[Chiana was used to weird. Chiana was even rather (sadly) accustomed to waking up in strange places, without recalling just how it was she'd ended up there.
She was not used to waking up in places with tech that was old enough to have belonged to the first comers. However, if there was one thing the Nebari did know, it was how to use that tech to her advantage. She'd hidden from Moya when she'd first arrived on the space going Leviathan. The sensors and crew had been at her mercy as she navigated the systems both mechanically and physically, using every ounce of her street and learned smarts to keep from being located. She used those smarts now, and the conveniently provided computer tablet, to learn about the place she'd woken up.
There were others here, taken without warning or explanation... She read what she could about each of them; their exchanges with one another. She searched for familiar names or faces, finding none she knew with a growing sense of dread and sickness low in her belly.
She was alone here.
She keeps herself from panicking by reading through everything she can, learning about the place she's been brought. She'd heard Crichton mention hotels before, but in space there wasn't anything like this place. Certainly, there were places like hotels, but this was something like Crichton's Earth and not her own Nebari Prime.
She'd noticed the bag with her name on it, the script carefully labeled in an unfamiliar hand, but she chose to ignore it for the time being. She unfolded from her bed, hand falling to the empty pulse pistol hostler at her hip. From there her hand rose to the metal collar still secured around her neck, lip curling in a mixture of panic and anger.]
Fekkik. [The curse was soft in her lilting tone and as she dropped her hand from the collar, she turned her black gaze to the door of her room. Her stride was loose at the knee, but there was no question that she moved very much like a caged predator. She opened the door and slipped out into the hall, tablet secured in one of her pockets. Knowing it's rather pointless, she tries her wrist communicator all the same.]
Crichton...? D'Argo... Zhaan? Aeryn..? Pilot?? Does anyone copy?
Chiana // Farscape (Reserved) - OTA
She was not used to waking up in places with tech that was old enough to have belonged to the first comers. However, if there was one thing the Nebari did know, it was how to use that tech to her advantage. She'd hidden from Moya when she'd first arrived on the space going Leviathan. The sensors and crew had been at her mercy as she navigated the systems both mechanically and physically, using every ounce of her street and learned smarts to keep from being located. She used those smarts now, and the conveniently provided computer tablet, to learn about the place she'd woken up.
There were others here, taken without warning or explanation... She read what she could about each of them; their exchanges with one another. She searched for familiar names or faces, finding none she knew with a growing sense of dread and sickness low in her belly.
She was alone here.
She keeps herself from panicking by reading through everything she can, learning about the place she's been brought. She'd heard Crichton mention hotels before, but in space there wasn't anything like this place. Certainly, there were places like hotels, but this was something like Crichton's Earth and not her own Nebari Prime.
She'd noticed the bag with her name on it, the script carefully labeled in an unfamiliar hand, but she chose to ignore it for the time being. She unfolded from her bed, hand falling to the empty pulse pistol hostler at her hip. From there her hand rose to the metal collar still secured around her neck, lip curling in a mixture of panic and anger.]
Fekkik. [The curse was soft in her lilting tone and as she dropped her hand from the collar, she turned her black gaze to the door of her room. Her stride was loose at the knee, but there was no question that she moved very much like a caged predator. She opened the door and slipped out into the hall, tablet secured in one of her pockets. Knowing it's rather pointless, she tries her wrist communicator all the same.]
Crichton...? D'Argo... Zhaan? Aeryn..? Pilot?? Does anyone copy?