Quick question for you, Major.

[The post is not locked, because clearly, he doesn't anticipate the conversation being sensitive enough to warrant information security.

Also, he intends on making a point for anyone who might be paying undue attention to him, and Precursors know if any of them can hack, even if he doesn't use Frenzy's codec.]

Well.

I never thought I would actually miss Beta Squad.

Well well well. The next time that Sheik boy comes nosing around, I suppose someone ought to tell him he's rather bad at his job.

As for the rest of you...

I do recommend that, should you place a desperate call for help whilst something soul-crushingly terrifying is about to presumably end your life, you list your bloody LOCATION while you're ( Read more... )

[Rattle rattle.]

Hm. Porthole's loose.

...

Lily. Question for you.

Did you mean to kill him?

The skelecats say hi.

Next time there's a litter, I want one.

[70% Lock to Torn]

[There's a distinct pause, as though Erol is steeling himself for something unpleasant]

Reporting in.

Sir.

Hn. So there are no spare Yellow Eco rounds, but extra weapons and ammunition on 07, for those who haven't figured it out. They're certainly NOT the caliber I'm used to, but they'll do.

[A ReDead screeches, terminated abruptly by gunfire. The bullet report is noticeably different from the type heard earlier from his comm. But then -

Click. ( Read more... )

[There's a harsh KA-CHACK of a gun cartridge being set into place, followed by a deep, slow chuckle.]

NOW we're talking.

All of you who don't enjoy bleeding, stay the hell out of my way.

[Locked to Kage]

Kage. Backup on 08... Even needs you.

Girl's dead. Hurry.

[EDIT: Locked to Christine]

Woman, you'd better be in your room.

Mar damn, it's good to have two hands again. I'm heading to the gym, if anyone wants to spar - or, hell, try to beat the shit out of me, Precursors know there's enough of you who want to - I'll be there. Don't waste my time, if you show up, you'd better be good ( Read more... )

You know, if I had some firepower and a small squad of men I could take care of whatever the fuck's on board. Methodical sweep from one deck to the next. Wouldn't be hard.

Ghosts. Don't be absurd. Merely because something is good at camouflage does not mean it must be fucking paranormal. You idiots must never have met a Manta or a Gecko.