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[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!]

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[Damn, damn, damn.

Archie blearily reads over the list of names twice before finding his own. Not Elizabeth's, not Horatio's. One hour to become battle-ready is exceptionally generous, so he's going to make coffee and eat first while he processes this with his sleepy brain.

By the time he steps out the door, he is in uniform and battle-ready.]

Edited 2012-10-25 04:31 (UTC)

[It isn't the fact that his name is on the list that bothers him. It isn't even Asbel's name that bothers him the most-- as protective as he is of his friend, he knows that Asbel can handle himself in battle just fine. No, it's the fact that Isamu's name is on there that makes him the most upset, because Isamu is no fighter, not even with the skills he's learned here in Luceti.

Damn it.

He'll glance over at his bedmate to see if Isamu is awake yet, trying not to let his worry show.

A little later, he's dressed and ready and can be found out in the kitchen brewing himself some tea while he tries to wake up the rest of the way before heading out.]

Merde.

[Luke, Saori, Sabriel, Ben- Helios was spared, as was Rei but. So many.

No children this time. That was a blessing. The ritual wasn't finished- but she and Saori would have an hour in which to complete it.

There was no time.]

All medical staff that have been drafted- any and all inclined for healing, this is Dr. LeBlanc. Try to meet me in front of the teleporter in half an hour or as soon as you are available.

[She needs to know who she will be working with.]

[Suitable replacements like hell. The climatact is the only weapon of its kind... she'd only trust Usopp to make another.

Holy shit, there's a lot of the crew going this time. And one hour. Will she even have time to do anything except get to shore?

...is Zoro still a child?]

I'm on my way back in. [And already sounding remarkably awake for some reason.] One of you do me a favour and go through my closet? You'll find the staff I was using when I first got to Luceti-- Sokka made it.

[It's a three piece staff, but that's all it is.]

((ooc: while this is only to her crew, if anyone wants to ping Nami before the draft feel free to tag here.))

Edited 2012-10-25 04:47 (UTC)

[Having been used to military life, the Chief Petty Officer is relatively swift in sitting atop her bed to listen to the report. She rubs her head.]

Damn it...

All drafted, listen up.

Warnings from last handbook still apply: Don't go in open roads, strike from hidden spots, stay communicated at all times, always go in fire teams, and pay attention to your environment.

Take care out there, and good luck.

Edited 2012-10-25 04:53 (UTC)

[So guess who's waking up with the worst hangover?

Guess who, despite being a morning person, doesn't like waking up at 4am?

Guess who isn't thirty years older anymore?

This guy.

And after three minutes of holding his pillow to his head and hoping the alarm stops blaring, he picks up his and screams--]

Does this goddamn journal not have an off button?!

[Yeah, he real mad. Housemates enjoy his not good mood at all.]

[Well... this is a nice way to ruin an early morning. Still, if the Malnosso are requiring so many medical professionals, then this isn't time to go back to sleep.

Still... only an hour isn't much time to gather supplies.]

Dr. LeBlanc. Believe we have not yet become acquainted. Professor Mordin Solus. [A pause.] Wish meeting was under more pleasant circumstances, however. Gathering supplies now, will travel to rendezvous point as quickly as possible.

[Keimi shifts slightly from her position next to the taller girl. She groans, trying to squirm her way into a more wakeful state. When Daisy finishes talking, she sits up, rubbing her eyes.]

Daisy-chin?

Our first chance to work together, and we can't even use our own weapons.

[Luke salutes]

I'll see you out there Daisy. Look for me when we get there, you and I should be doing some recon.

[He is sadly not unused to being woken up by alarms. Admittedly, he could happily live without it but his chosen profession didn't really allow for it.

He's awake quickly, grabbing the journal to see what the hell is actually going on, and groans softly at the sight before pulling himself out of bed.

He hates having to leave his bow behind, but pulls on his combat gear and packs a few other bits of clothing into his duffle before heading into the kitchen for a caffeine fix and some food before he heads out, as well as packing a couple of boxes of snacks bars and a canteen of water into his bag as well. Force of habit.]

Edited 2012-10-25 05:01 (UTC)

I'll meet you there.

{Luke's voice is clipped and terse, the military precision of a Jedi General]

Lady LeBlanc, as it seems likely I will be expected to participate in combat, I will require all of the bandaging you can conceivably spare.

I will arrive shortly.

- Loki

A pleasure to meet you professor.

[Her voice was low, tight, harried. Work to be done and too little time to see it finished.]

Gather what you can so long as it's of this world- anything from a different reality will not be allowed through with us it seems. Gather as much as you can.

[Not a fun way to wake up for sure. It takes Estelle a few minutes to wake up enough to read what's going on and is appropriately shocked to find her name on the list.]

Oh, I don't believe we've properly met Dr. Leblanc. My name is Estelle and I'm a healer. I... I'll be there soon.

[And with that, Estelle will get dressed and then be off.]

Daisy, out.

[She ends her message, and closes her book. For a moment, the Spartan doesn't face her as she remains in bed. She is already used to see her name in the list of drafted, she becomes sad the times it is not there.

But how does she tell Keimi this?]

There was an announcement from the Malnosso.

I've a personal stash for that very reason. Knock thrice on the door, Either I or Saori will let you in.

- A

[He got up from the alarm and... just was willing to roll with it. He puts on his Full Set of Gear except for the Pokedex, Pokeball, and Impact Dial. He figures/hopes the rest of it would be okay, even if he's not positive the knives Tenten gave him were made in Luceti or not.

But there's a bigger problem. Ikki's name is on the list. So as soon as he gears up, Linda on his shoulder, he makes his way as quick as he can towards the Avatar House. The droids are weakened and Linda's effective on them anyway, right? He can help.

And after whatever happens there, a voiced part-]

Weeeell, I'll be seeing some of you on the battlefield and others of you later.

[He'll be making his own way to the teleporters, geared up and a journal in one hand and Linda on his shoulder. He waits in Luceti but near the teleporter to the end of the hour]

Edited 2012-10-25 05:08 (UTC)

I won't be long.

[There was the ritual that needed to be finished, then supplies she needed to pack. She's still mostly packed from her last mission- it should not be that difficult.]

Yes, sir. I can work with improvised gear. I'll be right over.

[And she's already used to Command BS. It's too usual for her tastes.]

[Aaaaaaaand here's a voice maybe you folks weren't expecting (though perhaps you really should). It's calling over her shoulder.]

She'll be there in three minutes. Be ready.

[... yes, THREE MINUTES.]

[Vivi looks slightly frazzled--she'd been sleeping till the alarm woke her, and needless to say, it was not a pleasant awakening.]

I can get it for you, Nami-san...but will you have enough time to make it back to the village? Maybe they'll make an exception...

[Slim chance of that, Vivi knows, but she worries what penalty Nami might face if she doesn't report in time.]

Understood. Less Carnifex and more ketamine. [A chuckle.] Uncomfortable, still, leaving without adequate weaponry. Could be a trap; suggest you keep on your toes.

[A deep breath. Alright, Mordin. Time to get to work.]

Will meet you shortly.

[The journal's blaring makes for a rude awakening for this kid. Another draft announcement... what time was it, anyway? Tiredly, Rudy grabs his journal and goes through the list.. until seeing one thing that makes him comes to a dead stop. His name.

... There wasn't much time. Quickly, Rudy scrawls out a note for Jane and starts getting his things together. Once everything's all set, he'll head out. Without his ARM, he's not sure how well he's going to do on this draft. But he has to stay alive; the last thing he wants is to cause his friends even more worry.]

A pleasure to meet you Estelle, though I wish it were better circumstances. Prepare yourself as quickly as possible- I'll meet you by the teleporter.

[It took fifteen minutes to finish the ritual, eat, and pack what she would be allowed. Making it to the teleporter at a jog was not that difficult.]

[The alarm itself isn't the infuriating part. It's seeing her name on there, listed for the second draft in far too short a time, that sends her into a hazy, half-awake state of anger.]

[She has an hour to gather her things? Good. What she needs isn't much.]

[Most of her supplies were, thankfully, still in the bag she had brought out with her when she made runs to the item store. Her rapier, in similar fashion, was where she left it -- on its rack by the door.]

[Once she made herself look at least mildly presentable, she fastens the blade to her hip and slings her bag over her shoulder, then heads out. Better to arrive early than be handled by those damnable droids.]

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