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[babylieutenant]

[ Hello, the Rig. There's a young woman with the most shockingly lilac colored eyes ever to be seen peering into the camera on her communication device. She looks awkward and a little uncomfortable in the issue jumpsuit. She smiles, though. It's a very bright, winning smile, too. ]

Er, hello honoreds. My name is Lieutenant Tisarwat, of the Radch.

I'm not sure how i came to be here, but now that I am I'll be doing my best to fit in and pitch in where I can, and I hope that we'll be able to work together in the future!

[ For all her discomfort she manages to come across pretty genuine. ]

I do have a small request, however. Does anyone know where I can get some...

[ AHEM. ]

Some gloves?

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[just_rogue]

[ Well that got her attention. She flipped on her own com to respond. ]

Hey, welcome ta the Rig.

Might have a spare pair lyin' round ta get ya by fer now. But if ya new special equipment fer safety an such them Jorgmund folks oughta be providin' it. If they don't you jus' let me know.

[ And she'd have words if she needed to. ]

Want me ta drop a pair off for ya?

[ She waved with her yellow gloves from home showing she had coverage to keep things safe if need be. ]

[babylieutenant]

Well, they're not really for safety so much as modesty.

[ But gloves! Yes! ]

If you would be so kind, I'd be very appreciative, Honored.

[just_rogue]

[ That was a hell of a stretch for modesty, but who was she to judge? ]

Awright, Ah'm over by the garden right now, where ya at? Won't take but a couple minutes ta swing by my cabin an grab a spare pair for ya and then Ah can head over.

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[breq]

[ The Radch. That brings up memories and grabs her attention. So does the rank and the name and the eyes. Why does Jorgmund feel the need to drag a baby lieutenant into all of this? They can't think she'll be that much use. ]

Welcome to the Rig, Lieutenant. I'm afraid the people here don't follow Radchaai norms. You'll have to adjust - although I think they'll give you a pair of gloves if you ask.

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[babylieutenant]

[ Tisarwat's voice is flooded with relief, almost overriding entirely the shock and uncertainty that Breq being here bring. ]

Fleet Captain! They got you too, sir?

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[breq]

[ There's a pause. A flicker of surprise behind her eyes. ]

Fleet Captain? I think you have me mistaken for someone else.

[fuckcable]

[ Ric was going to suggest asking Rogue, but Rogue beat him to it.

Rather than just ignoring at this point, he decides to say hi. ]

Hey. I think you can save the “honoured”‘s. We’re all New Hires.

[babylieutenant]

Well, I have to call you something. And since you're not Radchaai, I can't very well call you 'Citizens' can I?

[fuckcable]

Everyone’s a citizen of someplace, but you can call me Ric.

So, you’re a Radchaai.

[ Yeah, he has no idea what this is. ]

[credit_not_blame]

I'll take your "honored"'s if you don't want them!

[fuckcable]

There, all honor and glory to Stacia.

[credit_not_blame]

Hi there! I'm Stacia. I see you've already found our other Glove Person.

How would you like us to address you?

[babylieutenant]

Tisarwat or Lieutenant Tisarwat are both perfectly acceptable, I suppose. It's not as if anyone here is a Radchaai or in the Radchaai military.

[credit_not_blame]

I'll go with Lieutenant Tisarwat, so we've both got titles! Otherwise it'd feel weirdly unequal.

Is it rude for me to ask about why gloves are important? You're not going to feel like the rest of us are scandalously dressed without them, are you?

[greyerrant]

[ A deep voice rumbles as he responds to her question with a question, his own clothing simply a barely-fitting set of overalls with no arms at all, his gene-bulked muscle awkwardly pressing out of it. No gloves on him either. ]
Ah. From your speech I think you have a companion here. Are you... a machine as well? [ Loken mistakenly thinks they're all ships. ]

[babylieutenant]

A... A machine, Honored?

[greyerrant]

THe other that speaks as you do. Some kind of ship.

[ He sounds a bit disgusted by the idea. ]

[drladysounds]

'Honored', how formal!

[She really should dissuade from addressing everyone else like that when they're coworkers, but she certainly doesn't. Other people will, anyway. Shelley's squeaky voice greets through the device:]

Welcome, Lieutenant Tisarwat. I hope you can find your footing around here in no time -- it can be quite tough to adapt to this rig and its...quirks.

[Quirks she's not too aware of yet, given she's still pretty new as well, but after the whole exploring memories part sure proved this world and Stuff aren't going to be forgiving just because you're new]

[babylieutenant]

I'm certain I'll manage, Honored. Thank you for the welcome. Though I hope it's not rude to say I wish I was elsewhere...

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[wherenoonegoes]

Hiccup's fine, although if you're the type who insists on being formal I'll accept a Chief appended to the beginning of that. I don't actually care that much either way.

The dragon behind me is named Toothless.

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[babylieutenant]

Oh, a dragon? Is that some kind of local fauna? He's got very big eyes!

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[takenalive]

[alloran no]

So. How many slaves have you harvested for the Radch?

[babylieutenant]

[ A moment while Tisarwat reads the message. Then, a shocked gasp. ]

Slaves! I've never harvested any slaves! What do you know about the Radch, anyway?

[kingofneworleans]

Bonjour, Lieutenant. 'Fraid I can't say much 'bout de Radch, as I ain't much heard 'bout it.

See dat ma chérie Rogue has already dealt wit' de glove situation. If you need any more, though, gimme a shout an' I'll see what I can dig up.

[babylieutenant]

How charming! Yes, thank you. Honored Rogue has been quite helpful. I'm hoping to get something of a bit finer make eventually--the cloth on these is quite heavy--but I do appreciate the kindness she's shown me.