[ for the record, the slow string of what has to be cursing, judging by the tone, is in klingon. sulu's trails off, and there's a chink of metal on metal, a low sound of disgust and then... ]

I...found a body.

[ his voice is so very carefully composed. because starfleet officers are supposed to professional as fuck, and sulu's saving the freak out for later. ]

Can anyone identify 006.072?

[ It's been a while since Dean's actually relied on the network to communicate with the people he wants to get messages to, but he's been lying low these past couple of weeks because guilt's a bitch and he knows it well. Being taken out of action forcibly is something he's never been able to deal with well, so sulking after the event has gotten him precisely nowhere but spending a hell of a lot of time on his own.

Today he's going to make that first, tentative step towards actually trying to work through the guilt he's not planning on admitting to any time soon. He works through the relatively short list to check in where he knows he's supposed to, tells himself if he does this then maybe he'll get away with not talking about how he feels about all of this crap. The post-jump headache that's sitting right behind his eyes is making that prospect even more painful than usual. ]



[ Private - filtered to Sam and Cas ]
Time to play hardball. [ This place might be getting to him now more than ever... but he's done watching people around him suffer. ] We gotta talk about our options 'cause 'm tired of us gettin' our asses handed to us.


[ Private - filtered to Tyke ]
...you good? [ A pause before a more telling question: ] Are we good?


[ Private - filtered to Tyke and Tommy ]
T Squad. Can I get an update on what's been goin' on in patrol lately?


[ Private - filtered to Jim Kirk ]
Think we're long overdue a beer. Your place or mine, sweetheart?

[ well, someone's certainly fresh out of his pod if the way his hair is sticking straight up in wild curls is any indication. robb's clinging on to his mask of kingliness, but only just. the cracks are there for all to see and push upon, if they so chose. ]

I need a maes--a doctor.

[ the word is unfamiliar and strange on his tongue, but he spits it forth anyway. the people here know better what a doctor is than a maester, and he hasnt the time for explanations. ]

Aberdeen is unwell. I found her upon the ground and I cannot rouse her. I fear whatever injury she has is beyond my ability to heal.

[wow yeah a voice post from this comm. rare, i know. except...the voice doesn't exactly sound human.]

Hello?

Is anyone there?

I'm different.

[there's a few minutes of silence following that. and then...]

The box has been opened. The Titans walk among us.

[The feed clicks onto to show someone who is most certainly not human. Thane sets the device down on the desk and sits back, and the observant might notice a small faintly glowing holo in his hand. It depicts a human child with a dirty face, and a tooth missing from his wide grin.

For a few long moments Thane says nothing at all, and taps the holo against his knee.]

I could believe my appearance here truly an accident, however the contents of my locker give me pause. How is it a glitch in space-- perhaps a Mass Relay malfunction?- would result in not only my misplacement, but that of a select number of my things? Why only a small portion of my gun collection? Why not my prefured clothing? Why this holo? It's... it isn't logical.

[Seeming to get a hold of himself a little better, now...]

It is not impossible, but highly unlikely.

[Thane seems to then realize he's still holding the holo, and gives it a long look before tucking it neatly into the breast pocket of his uniform.]

I have no illusions; I do not imagine I am the only one with responsibilities to attend at home, nevertheless my appearance here is... troubling. There will be unfortunate fallout if I am away too long.

[His eyes drop briefly.]

To the point of my communication, then; I am a new arrival and would appreciate being informed (to the best of anyone's ability) of what is happening. I apologize in advance if I am forcing anyone to repeat themselves. Thank you.

[End feed.]

[ It's a jumbled mess of a disoriented teen--his first actual jump, though he's not a newcomer, not anymore--but that's not important. What's important is that he's heard a rumour that some people on the ship have come back from the dead and wound up here. That's what's important.

The mess of curls and glasses quickly cuts off as Brendan switches to audio. Much, much easier for him. There's an audible breath in his pause, but finally, he talks. Keeping the light excitement in his voice. Trying to dash the hope before it's broken. He's cynical by nature. ]

I'm looking for a few people. A certain dame by the name of Emily Kostitch. Long, blonde hair, blue peepers. Jelly bracelet. [ A pause. ] Or a cat with glasses and a pair of dog tags, probably carrying a Rubik's Cube. Called Brain.



[Private to Wichita - Encrypted 15% because he fails. ]
Still up for that drink, dollface?