[AUDIO] 008 [s c r e a m]
[The comm clicks on during the reverberation of a heavy pound, as though it was just slammed down against something, and with a flare of feedback. There is, once again, an electrical buzzing in the background, interspersed rarely with the snap and pop of sparks. It's fainter than last time, though. Weaker.
There's also heavy breathing, gasping and wheezing, even ragged coughing after a moment--and this goes on for several moments. If Moth could sound any more frantic, any more pained, he definitely would.
In the background, a familiar masculine voice is shouting. If one strained their ears and blasted the volume on their comm, they might be able to discern...numbers? Crap. Everyone should know what that means by now--and that voice most certainly belongs to the "great man" the crew is always praising.
The electric background noise flares, then fizzles out altogether. Now all that can be heard is breathing, coughing, maybe some whimpering--is that a woman's voice?--in the distance.
Another several seconds pass, then the transmission ends with a click.]
There's also heavy breathing, gasping and wheezing, even ragged coughing after a moment--and this goes on for several moments. If Moth could sound any more frantic, any more pained, he definitely would.
In the background, a familiar masculine voice is shouting. If one strained their ears and blasted the volume on their comm, they might be able to discern...numbers? Crap. Everyone should know what that means by now--and that voice most certainly belongs to the "great man" the crew is always praising.
The electric background noise flares, then fizzles out altogether. Now all that can be heard is breathing, coughing, maybe some whimpering--is that a woman's voice?--in the distance.
Another several seconds pass, then the transmission ends with a click.]