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[X] DAYS AFTER THE INVASION OF CORUSCANT
IN THE CARGO HOLD OF THE BRIGHT FALCON, AN ALLIANCE FREIGHTER...
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Black Circle Distributor Thirty-Three stabbed at her bowl of ration-mush with a plastic, two-tined fork. Maybe it wasn't professional to eat in front of her interview subject, but she wasn't getting paid - and it wasn't like anything else about the setup was professional, either. She hadn't slept more than eighteen hours since the occupation. She was pretty sure she still had more holes in her than was standard for a human being, even after the doc looked her over.
Still, it could've been worse: she had set up a privacy curtain, of a sort, with the tattered remains of her coat and a few pieces of piping laying around. And they had seating! It was cargo containers, but everything was cargo containers.
The slicer leaned forward, and thumbed a button on the datapad in her hand before she started talking -
"Right, so, uh. This is Thirty-Three, recording in the aftermath of the Imperial occupation of Coruscant. Sorry if the audio's bad, listeners, we're, uhm, we're recording in the back of a freighter tonight."
Thirty-Three coughed, and checked the readouts on her datapad. Sound quality was the best it could be expected to be, given the circumstances.
For the first time, now Thirty-Three looked her subject directly in the eyes, and smiled. Force, she looked tired.
"So. If you could explain who you are for our listeners - no names."
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Sienna
IN THE CARGO HOLD OF THE BRIGHT FALCON, AN ALLIANCE FREIGHTER...
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Black Circle Distributor Thirty-Three stabbed at her bowl of ration-mush with a plastic, two-tined fork. Maybe it wasn't professional to eat in front of her interview subject, but she wasn't getting paid - and it wasn't like anything else about the setup was professional, either. She hadn't slept more than eighteen hours since the occupation. She was pretty sure she still had more holes in her than was standard for a human being, even after the doc looked her over.
Still, it could've been worse: she had set up a privacy curtain, of a sort, with the tattered remains of her coat and a few pieces of piping laying around. And they had seating! It was cargo containers, but everything was cargo containers.
The slicer leaned forward, and thumbed a button on the datapad in her hand before she started talking -
"Right, so, uh. This is Thirty-Three, recording in the aftermath of the Imperial occupation of Coruscant. Sorry if the audio's bad, listeners, we're, uhm, we're recording in the back of a freighter tonight."
Thirty-Three coughed, and checked the readouts on her datapad. Sound quality was the best it could be expected to be, given the circumstances.
For the first time, now Thirty-Three looked her subject directly in the eyes, and smiled. Force, she looked tired.
"So. If you could explain who you are for our listeners - no names."
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Sienna