[ There's small click as the feed begins transmitting. Nothing shows up except staticky black, but there are muffled noises in the background that faintly resolve themselves into hurried words—two voices, one male, one female, pitched low. ]

—id this—

—ell is goin—

[ . . . ]

—et’s just … over with.

[ There’s a noise that might either be a sigh or a quick burst of static. ] Fine.( Q & A UNDER THE CUT. )

[Well, someone's not in a good mood, if the visage appearing over the PHS is any indication. Flared nostrils, lowered brows coupled with a very, very thin-lipped expression give it away far before words ever could. When they do, however, the tone is at least controlled, tightly, and the careful baritone resonates as the individual speaks.]

This is General Sephiroth of Shin-Ra's Elite SOLDIER unit, requesting any and all information regarding the translation of myself and others to this unknown territory. I am also seeking a fellow SOLDIER officer by the name of Zack Fair, information to his whereabouts would be greatly appreciated.

Contact me as soon as possible with relevant details; the situation is...critical and it is absolutely imperative that I make contact with my command.

[That information given, the feed holds for a moment more until it finally blips out.]