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ataraxion2012-01-16 11:42 am
hildabeest) wrote in ataraxion2012-01-16 11:42 am
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honky tonk ➢ o1 ➢ ❪video/voice❫
[It didn't take too long for Hilda to figure out how to work the communicator; it was bulkier, more like those vintage cell phones than the communicators she was used to, but if it was anything like a computer, she could figure it out. Putting her priorities in order, the first thing on the list: make sure the crew of the IXGP weren't also in this mess.]
Gene, Melfina, Jim, Gilliam: if you're here and can see this, respond.
[It's short and sweet. Revealing any more might compromise the ships and its secrets to the rest of the network. Now, article number two. Hilda's face falls into a stern expression; her yellow eyes focus at the camera like daggers.]
I need straight answers. Why the hell am I still alive? No ship exists that can resist the gravity sink of a sun long enough to rescue someone already pulled into it.
Gene, Melfina, Jim, Gilliam: if you're here and can see this, respond.
[It's short and sweet. Revealing any more might compromise the ships and its secrets to the rest of the network. Now, article number two. Hilda's face falls into a stern expression; her yellow eyes focus at the camera like daggers.]
I need straight answers. Why the hell am I still alive? No ship exists that can resist the gravity sink of a sun long enough to rescue someone already pulled into it.