Video, filtered way the hell away from awakened beings
[Teresa appears on video, looking more grave than she normally does, but no less commanding. If you've been paying attention you'll know what's troubling her before she even says a word.]
[And if you need a reminder, the feed occasionally shudders.]
Anatole. This is Teresa. ...To be honest, I don't like having to do these speeches, but this is too serious to ignore.
Something is stirring. I hope I don't need to explain it to any of you - you know. Many of you can feel it in the air as well as I do, and most likely you've seen Riful's latest offering on the network. You can feel the tremors even as I say this. I'll put it bluntly - with Isley driven into action, I doubt we'll be as lucky as we were with his last temper tantrum.
[You know. The complete demolishing of the Patrol HQ. Just in case anyone forgot about that.]
The city itself is at risk, as are the lives of everyone in it. I've gathered an alliance of my fellow warriors to prevent its destruction, but now...
[She pauses, her expression almost unreadable - except to those who know her, or can otherwise tell what she's thinking: Last time we were lucky. Next time isn't looking as good.]
Now I'm speaking to you as one of the Scorched. Not as a warrior. I need people to fight. These creatures are strong, legendary on my world. They're not to be underestimated. I need people willing to risk their lives to stop the worst from happening.
If you can't give me that, you'll want to stay out of the way.
[She reaches over to switch off the Forge, but if you listen very closely you can hear her mutter to herself just before she does-]
If we survive this, I'm going to retire.
[And if you need a reminder, the feed occasionally shudders.]
Anatole. This is Teresa. ...To be honest, I don't like having to do these speeches, but this is too serious to ignore.
Something is stirring. I hope I don't need to explain it to any of you - you know. Many of you can feel it in the air as well as I do, and most likely you've seen Riful's latest offering on the network. You can feel the tremors even as I say this. I'll put it bluntly - with Isley driven into action, I doubt we'll be as lucky as we were with his last temper tantrum.
[You know. The complete demolishing of the Patrol HQ. Just in case anyone forgot about that.]
The city itself is at risk, as are the lives of everyone in it. I've gathered an alliance of my fellow warriors to prevent its destruction, but now...
[She pauses, her expression almost unreadable - except to those who know her, or can otherwise tell what she's thinking: Last time we were lucky. Next time isn't looking as good.]
Now I'm speaking to you as one of the Scorched. Not as a warrior. I need people to fight. These creatures are strong, legendary on my world. They're not to be underestimated. I need people willing to risk their lives to stop the worst from happening.
If you can't give me that, you'll want to stay out of the way.
[She reaches over to switch off the Forge, but if you listen very closely you can hear her mutter to herself just before she does-]
If we survive this, I'm going to retire.