captains log | 011 | voice

[goldshirt]

[he knows he can't stop anyone from going, which is fifty percent of the reason he makes this a public broadcast instead of filtered. his transmissions starts with a file transfer. it comes with a photo pulled of the subnetwork, and detailing how to get to the start of the maze, located next to the Oxygen Garden. he'd rather people be informed than go wandering about, after all.]

{file transfer::// START.jpg}

Alright people, whatever we've caught is lethal. We need people in fit condition [or as close to it] to be assisting in the search. Anyone heading into the maze, do not go alone, do not go unarmed, and be careful.


Enterprise, we leave at 16:00 hours.



[ooc; feel free to use this post as IC coordination for heading into the maze/forming groups if you want! also this is pinging anyone Jim might not have talked to about going into the maze with him, ie: Asato, Godric, Todd, Jane Sheppard, Jack, etc.]

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[wiretap]

[ She doesn't sleep much. There are reasons for it. Namely because it's difficult for Agents Aberdeen to sleep. But for other reasons too. ]

someone else.
the woman who came before.

[ Hallah, the little sister. Hallah, the recluse. Hallah, with no training and all her obsessions. Aberdeen, only more vulnerable. (Aberdeen, only weak.) ]

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[firstofficer]

[ it is a division Spock knows well, and for the way she speaks of it, he can remember a time that he would have been envious of such a capability. to wholly separate parts of one's self- a stark contrast- dichotomy instead of variant progression.

she divides herself. Spock, has only always desperately desired to, and been equally unable to do so. ]

And if I should desire to know this woman?

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[wiretap]

[ It's a prospect that should frighten her — Hallah had been reckless and impulsive with very little sense of discipline, faithless and godless and without loyalty to anything. But the Order had changed that, had created some semblance of balance as they tipped her from one extreme to another. (Everything in its right place; focus, calm, control, control.)

But she isn't frightened, not yet. Or perhaps that fear is simply dwarfed by the sound that drowns out her head. ]

come back.
and you will.

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[firstofficer]

Perhaps I already do.



I will be back.