ataraxion | 024; PSA

You're not alone. People you care about are calling for your help, and you want to go help them. I'm going to ask you to be a little more patient before you run off into the dark. We know they're lost, we know there's something pursuing them, we know they need help. But we also know that the most recent post on the network, the one talking about warnings from the captain - a captain we don't have - wasn't made by one of us. That means this problem is bigger than you think; it's bigger than all of us, and it's important we get a clear image of what we're facing before we leave. Shepard's team has gone missing, and other comms have started going off the radar too--we'll start where they disappeared, and if we do this together, we might even succeed. The last thing we need is more of you lost out there because you chose to do this on your own.

Right now I need your help in a different, but just as important way. If you've received a message from someone, we need to hear them. That way we can establish a thorough list of who's missing, and try and piece together what they were all trying to say.

Tyke, as Head of Security, is going to coordinate the rescue. I imagine she'll speak to you shortly herself. Rest assured we'll need bodies on the ground for this one, and I know there's going to be no telling some of you to stay put, so forgive me if I - at least - save myself the effort of trying. The corridors are dangerous: bring weapons, ammunition, your communicator, but don't worry too much about rations--you won't need them.

[ He seems about to sign off, but he has to address that post, the grinding static and the screams underneath it, all of it so familiar to him by now. ]

...

"They're getting closer." I don't know about you, but that doesn't sound like a coincidence. Whatever we find out there, whatever is after our people, try not to kill it unless you have to. Don't get killed, but bear in mind the risk that we may be deceived into murdering people who would be our allies. I can't shake the feeling that we're being set up. Alright. Hang in there, everyone.

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[ elizabeth has heard enough to have gleaned that this is likely the formerly missing sister of that rather taciturn fellow she'd met at her friend's wedding. and that her family has sour relations with house stark. this might ordinarily put them at odds.

but she would be out of her mind and not keen to wait were it one of her own brothers out there missing. ]

You may count upon Lady Hawke, Your Grace. And Lord Stark, whatever issues may lie between your families.

But I believe I have met your brother upon an occasion or two, and he seems a determined and capable man. We will see him safely returned.

[ and she might have to rather dryly note her gladness that he is unharmed to his face. oh, joy. ]

[ Predictably, then, her smile goes thin at the mention of Lord Stark — bugger the Starks, honestly — but she recognizes the olive branch for what it is, and isn't, she supposes, keen to immediately discard every one. ]

He is that. [ A wry bob of the eyebrows, but the thought settles her some, if the other assurances don't particularly. For all that Jaime's utter lack of caution vexes her, he is a knight, and the finest in the Seven Kingdoms at that. (Or– he was once.) ]

What is your name, child?

Indeed. [ her features soften a bit. ] Last we met, he was similarly concerned for your welfare.

Elizabeth Plantagenet, Your Grace. At home, I am a princess of a country called England.

[ titles mean little here, but she clings to them. though not always when it comes to herself. ]

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