She's here. They say she never left, that she's been staring sightlessly for two months now. That the scientists came down and opened her head up, did something and she hasn't moved since.

But she's holding the communicator, she says.

Its not a communicator, the riotbot says (oh god why can't she remember his name; she knows hers and she knows she ( Read more... )

[A small shuffle can be heard. There is the sound of footsteps, possibly circling the cabin. This continues for a minute, before there is the distinct noise of the communicator being picked up. A low female voice comes over the speaker.]

I want to know who you are, that you could take me off the Abraxas and bring me here.

[There is a pause, then a ( Read more... )

[The comm comes on, but there's no immediate voice. If you listen closely, you'll hear the sound of the Deck 11 fire nearby. After a moment of this, Rfena speaks.]

When you know what you're seeing isn't what's really there, does it really matter what you do? Or does anything you do even have a point?

Shockwave, Mikaela... Kevas, Shilo, Ironhide. I ( Read more... )

Okay, I think I have this device thing figured out now.

So - if anyone else is on this sea ship, I'm going to be on -

*there is a small pause, and the sound of brief button presses as Rfena calls up the maps*- its called deck eleven, I think. The one that's on fire ( Read more... )

*There is a sharp breath as the communicator clicks on*

I still haven't been told where I am, so I went outside to check.

It looks like a ship - an old sea ship. It looks real enough.

*Another frustrated sigh. she is clearly not sure about what to do*

Its also on fire. I walked down the corridor and  - yeah. Figured at least in here I'm a little bit ( Read more... )