KY321B; voice; night 007

[backsassin]

[ It’s the dead of night when the broadcasts start—short, choppy bursts initially, static interspersed with the occasional snatches of a woman’s voice against the low susurrus of waves on sand. It’s several long moments before they resolve into an actual message. ]

—anyone there? Please, anyone—I don’t care who you are, just say something!

[ There’s a clear edge of desperation in her voice and it’s no wonder; Zam had woken up pressed against a sand dune in the pitch black night, her last memory being of her own untimely murder. She’d thought she was buried at first, then in hell—and then she’d noticed the radio clutched in her one remaining hand. Then came the struggle of trying to figure out what it was and how to operate it one-handed in the dark and—suffice to say, she is experiencing a lot of stress at the moment. ]

Does this thing even work? [ More static as Zam starts blindly pressing buttons in the dark. ] —anyone receiving?

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[backsassin]

Even if there had been, I don't think they could've done much. When I say "got shot," I mean with a saberdart full of neurotoxin.

[cactusy]

Yeah. Heard you talking about that with BT6.

[Along with the shapeshifter stuff that she is very pointedly not addressing right now.]

What kind of neurotoxin? Do you know?

[backsassin]

No. [ A sigh. ] Didn't exactly get a chance to ask for the chemical formula. But I'd seen Jango use it before and it was fast. Really fast.

[ Then, under her breath: ] Bastard probably thought he was doing me a favor.

[cactusy]

This is gonna sound crazy, but, uh-- what year are you from?

[backsassin]

Year 13. Why? Are we throwing time travel into the list of possible theories?

[cactusy]

Yeah, I don't know what Year 13 even means, because the fact that you're talking about neurotoxins definitely means you don't mean 13 AD.

[backsassin]

You know... 13 years since the ReSync?

I don't know what "AD" means, so I guess we're even.

not here

[salamanca]

[ What???? ]