01 | Voice | Let me sing you the song of my people

[assumed]

[ It's a risk. It's a trouble. And yet, Alias feels desperate to try. If it's been captured, perhaps James has been too. If it's in space, perhaps more like it will be here. Counsel is needed. ]

[ The network will receive an odd message indeed. It sounds like... singing? No words, just tones, humming slowly, repeating. One voice, soprano, then a second voice, bass, joins. A mournful note. It takes the nanites and communicator a second to translate it. ]

Are you there? Are you there?

I apologize...

I request consultation.

Are you there? Are you there?

[ Even still, the translation sound melodic, overlaying the quiet song. ]


(( OOC: This is the day of the jump. ))