[Voice, locked to residents] --EMERGENCY--EMERGENCY--EMERGENCY--EMERGENCY--

[malnosso]

[At 2:15AM, the journals suddenly blare out an alarm, followed by this message.]

EMERGENCY. EMERGENCY. This is an emergency.

The following occupants of the Luceti enclosure must report to the teleporters in twenty minutes. You are required as reinforcements in Region 13. Bring all necessary armaments with you. You will be teleported directly into combat.

Anyone who fails to comply will be forcibly escorted to the teleporters by droids.

This is not a drill. I repeat: this is not a drill. You have twenty minutes.

[The message repeats twice more, the alarm continuing until the twenty minutes has elapsed. No questions will be answered.]

Comments

Well, someone has to say it

[complicatedliar]

[Loki's already at the teleporters, waiting. He offers Obi-wan a brief, utterly humorless smile in greeting.]

I have a bad feeling about this.

INDEED. Have some cruel irony.

[averybadfeeling]

[Those words. He had to say those words.]

"Well, with any luck, this battle will go better than our last."

[He offers Loki a more comforting smile of his own.]

"And we both made it out of that in one piece, did we not?"

lolsob

[complicatedliar]

Hah. That we did.

[Loki offers Obi-wan his hand.]

I shall keep an eye on your back, old friend. I wouldn't want you to get scratched.

[averybadfeeling]

[Obi-Wan meets Loki's offered hand with his own. His smile becomes a bit more genuine.]

"And I you, my friend. Though I'm not so fragile as all that."

[complicatedliar]

[Grin.] Yet still, you are far prettier unbruised.

[averybadfeeling]

"Fear not. I shall do all within my power to preserve my boyish complexion."

[The jest is accompanied with a stroke of his still-heavily-greyed beard. For emphasis. Pre-battle banter? That he was more used to. It helped. Some.

... It also made him think of clone troops that had attempted to kill him. In fairness, they'd thought him a traitor to the Republic, but it was still a touch depressing.]

[complicatedliar]

A great relief that is.

Hah. Shall you make me jealous of your beard growing talent? Well, surely with that to stand guard on your chin, you've nothing to fear.

[It's all banter to hide the surge of pre-battle adrenalin. This will be worse than Vaskoth, he can feel it. Those memories are not so pleasant that he wanted to acquire a whole new set.]