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[Static, and then a fumbling sound accompanied by an image of the gray fabric of a jacket flashing across the screen as the forge is turned over in her hands. She catches sight of the screen and looks down into it with a skeptical expression. Her hair is down, she looks pale and there is a splatter of blood on the left side of her face as well as on her jacket. The sharpest eyes might notice the thin wound at her throat and the blood soaked into the black fabric of her shirt.]
[mumbling to herself]A communication device?
[She turns it over in her hands again, not yet grasping the fact that the device is transmitting an image of spinning floor and ceiling as she examines it. Her face shows up on the screen again, one eyebrow cocked. She sighs slightly in resignation and decides to give it a try. Her eyes are not looking into the screen but above it, past it, almost as if she does not even realize it is there.]
To anyone who may be listening, this is First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye of the Amestrian military. [she pauses] A moment ago I was in the underground of Central City, but now I seem to have been . . . transported here without my consent. Any information on my current location would be greatly appreciated. I would also be grateful for any information on the whereabouts of my companions. There are three of them, all humanoid, but they bear some of the physical traits of animals. More specifically, the traits of a gorilla, a boar, and an amphibian. It is imperative that I find them. Thank you.
[the screen spins away from her face again and her hand fumbles across it. After a moment, there is only static and then the transmission ends.]
[mumbling to herself]A communication device?
[She turns it over in her hands again, not yet grasping the fact that the device is transmitting an image of spinning floor and ceiling as she examines it. Her face shows up on the screen again, one eyebrow cocked. She sighs slightly in resignation and decides to give it a try. Her eyes are not looking into the screen but above it, past it, almost as if she does not even realize it is there.]
To anyone who may be listening, this is First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye of the Amestrian military. [she pauses] A moment ago I was in the underground of Central City, but now I seem to have been . . . transported here without my consent. Any information on my current location would be greatly appreciated. I would also be grateful for any information on the whereabouts of my companions. There are three of them, all humanoid, but they bear some of the physical traits of animals. More specifically, the traits of a gorilla, a boar, and an amphibian. It is imperative that I find them. Thank you.
[the screen spins away from her face again and her hand fumbles across it. After a moment, there is only static and then the transmission ends.]