[Filter to Government employees and Victor]

[Omega looks shocked and saddened and there's blood.] Good sirs. Miss Parker is dead.

Shot through the back. She must have tried to flee. [Shakes his head. Shouldn't even do that to a man.]

She was a fine woman.

[Private to Ray]

[He opens his mouth to say something. But just succeeds on being sad.]

[Warden Filter]

If you or your inmate have something against Elric kindly not use random strangers to prod into killing him? I'm obviously speaking to those with psychic abilities. I am not a damned motel for passing minds and I'm certainly not one inclined to kill people I've never spoken to before at the whim of weak suggestive force!

Isn't it ( Read more... )

[Omega, having put the kettle on in his room, moved to open his door when he sensed Narvin's approach.]

[Spam for Rassilon]

[Even as Adam disappears, Omega starts to stir. He sits up, frowning.]

[Later, Private to Braxiatel.]

Can you tell me what happened since I last spoke to you? To the best of your ability, of course.

[Friends filter]

Are you all right?

[He'll find out himself.]

[Peylix is sitting with his back straight and is smiling (though it's probably more sheepish than he would have liked, but this is baby's first public broadcast. His wandering about the ship has helped him pick up English.] Hello. I'm Peylix ( Read more... )

[Private to the Admiral]I'd like a room. Somewhere away from from the well-trafficked areas. Built like a zero room, where a sense of peace can be achieved, but with a raised platform on one end and pews with knee rests. Keys for this room to be made for myself and Sergeant Neil Howie ( Read more... )

Yes, I'm paranoid as a rule, but do you recall that slight panic I had before the flood? I'm afraid my suspicions may in fact be warranted.

[Omega finally managed to shoo away the Doctor and pulled up his line to examine his findings. A goal as mundane as dealing with floods didn't really interest him as much as exploring the dimensions that didn't overflow the ship. Perhaps there was a slight truth to Arthas' paranoid supposition that they were affected now, rather than during these

[Private to Rassilon]

[Omega's sitting back on an office, chair, the collar of his shirt unbuttoned, a drink in his hand. He's not looking at the camera, though he glances up at it before he speaks.] We shall have to decide what dialect we are speaking because I was unaware 'making friends with Narvin' was the same as 'make him your lackey'. You've ( Read more... )

[Private/text to Narvin/Rassilon]
It's done.

[Private Video to Braxiatel]

[Omega looks a bit tired but not that much out of sorts. He's all business.] Sorry for the delay but I have your file now. We should meet.