SS572S | VOICE | D009

[2199]

[American, vaguely East Coast, female, an adult voice with a harsh cadence; she speaks in the dull tone of someone accustomed to terse military communication.]

This is Sierra-Sierra-Five-Seven-Two-Sierra, requesting Libra. I say again: Sierra-Sierra-Five-Seven-Two-Sierra, requesting Libra. Requesting November-Sierra-Charlie. Requesting... Requesting unknown station.

Possible India-Foxtrot-Tango bleed. Proceed with caution. Do not interact with any nonhuman organic life. I say again: do not interact with any nonhuman organic life, under any circumstance. This priority overrides all other orders. Authentication: Deep Waters.

Report... Report. [A long sigh. Something like fatigue creeps in, but it's quickly banished.] Reporting buildings on the horizon. Will attempt reconnaissance.

Please hail if assist is needed. Location unknown, but... well, if I can hear you on this thing, I should be able to get to you.

Sierra-Sierra-Five-Seven-Two-Sierra, over.

Comments

[meadqueen]

Don't worry, neither am I.

[She immediately assigned this woman 'airplane person' when she started speaking the secret language they all seem to know, and she's decided the conversation about whether it's possible that she's from the ninth century or not can happen later]

If you're physically fit, you can always help me carry things instead. We aren't asking anything of anyone right now.

[2199]

I... [She is physically fit, but carrying loads isn't her strong suit. Giving up, however, isn't an option.] What do you need?

[meadqueen]

It's not a transaction. If you find us, we can talk about it.

[2199]

I'll remember that, Victor-Lima. Thank you for your generosity.

[meadqueen]

Of course. Hail me if you find the tower, and we can send someone down to lead you to the camp.