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Excuse me.

[A deep, sleepy sounding voice. It might have sounded far more relaxing had a distinct note of concern to it.]

I have a few questions, if I may... I have noticed the pamphlet booths here but I'm... Afraid I cannot read them as they are, currently.

[His hands are a bit big. For those. A little.]

Please if anyone has a spare moment?

[Of course, meanwhile, down by the bay, there is a newcomer.

A very large, somewhat icy looking shuttle.

In all honesty, very large is a bit of an understatement, chances are one could fit an entire crew, their family, the maintenance team, and all their pets on board and still have room for boccie ball and shuffle board.

It also looks very empty. Sure there's lights going off in it as if someone might be on board, and the engine is comfortably running, no doubt in an attempt to clear off all the goddamn ice, but there's not a soul in sight.]

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I could read the one I have to you, maybe? [Ray suggests, brow furrowed slightly in thought.] I don't have the best voice, but at least then you'd know what's going on, sort of. Sorry if I can't answer any questions you might have, though, since I only arrived myself a little while ago.

I would appreciate this, thank you.

... Your voice sounds perfectly fine, though. What is wrong with it?

Oh, I've been told by my teachers I over-enunciate long words. Don't worry, I've been getting better at not doing that lately. [She fishes around in her schoolbag for the pamphlet, pulling it out and scanning the contents.] Should I just read it word-for-word? I don't want to accidentally miss anything important.

[Suddenly a living skeleton appears on Skyfire's phone.]

You can't read the pamphlets?

[Weird. Still, he can use this to his advantage, maybe.] Want me to come down and help you?

There's nothing wrong with that. Diction is important.

It would be nice, but I would hate to keep you here, I do understand if it's a bit too lengthy for that.

I'm afraid not... It's a difficult situation to explain.

[OOOH-]

Er well... I mean there's... I don't mind if you come down to the bay of course not but you certainly don't have to.

[Because 'No' is too hard a word]

It's no trouble at all. I'll be right there. We can talk as I walk down there.

What's your name? I'm Django of the Dead.

Thanks for being understanding.

It's alright. I've just settled in myself, so it's not like I have anything else to do. I'm too new for that just yet.

[And with that, she clears her throat, takes a deep breath and starts reading. Her voice changes subtly as she speaks, taking on a more official, crisp and rhythmic cadence, and it's clear that she's done a lot of reading out loud before, albeit under different circumstances.

The entire thing is longer than any pamphlet should be, and at the end she has to clear her throat again and thump her chest to get her voice back.]

...so, does that answer your questions?

Of course.

[And he politely remains very quiet until she's entirely finished, and yes, he does appreciate the nice, clean, crisp sound to it.

Very official!]

Thank you so much, that does explain most of my questions, yes.

I am a bit concerned about finding fuel... I don't know if this place would have what I need....

[Good job, loser.]

Ah... of course.

My name is Skyfire. I've never heard the title 'of the dead' before, if I am to be honest with you.

[BECAUSE THAT SKULL FACE. IT IS A MASK.

RIGHT.]

It runs in the family. We're all from the Land of the Dead. Which is why I'm a skeleton, if you were wondering.

Nice to meet you, Skyfire. That's a cool name.

[She rubs at her throat, but honestly, it's not the worst thing she's ever had to read. At his response, her expression darkens slightly.]

It's no bother. And before giving up hope, maybe you should ask around. Perhaps someone else knows where the things are that you need. I would normally ask around on your behalf, but I don't know anyone here yet myself. Will you be alright?

[It is a bit curious, although Padmé doesn't question it. After all, everyone is different, and he likely has his reasons.]

I've just arrived not that long ago myself, but if you did still require some help, I'm more than happy to help. I'm Padmé.

Ah, I certainly wouldn't give up.

[He'd die without it after all...]

You wouldn't have to, I don't mind asking more people. I'm sure I'll be alright. Do you have a place to go?

You are... actually a skeleton?

... You are actually a skeleton.

[Skyfire might not be like... the galaxies leading scientific authority on humans or anything but he's pretty sure that, like with most vertebrates... skeletons are sort of an internal structure.]

You are a skeleton.

[Give him like a minute.]

How are you a skeleton?

I would not mind more help, of course. I'm afraid that even if I could read the pamphlets, this planet is terribly different from my own.

I have had someone else read it to me, of course, but I have to say, I am curious...

Are we in the poles still?

[THAT'S... THAT'S WHY THERE'S SNOW, RIGHT.

CYBERTRON DOES NOT HAVE SEASONS.]

[ There's a pause as the audio transmission starts, and then - ]

What assistance do you need?

Currently? I would like to know what our location is on the planet.

[ He's not often by the Bay, but now and again he did swing by that direction, just driven by curiosity.

Today he was rewarded.

By a spaceship.

(Shuttle? No. That was clearly a large spaceship. Clearly.)

Takumi couldn't help it - he missed his Interceptor, he missed flying, he missed the freedom of being in his own ship and being able to go anywhere whenever he wanted. He missed the rush and thrill of battle and dodging enemy fire. He missed the skipped heartbeat right before the jump to hyperspeed. He missed it all, fiercely.

So, pardon him, he's just going to run up to the door, peeking in, calling out - ]

Hello? Anyone home?

[And right when he was in the middle of trying to update his navigational systems too.

He can't really jump as a ship, per say, but having a local pop his head past the door was still a touch jarring]

Er, sir?

Can I help you?

I have some free time. Unless of course others have already offered help.

We'll look for it together. This place is very big; I'm sure someone here has it.

Sort of? I've been told we all have rooms when we first get here, I just need to figure out where mine is. I'll be fine once I do.

That is. Perhaps surprisingly difficult to answer.

[ Unless they'd worked out where Genessia City actually was - if the portals connected to places on the same planet - and she wasn't certain if that was true. ]

We are not on the planet you remember last being from, however.

[ Brightens. Someone must be inside somewhere!

So Takumi will just. Come on in. ]

Oh, hello!

Not really - I just saw your ship sitting in the Bay and may I just say that she's a beautiful one if I do say so myself ...

[ He wanders a bit inside, searching for the owner of that voice, beginning to wander in what he hopes is the right direction, towards the fore of the ship: ]

Are you in the cockpit?

[Django keeps his snickering to himself. He listens to the reaction as it unfolds. Finally he answers the question.]

Because my dad is a skeleton. We're undead.

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