[Voice, Locked to Residents]

[malnosso]

[At approximately 4AM in the morning of the 25th, the journals will suddenly blare with the sound of an alarm, followed quickly by this message:]

Attention, Region Six. This is an emergency. The following occupants are required to report to the teleporters in one hour to act as a reserve force for an unscheduled battle located in Region Eleven, designation Vaskoth.

[A list of names is posted.]

Those who refuse will be forcibly dragged, and we take no responsibility for any injuries obtained should that happen. Anyone not summoned will not be accepted, either as additional forces or as replacements for someone else. Weaponry and equipment not native to this world is incompatible with the nature of your location, and will therefore not be permitted. Suitable replacements may be available to you at your destination. You will rendezvous with Specialist Davis upon arrival, and he will direct you from there.

I repeat, you have one hour. Don't waste your preparation time with pointless questions. Get moving.


[ooc: as stated, the commandant won't answer willy-nilly, so this post can be used for draft prep if you want! Also the full draft details a HERE, for anyone who missed it!]

Comments

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[removeimpurity]

[Another nod.]

Before being brought here, my homeland was in the midst of fighting a terrible, bloody war. I have roughly five years of experience out on the battlefield itself, and fifteen years of classical study, including a thorough knowledge of anatomy and bodily processes.

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[fleurdesel]

So you know which vein, when severed, is not something to worry about unduely and which when severed would have a man bleeding out in under a minute.

[Black, bitter humor, but it was all she could afford.]

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[removeimpurity]

[Any humor is better than none. Syre chuckles tiredly, a grim smirk on her face.]

More or less, yes. [With a faint attempt at humor herself:] It helps when an enemy unit is about to run down a fellow soldier. I find that a well-placed blade to the neck does wonders.

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[fleurdesel]

Blade to the neck or a bullet to the gut. Both tend to slow them down quick enough to get your work finished.

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[removeimpurity]

True enough. Though, sadly, my homeland hasn't quite developed guns yet.

[Syre glances about the area, looking pensive before she speaks again.]

This unsettles me. Normally our captors have their affairs in order.

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[fleurdesel]

An emergency is not something that is often planned, Syre.

[Sent into an enclosure. Another barrier that has failed. How long until it happens to theirs once more?]

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[removeimpurity]

I know, I know. But still... this leaves me with a foul taste in my mouth. What if...

['...something happened here, again?']

[The words are implied, but not said. A brief but heavy silence lingers, broken only by the sound of Syre clearing her throat.]

Well. Dwelling on the 'what if's will only distract us.

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[fleurdesel]

What is, is. The village will fall or stand without is as it must.

[It wasn't likely- but then neither was the barrier failing. It has happened once before, then Kin'corra, now this.]

Focus on what you can change. The rest is dust until we return.