanity since I'm still a little confused about how timelines work here, I'm going to play this before Chiana ever got in contact with her *derp*]]
Aeryn stared at the tiny screen as an unrecognizable face came across it with a response she did not like. "Kidnapping," she replied flatly, letting the word settle in her head. She glanced around the large metal room and then back to the tablet. She slapped her thigh and was horrified and furious to find that her pulse pistol was not where it should be. She stared back down at the tablet screen. "Explain."
[ ooc: not a problem! so sorry with the delay in this, btw. irl got a little hectic for a bit there. ]
"I'm afraid we don't know much about the situation," Siri explained as prompted. "What we do know is that this is an underground city in some sort of cave. The sky you'll see outside is merely a holographic illusion. We can't leave. There's a barrier that surrounds the city that's thus far impenetrable. We don't know who brought us here or why."
Re: [visual]0ne_woman_armyNovember 18 2009, 04:24:05 UTC
[ooc: Thanks! And no worries in the delay. I'm pretty bad about them myself haha]
It took a few moments for the words to register with her. She was the product of a mass kidnapping and was stuck in some underground facility with no chance of escape. She felt the immediate anger rise up inside. "How many are there?" she asked tersely. "Are they all Sebaecean? Are the Scarrans responsible for this?"
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It was perfect timing that she heard the curse came blaring over her tablet. She recognized the voice first, and a quick glance to her wrist showed the hologram of someone very familiar.
"Aeryn?" Chiana's head quirked hard to one side. "Frell me! It is you!" She grinned so hard it felt like her face might crack.
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Aeryn shrugged off the feeling of echoing memories and frowned back down on the Tablet. As though recognizing her annoyance with it, the tablet blazed into light and showed her the face of a very recognizable, overly-cheerful face. Her brows knitted together in a scowl.
"Chiana!" she shouted at the small screen. "What did you do? Where are we? And how the frell do I get out of this ( ... )
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"They call it Taxon." She said with a shrug. "Seems to be an alright place. Kind of boring. Not nearly enough stuff to do to keep a girl busy." She shifted her weight before glancing around. Spotting the Sanctuary, she grinned again. "I think I know where you might be. You can leave that room, you know. Shouldn't be anything interesting behind door number one."
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"Taxon?" she replied to test the syllables out on her own tongue. They were foreign and strange, but they would do for now. "Yes, but what kind of place is this? For all we know we're being kept under direct surveillance of the Scarrans. And there is no frelling do-" Down the long set of steps, the smooth wall split and formed a door where there wasn't one a moment before. Aeryn took the steps two at a time and pressed her weight firmly on the door. It swung opened and she blinked against the sunlight.
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Aeryn stared at the tiny screen as an unrecognizable face came across it with a response she did not like. "Kidnapping," she replied flatly, letting the word settle in her head. She glanced around the large metal room and then back to the tablet. She slapped her thigh and was horrified and furious to find that her pulse pistol was not where it should be. She stared back down at the tablet screen. "Explain."
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"I'm afraid we don't know much about the situation," Siri explained as prompted. "What we do know is that this is an underground city in some sort of cave. The sky you'll see outside is merely a holographic illusion. We can't leave. There's a barrier that surrounds the city that's thus far impenetrable. We don't know who brought us here or why."
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It took a few moments for the words to register with her. She was the product of a mass kidnapping and was stuck in some underground facility with no chance of escape. She felt the immediate anger rise up inside. "How many are there?" she asked tersely. "Are they all Sebaecean? Are the Scarrans responsible for this?"
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