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[imahologram]

[Soon after the mail shows up, Leia flicks on the video feed on the MID. Her holster is already in use, but there are several vacuum-sealed packets of ruica and three packets of ruica seeds next to her. Ruica's basically spinach, and Leia has Complicated Feelings about it. But never mind that. She's looking directly into the feed, wearing a pleasant, Not At All Complicated expression on her face. Princesses talking to groups know how to look mild while doing so.]

Greetings. If we haven't met before, it's a pleasure to speak with you.

I was brought to the Moira recently, and I'm still learning the ship's norms, so I hope you'll forgive the questions. Does the Moira have any facilities or previously agreed-upon standards for trading packages from home? I'm sure some of us have received items we don't need, or don't need in the quantity we received.

Thank you for any help you can provide on the matter.

Comments

[kidjoy]

But how? The one at home just looks like a real big star. Can people live on stars?

[She feels like Jet Star would have taught her about it if they could; if he knew.]

Yeah? Then what's some that you know? Those are all I've ever heard at home.

[imahologram]

Oh, no--stars are too hot to live on. But your moon probably wasn't.

[Probably. It's hard to tell when she has so little information to go on.]

Well, besides Basic, there's Mando'a, Shyriiwook, Sullustese, Huttese... [She wrinkles her nose.] My brother can help you with that one, but I wouldn't recommend it.

[kidjoy]

We don't got space ships though, so ain't no body ever gonna know.

[She doesn't know enough of her own history to know such things had once existed on her Earth. To her, the sky was an impossible limit.]

Ya got a brother? Like a brother-brother or someone ya got blood with?

[imahologram]

In the future, you might.

[The girl's world sounds far from ideal for such things, but the possibility will always be there as long as people are.]

A brother-brother. [Said with a little grin.] He's my twin. Have you met anybody named Luke Skywalker?

[kidjoy]

Twin? [She racks her brain, trying to think if she'd ever met such a thing.] Nope. He's got a good name though. Sounds like something.

[imahologram]

Something is right. He's a pilot--and a Jedi. [That's probably not going to mean much to the girl, though.] If you meet him, ask him about it.

[Now she doesn't have to explain. Nailed it.]

[kidjoy]

Okay. [That sounds a lot like one of the boys telling her to wait on her questions for the next time they see Cherri or when Jet’s awake; she knows the gentle ways to nudge her away from an explanation] Hope he likes talkin’.