[He doesn't really mind being addressed properly with his rank and all, but, well, he's gonna drop out of his tree perch the night after the trial to wander over to C-3PO.]
You, automaton. Remind me, I did tell you I wasn't in charge here, yes? [He wants to clear this up.]
[Spooked! The whole day has Threepio's nerves more frayed than usual. Maybe literally in his case??]
Oh, Superior Private Ogata! [He straightens up, not quite 'standing at attention' but, you know...]
Yes, sir, you were indeed clear there was no formal leadership structure to this camp or the island overall. However, in my experience there are ways in which leaders naturally emerge in abnormal situations.
[Well when you put it like that... He can't really say yes, can he.]
It's not a matter of someone else being better suited. It's a matter of I don't want to be in charge of them. [You can still call him sir though, that's fine.]
That sounds like quite a lonely duty, sir. It's kind of you to look after the camp, then.
[He eyes the rifle for a moment]
You must be quite skilled to operate such a primitive weapon for long distances. Is it one of those "slug-throwers"? A rarity these days, if so. Of course, I'm no expert in such things.
[He just huffs, but doesn't argue about being kind, only because he doesn't think C-3PO would listen. That said.]
I don't know about the strange world you come from, but where I'm from, this is the newest model Arisaka rifle. If you're asking if it shoots bullets, then yes. [it's a perfectly good gun, RUDE.]
I see, sir. My apologies. It's a very fine rifle. [He's...sincere?? as far as you can tell, which is probably more frustrating]
Slug-throwers like your Arisaka are still used in parts of the galaxy, and do have certain advantages over blasters, from what I understand. I prefer to serve in more diplomatic engagements, but I'm afraid some of my companions found themselves in combat far more often than I would like so there was plenty of talk about such things.
Have you been serving for a long time, sir?
[He looks youngish for a human to Threepio, but then again, the Clone Wars were mainly fought by magic space teenagers so...]
[It IS a very fine rifle as far as Ogata's concerned so he can't be frustrated.
Part of him wants to ask what the hell C-3PO means by the galaxy. Space???? Space travel???? What???? He can't even BEGIN to come to grips with that so he is just choosing not to engage with it. What the fuck else are people using if they aren't using guns??? What the FUCK is a blaster. This is the worst part about talking to C-3PO for him.]
I don't know what you'd consider a long time, but I served for about nine years. [Past tense. He wonders if the robot will catch it.]
[Well, you know what, he can't be surprised to see the robot continues to be a creature of habit.
Still, he can't fathom the logic of continuing to watch over and protect the people who very well might've voted to have him killed. What's the sense in that. Have some self-respect.
So when he slips through the night silently until he's standing before the robot, he just raises his eyebrows, looking skeptical. Try to focus on his face where there's only a little bit of blood, rather than the rest of him where there is Just So Much.]
[Threepio is initially surprised by his approach, then by seeing who it is, then by seeing the blood. Outwardly, this looks like him sort of rapidly moving his head and then blinking.]
Superior Private Ogata! I had heard you were killed! Where are you broadcasting from? You need medical attention!
[Of course this would happen. Ogata scowls, and gestures to his litany of fatal bear wounds. He is dead. No medical attention in the world could fix this. Please calm down.]
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Saturday night, post trial
You, automaton. Remind me, I did tell you I wasn't in charge here, yes?
[He wants to clear this up.]
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Oh, Superior Private Ogata! [He straightens up, not quite 'standing at attention' but, you know...]
Yes, sir, you were indeed clear there was no formal leadership structure to this camp or the island overall. However, in my experience there are ways in which leaders naturally emerge in abnormal situations.
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... Certainly you aren't bringing that up to suggest I'm that sort of person, though.
[If he is, then clearly Ogata has made some sort of error.]
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I am suggesting exactly that, sir. Unless you feel there is someone else better suited?
[He turns to look at the tents containing mostly teenagers + Yin Yu]
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It's not a matter of someone else being better suited. It's a matter of I don't want to be in charge of them.
[You can still call him sir though, that's fine.]
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Might your reluctance be because of the nature of our situation?
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[He feels like this should be obvious!!]
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[He eyes the rifle for a moment]
You must be quite skilled to operate such a primitive weapon for long distances. Is it one of those "slug-throwers"? A rarity these days, if so. Of course, I'm no expert in such things.
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I don't know about the strange world you come from, but where I'm from, this is the newest model Arisaka rifle. If you're asking if it shoots bullets, then yes.
[it's a perfectly good gun, RUDE.]
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Slug-throwers like your Arisaka are still used in parts of the galaxy, and do have certain advantages over blasters, from what I understand. I prefer to serve in more diplomatic engagements, but I'm afraid some of my companions found themselves in combat far more often than I would like so there was plenty of talk about such things.
Have you been serving for a long time, sir?
[He looks youngish for a human to Threepio, but then again, the Clone Wars were mainly fought by magic space teenagers so...]
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Part of him wants to ask what the hell C-3PO means by the galaxy. Space???? Space travel???? What???? He can't even BEGIN to come to grips with that so he is just choosing not to engage with it. What the fuck else are people using if they aren't using guns??? What the FUCK is a blaster. This is the worst part about talking to C-3PO for him.]
I don't know what you'd consider a long time, but I served for about nine years.
[Past tense. He wonders if the robot will catch it.]
w2, saturday night, post trial
Still, he can't fathom the logic of continuing to watch over and protect the people who very well might've voted to have him killed. What's the sense in that. Have some self-respect.
So when he slips through the night silently until he's standing before the robot, he just raises his eyebrows, looking skeptical. Try to focus on his face where there's only a little bit of blood, rather than the rest of him where there is Just So Much.]
what is this "self-respect"??
Superior Private Ogata! I had heard you were killed! Where are you broadcasting from? You need medical attention!
C-3PO is the dumbest smart person on this island
high INT zero WIS
[He goes to wave an arm through it]
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So he just opts to sit down next to the robot. Why not.]