Everybody. Shit got real. Standing orders are get people to safety. Safe zones been marked. Grab what you can from the Precinct, looks like the bitch is sending some of her metal buddies this way. Any questions, page me or Dick.

Listen up, especially all you new arrivals. I'm Dean Winchester, one of the co heads of Security. The other guy's Dick Grayson. You want to patrol, deal with screw ups in the brig, and keep this ship from going to hell? Come talk to us. If you're a little kid, like under 16, sorry, hit us up in a few years all right? There's other places you can ( Read more... )

Sam! Sammy, put down the books, and pull your head out of your ass. Cas's awake again. Meet us in Obs.

[Using speech to text since harried at the moment]Hey! Keep it down over there ( Read more... )

Somebody remind me again why the hell this soul dropping bullcrap is a bad thing? Also crew seems lighter than usual, and security office's quiet, GLADOS pulled more than usual for her fun and games?

Anybody seen a set of mix tapes of awesome rock music? For those not of 20th-21st century Earth, they're these cassettes that use plastic ribbon material to record music on two contained reels. Last seen around the sweet 1967 Chevy Impala in the Hangar ( Read more... )

Mei-Xing, Dean Winchester, Dustin Silver, Hecatonchires, Ronon Dex, Tenaya.

Lest you forget, you've each made a deal with me. Rendezvous at the Vault- it's time we tried actually organizing ourselves, now that the quarantine is lifted.

Dammit Sammy, where the hell are you?

Ok, somebody mind telling me why the city's deserted? Where the hell is everybody?

Captain, I found Sam. He's got control from the Yeerk, repeat, Sam's in control. Iniss is also here with us in W+P. What's the latest orders for dealing with Shiva?