Caterwauling

[force_captain]

[She's going to take this opportunity to see if she can call in a rescue. Not that she's banking on someone from the Horde coming for her. But it was worth a shot. And she'd sweeten the deal for a rescue attempt. She's not an idiot.

And no, she does not care if anyone on the Barge sees her call.]

Calling any and all Horde outposts. This is Force Captain Catra. I have been taken captive aboard an interdimentional space prison, designation unknown. Course unknown, but I can show you the star layout.

[She turns her communicator to the sky and slowly pans to show every bit of the space above the deck that she can see. Full panoramic view.]

If any allied forces see this transmission and can attempt an extraction, your time will not be wasted. There are many powerful items and passengers aboard that would benefit the Horde's endeavors greatly.

Comments

[routemistress]

Oh sweetheart, I'd be 'orribly disappointed if you did. I do 'ope they come and talk to you, though. It's always nice to see folks from 'ome. Even if 'ome's an Evil Horde.

[force_captain]

[She is not your sweetheart, and stop laughing at her. ]

Evil Horde is the name of the faction. It is not a home.

[routemistress]

It's what you call out to in a tight spot; that's close enough. I've met some uite decent evil hordes in me time, come to that. The Naxians, now, they sorted themselves out pretty well in the finish. Just needed a bit of lateral thinking. I shall watch and see if yours show up.

[force_captain]

Clearly you have no concept of what "evil" really means. I'm contacting them because they have the means to do something, and I'm appealing to their amibition to give them a motive for it. They won't come because I'm one of their own. They'll come because there's something of true value here.

[And if she does it right, she can manipulate the situation to take all the credit for the capture of this uninspiring, yet powerful vessel.]

[routemistress]

Oh, love, I really wish that were true.

...There anyone out there that actually likes you?

[force_captain]

[No. There isn't.]

Being well liked isn't something I aspire to.

[Because it did her no good the last time she tried it. Screw people. People suck.]

[routemistress]

You sound like my Victor. I suspect you'd get on 'orribly well. Fortunately 'e's a small dog just at the moment, so 'is troublemaking's a little more limited than usual.

I won't try and change your mind, love. I wish you luck.

[force_captain]

[Who's this Victor? She's not going to ask, of course. That would insinuate interest. Interest that she totally has.]

I don't need luck.

[Actually, she does. She needs luck enough to probably not make contact. The Horde is pretty awful, Iris.]

[routemistress]

That's just what Vic would say and all. I 'ope it swings your way anyway, love.

[force_captain]

We'll see if you still do if they come.