[Hey, it's that crazy dude you might have seen around the station... except he looks. Relatively happy, in all honesty. Kind of grinning a little to himself as he flexes his hand inside a pair of exosuit gloves-

Wait a sec. Since when did he get a suit of armor?]

And here I was wondering if I'd be stuck without my favorite casual dress.

[He aims his hand out at a small box or two, and a small energy pulse seems to launch out from it, allowing him to left it up and move it around a bit.]

Things seems to be working, that's always good. Guess I'm ready for duty whenever someone will have me. If there are any jobs that need doing, I can try and give them a shot - I'm pretty good when it comes to big ships and working with my hands. [He needs to actually do some engineering around here, gdit.]

Jussst one last thing to test. [And just like that, a helmet seems to expand out of the back, cover up all of Isaac's face, and seal itself, his voice is muffled, but still clear.]

S'good to be back.

[When the video turns on, it can be seen situated on a table in a corner, various tools and different parts spread out on every inch of the table. Balthier is tossing a screw driver up and down, catching it by the handle each time.]

I suppose it's time for me to make one of these things on the network, seeing as I've been here for some time already, and not many of you know my name. [He smirks.] And you should know my name, seeing as one of these days you'll be calling me "captain".

[He stops tossing the screwdriver and he puts an elbow on the table, leaning to the side.]

As you can see, I've managed to scrounge up a rather lovely array of items from this ship that it doesn't need anymore. Or, something that I know for a fact it doesn't need anymore. But I'm rather lacking in inspiration for something fun right now to make out of them. So, those of you out there, if you find yourself lacking entertainment right now, let's come up with an idea for something. Of course, I would be grateful to anyone who would bring me more parts. We can make a game out of this, or perhaps I could become a balloon animal maker with metal.

In any case, I'm rather bored. And I know for a fact that you're all rather bored, too. There's only so many disappearing doors and corridors that we can deal with before someone starts exhibiting signs of some sort of space dementia.

[He pauses.] Or maybe you're already experiencing it, and hiding it from the rest of us. We all do like our secrets on this ship, don't we?

[He reaches out to turn off the feed, and right before he does so...] The name is Balthier, by the by. For those of you unlucky enough not to know it till now.

[ the feed opens with a frustrated sigh and the scratch of a pencil across paper. there is a brief glimpse of a drawing of respectable quality - two young girls in frilly dresses - before DG adjusts the communicator to show herself instead. ]

Okay so-- I know this is a long shot but with people being from all these different worlds or whatever, I've got to ask. [ she takes a quick breath, glances to the sketchbook propped against her knees, and nods. ]

Has anyone heard of a place called the Outer Zone? It's where I was before I was brought here, and...I dunno, I'm just wondering.