the holonet

Too many thoughts inside my head, it's making me dizzy. I wish the Professor were here.

I went back home, again, but this time some horrible things happened....

I'm not sure how someone is suppose to deal with this. I wish I didn't go back now.

Only good thing that came out of it was learning more about space travel. I now know how to pilot a ship, but I'd rather not have that knowledge if it meant changing what happened..

Hi there. This is strange, I've never used a megascope before.

Um, right.

I understand that your world is undergoing a Conjunction right now. This isn't my first time showing up in a new world, but it is the first time that a new world has been so prepared for my arrival. So, um, thank you for the generosity.

Not my circus, not my monkeys...

Not my dang monkeys...

Well, I was never someone to stay away from complicated, murky politics, and this galaxy seems to have that in spades. I'm liking the bigger scale, at least. It makes back home seem almost tame.

I still can't believe this is real. I'm not sure when I'll get used to it, either.

Awhile back, well actually a bit now, when I first got here there was a man that I sat with in the hospital, Qui-Gon Jinn I think his name was. I am just wondering how he is and if hes been ok and ever found his friend Obi-Wan. I haven't been the best at keeping up with this thing myself if he has been on here.

I have traded my ship (the one that I held the title to, but which was inaccessible to me) for a share in another ship, so I am back to wandering the galaxy to buy and sell and observe. This time, with a trading partner who I can only trust as far as I can throw her. (That is a very strange expression. There is no actual throwing going on. Only tricks and maneuvering.)

Perhaps I should also trade my name for Jack, who also made an unfortunate trade, and hope that my new position is at least as profitable as fantastical beans.

(And since anything is possible, I am curious: does anyone have any fantastical beans in the world they come from?)

The main share of the ship is owned by my new partner's family, who own enough ships that I can only hope they will be kind to my old one after they have retrieved it. I find that I miss it, now that it is truly no longer mine. I did not know that I could care about ships that much.

[Rifters]

I have been careful, and I think I have left behind those that were watching with this move, but I am still...curious. If anyone else has any similar experience with watchers, I would still like to find out more, if you are willing to compare notes.

I really can't deal with anything else right now.

Due to a recent clownian motion in the moronosphere, I thought I might set something straight.

My name is Selene. I am not a smuggler, or a spice runner, or a nerf herder.

If you need your people (6, 12 if they are good friends), or a small (20 tonne max, standard pallets, please), high-value cargo delivered by a bonded transport, contact me.

If you need your ship or small convoy escorted, contact me.

If you need short-term contract security, contact me.

If you have a raider or pirate problem, post a high enough bounty, and I'll contact you.

That being said...

I'm currently on Naboo, and looking for a new crew. I especially need a co-pilot and a flight engineer. If you don't have your commercial papers yet, I'll train the right person. I'm also interested in a few gunners/lumpers/security professionals. Unless things change, I'll be working from this sector out to the Outer Rim for a while.

My ship is the Banshee, or message me on the net.

When traveling off world, what are your go to items you have to take with you?

And how long does it take to actually get the hang of understanding an astromech droid? Because mine is adorable and I hate having things lost in translation when he's beeping like crazy.

I have a very bad habit of getting lost in my own head and watching the world tick on around me. It's a coping mechanism for those arou Mostly, I've observed this world to be beautiful to a fault and generous with not only its culture but also it's people. And it's been a good world to me.

For any of you who've just arrived, I'm Peggy Carter. I'm an Agent of the SSR and though that doesn't mean much here, I'm quite happy to get to know you better.

If I know you already, help me out? I need something to do during the week that isn't following you lot around and sitting quietly in the bar.

Missing home more than I thought I would. Funny how the things you miss aren't always what you'd expect.

I miss a few people, of course, but - I miss my books. And my horses. Where can I find something entertaining to read, other than this endless stream of ... whatever this is. Is anything just ... on paper?

Got myself a few new clothes. And also a blaster. It's light and fires lasers. Real easy. Bit different from the guns I'm used to, which I still have here with me. Blaster will be good when the bullets run out. But I'm wondering if you got any laser machine guns hire, automatic.

Oh! And found out they have.. they call it cigarra. Funny, we just call it a fucking cigar back home. But I'm gonna try it out. Wondering if they got any fast cars. Ha, I bet they fly! Because, you, know, it's all fancy space stuff in this galaxy and things are more advanced here. Maybe I get a car with machine gun turrets on the hood and fenders

No. I absolutely refuse to believe this is happening. I'm dreaming and I'm gonna wake up in my own bed any minute now.

This berated Sci fi hell is not real.

There's a bit of trickery required to become accustomed to shooting a phaser when you've come from a place that hurls metal projectiles. In my world, when aiming a weapon, one must account for a myriad of things like recoil, calibre, and even the weather. A phaser is so light, so agile, one must only bend one's elbow and shoot.

Long live technology, I say.

I'm not really sure what happened or how, but I think I ended up back home for awhile. Things have changed a lot for me, most of this doesn't seem so strange anymore. But, I saw a possible future in my world, one where a lot changed especially the people I care about. I can't help but think that maybe that happens because I never make it back home again.

I guess this is better getting stuck here again then 1958, the way people had to live back then. How did anyone ever do it?

[Filtered to Oliver, Thea and Felicity.]

Are you guys alright? Still here? I know I just talked to Thea and she may have had a similar experiences going back home for a bit. I just, after what I saw, I'd really like to hear your voice and see you guys again.

[Filtered to Oliver.]

Ollie, I probably shouldn't tell you what I saw, but it was horrible, I just...just need to make sure you're ok and still you.

That was...odd.

Seriously, I never thought I'd say this...

But I suddenly really miss having a Watcher. Maybe I should start taking applications for the position.

First of all, if anyone was wondering, evil vampires do exist in this galaxy. Buffy and I found some on Tenebris and defeated them.

Second of all, since leaving Tenebris, I keep finding out more about the galaxy. People do such unexpected things, like live in a station orbiting a sun like a comet, so that sometimes they are very near the sun and sometimes they are very far away. I suppose I understand; the comet cluster they built their station to be near contains valuable minerals. But it is funny how they talk about time and seasons. They are very patient about seasons.

They are very guarded here, they do not like strangers, but I think they are trustworthy. And they have exactly what I needed, and they have agreed to let me have it, and in fact to send it home for me. In return, I have agreed to leave my ship here in escrow and accompany some of them on a trip around their solar system, to all the other little comet stations.

I have been assured that all we will do is play poker, and all they want to do is win at poker. I understand that winning at poker means a lot in the society they have here, in terms of prestige and privileges that are distributed by gambling. They've been unlucky, and haven't gotten their fair share since last summer. And it's winter now! (That means decades. As I noted before, they are very patient about seasons.)

They think it they are very lucky to have found out that I am very good at poker.

I think that I am very lucky to have found a fully functional life support system that is made by the same company as made the terraforming towers at home, which has components that can be used to do all the repairs we need.

But I suppose it will take me longer to get back to Naboo (and home, eventually) than I thought. I will be busy playing very much poker.

[filter: Cat Petersen]

Are you still around? I hope you're settling in well.

I wanted you to know that I am not the kind of person who forgets things, but I'm even more not sure when I'll be on Naboo. I hope you've found ... what you were looking for.

So... no chance of being taken back home by next week? See, it's Spring Break and I'm supposed to have classes at Yale after the 21st. Also have other important plans. I believe them about this being accidental, since no sane person would even think of summoning the Antichrist against his will Might as well summon a hurricane, it's actually not much difference honestly

Greetings all, I'm Damien Thorn. Yale student. And also soon to be CEO and President of Thorn Industries. Of course, being a president of the U.S. might be a nice goal to have too. Not that I'd stop at one country, I would in fact prefer to have the entire planet Earth under my power