-ot lucky today. Can't believe it...

[ Pretendy funtimes now! Veetor's recording a view of some sort of store front, right up against the glass display case. That is an assortment of alien food you are viewing, not exotic food I randomly pulled off Google. Veetor sounds exceptionally chipper as he records. ] Okay. Hello. Are there any other ( Read more... )

( [Private Video to York. Veetor did the encryption, so you know it's boss.] )

[Either the women(?) pacing back and forth are defying gravity and walking on the wall, or the video recording them is stuck sideways. There's at least two of them in the room, heels clacking, rusted steel pipes being dragged in tow.

...Make that three, but the last one isn't moving. The corpse of someone, much closer in range, is the only thing ( Read more... )

[Some mumbling to himself as he makes a few audio adjustments, then...] Broad- [clears his throat] broadcasting. All channels. Okay.

[He's speaking louder now, but still sounds pretty uneasy.]

This is Veetor'Nara nar Rayya. Requesting contact with the Rayya. Or any ship from the Migrant Fleet.

[That sense of unease only seems to get worse as the ( Read more... )