thisavrou | video; may 31

[The message is posted to the network late in the ship’s night cycle, when most of the ship is already asleep. The video feed shows Zam in their male form, face shadowed as if in the dark. His voice is uncharacteristically weary, though the anger beneath it is hard to miss.]

Aren’t you getting tired of this little game? I know you’re here. And you know who I am. [Zam’s face changes fluidly as they speak, changing between several forms before settling once again. It hasn’t mattered which face they’ve taken over the past few days. Jango always seems to find them.]

There’s no point in wasting any more time. You want to kill me, then do it. [Zam doesn’t sound afraid. Just spiteful.] It’ll be just you and me. No Jedi. No Tex. And we’ll see which one of us walks away.

Everyone else, don’t get in the way. This doesn’t involve any of you. Just stay in your rooms and… [Eyes dart towards something offscreen. Zam stares, shakes his head, and mutters the next words.] This will be over soon enough.

[The camera drops and then cuts out, but not before catching a glimpse of what seems to be a transporter in the background...]

{OOC: Flight deck log is here.}

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May I ask what on earth it is you're planning to do?

[ The look on Zam's face is one that doesn't sit well with Harry. And while he's been careful not to reveal anything about himself he's still moving toward the flight deck just in case this requires some sort of intervention. ]

This is that guy you mentioned before?

Ah.....

You sure you don't want someone there or something? What is going on?

[Niko can wait, but he won’t receive any reply to his message.]

[Harry won’t get any response to his question. Zam has bigger things to worry about than the chime of his MID.]

[ A bit later... ]

Zam?

[ Concern is written all over his face, even if he's not sure why. He thinks it has something to do with this very... uncharacteristic behavior. It feels uncharacteristic, at least. And while they're not on great terms, he thinks he can at least tell when something isn't quite right. ]

What's going on? What's happened?

[He only gets one word in response and it’s in text.]

Alive.

[ A text in response speaks more than the single word itself. ]

Where are you? Do you need someone?

Vents.

[There’s a few seconds delay before the next message comes in.]

I don’t know.

I can come to you. Do you nee medical attention?

No. [To both of those things. The fight with Rinzler had been harrowing, but none of the injuries he’d sustained are serious. And he doesn’t need a Jedi dragging him out of the vents.

But since Obi-Wan is offering to help...]

Jedi can sense people, can’t they? [Forgive the non-sequitur, Obi-wan, he’s operating on like three hours of unconsciousness over the past four days.]

Yes, to a certain degree. Why?

And you said that you chased Jango before he died? So you’d be able to recognize his presence? [It isn’t exactly difficult to guess what their request is going to be.]

I believe I would be able to identify him, yes. I was able to identify you, wasn't I?

Ok. Good.

Can you go to Moro 003?

I'll go there now. And if I find something?

Kill him again?

[Zam clearly has a very set idea about what that “something” would be.]

[ Well... it's not the answer he was expecting. And really, he hasn't killed the guy in the first place, but as long as he doesn't make any promises...

There's no answer for several minutes until Obi-Wan is finally satisfied her can give the right response. ]

All clear.

Have you seen him here?

[Zam feels some relief, but not as much as he was expecting. It’s like after Rinzler had knocked him out, something had pushed him away from being certain of Jango’s presence, to unsure, to doubtful.]

I did but

I don’t know

None of this makes any sense

I'll say. Are you certain you were in your right mind?

[Zam really wants to bite back with some sarcastic one-liner, but the truth is… he had seen someone who wasn’t there. And he had believed so strongly that it was real that he’d almost killed someone for it. He sighs and types two letters.]

No

[ Well, at least they're both on the same page and there's no lies passing between them. That feels... positive. Strangely uplifting considering the state of their relationship not all that long ago. ]

Now may I come help you?

Help me how? I already told you I don't need medical attention.

If you insist, but last I knew, vents weren't exactly easily accessible. Wiggle out on your own if that's what you want to do.

Edited (icon) 2016-07-07 05:01 (UTC)

[Maybe they’re not easily accessible for most people, but it’s certainly easier for a shapeshifter than beings with more static forms. But come to think of it, it isn’t exactly the accessibility of the vents that could prove the biggest problem...]

Can you sense where I am relative to you?

[ Obi-Wan feels his good intentions becoming very slim in substance and he sighs to himself before responding. ]

I'm certain I could, yes. Are you so lost that you can't just tell me?

[Zam has never been great at being the recipient of anyone’s compassion or good intentions.] I’m sorry, I missed the clearly marked signs in these pitch-black vents I was dragged through while unconscious.

So, what do you propose? I ping you until I get a location and then direct you out? I'm afraid the Force doesn't quite work that way.

[Obi-wan can’t hear the noise of frustration Zam makes, but he makes it anyway.]

If you can’t help, I’m going back to sleep and figuring this out later. [Zam is 100% serious, too. He has not slept in almost a week and this conversation is already draining enough without the prospect of crawling randomly through the vents until he finds his way out.]

[ Siiiiiigh. ]

No, no. I'll be along to find you. Just don't move — I'd rather not chase a moving target.

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