Aug 09, 2011 21:19
[White noise. Blur. Static. Something like voices. More static. Yelling, but inaudible. The screen focuses briefly, but flickers to darkness and again voices through a black screen.]
We ain't gonna make it!
We've gotta try!
[static]
--if he--[static]--dead yet, so help me--[static]--[Mandarin]--ain't gonna make it--[static]
[Screen clears. Kaylee looks afraid, yelling at the beautiful first mate. She looks like she's been crying. Someone's flying the shuttle behind them.]
We're wasting oxygen. [Another yell, this time it was off screen. A man. Kaylee shakes her head, glances in the direction of the computer, terrified. This was it. The screen goes black.]
[[OOC: you may reply, she'll get the messages later, but she won't reply now.]]
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