[The video frame shows little more than a man from mid-chest up. He's wearing the crew uniform, but he's also wearing tall gloves over top and a smile that straddles the line between friendly and insincere.]

It occurs to me that, despite being aboard for half a month, I have yet to properly introduce myself. A terrible faux pas on my part, and I apologize profusely for it.

[Though he certainly doesn't sound nearly as broken up or shameful about it as his words would imply.]

I am Colonel Jade Curtiss of the Malkuth Imperial Forces, although as I understand it, that has little bearing on our present situation. I have also seen that you have been made familiar with a fellow Auldrantian, one Dist the Reaper. Let it be known that this man does not represent all the people of my world -- he merely represents the most incorrigible of narcissists.

Ah, but enough of him. There are more important matters to discuss.

As I understand it, there are a handful of you who are more knowledgeable about space travel than others, but it is an open question regardless. Have any medical complications arisen from being so far removed from the surface of a planet? Fatigue, shortness of breath - slot block or casting failure, for any fonists among us? A tendency toward biting others on the chest? I would suggest malnutrition or scurvy, but the ship seems to be well-provisioned enough that neither should be a problem for now.