[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

[mischiefbreeder]

Chill, dude. [He doesn't even flinch at the change in Red's tone.] I'm just gettin' your thoughts. You're new to all this crap. If your world's anything like mine, this kinda stuff doesn't happen there.

...I get the sentiment, though.

[pokeboy]

...Sorry. [ Really, he hadn't meant the question to come off as it did. ] My world isn't like this. There's people who do bad things, but this is different.

I just don't like doing nothing.

[mischiefbreeder]

You think you're the only one? [He grits his teeth, displaying a level of anger that belies his unusually calm behavior.] I feel so powerless right now. I'm just stuck here, and they're out there fightin' for their lives.

[pokeboy]

[ Maybe it's unusual, but conversations like this weren't the norm. It just makes Red's own edge come back in response. ]

D'you think I don't know that? I don't think anyone wants this - us stuck back here or anyone out there.

[mischiefbreeder]

[Gold sneers, and slumps down into his seat.]

Tch... Somethin' ain't right here. I've got a bad feeling about all this.

[pokeboy]

[ He still wants to bicker, but he'll hold his tongue on the childish comments. Small breath. ]

Has a draft call ever come like that before?

[mischiefbreeder]

[He'd love to get into a petty argument right now, but he knows now isn't the time for it. So says Professor Oak.] Never. That's why it doesn't sit right with me.

[pokeboy]

[ Gosh dangit Professor Oak. He frowns at that. He doesn't know what drafts are like beyond guesses, nor the wait or the intensity of the battlefield, but that certainly makes it worse. But what can they do? What will sitting there do?

He looks over to Gold, putting his hands against Pikachu's body. ]

You don't like it and I don't like it, and you don't need me saying it, but we can't do anything, can we? If it's really that bad, then maybe we'll hear more, or something'll happen.

And I don't want to think what'll happen if something does, but you're doing nothing, and I'm not stupid and think I can do anything better. We just have to wait, even if we don't want to.