[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

[Action!]

[feistytrader]

[The gesture makes him jump a little- his nerves are on the rise. But it's just Crys.

Crys...

...He won't lie to her.] I might get hurt, but I'll come back in one piece. [He won't die, no matter what. That's the most he can promise.]

[Action!]

[capturespecialist]

[That's more worrying, but breathe. Most recently in her memory of Silver's stupid antics, he threw himself at the Alpha Pokémon and survived; he refused his father's offer to join him, when he could've and had a happy (?) father-son life; he's been here longer than her, and he probably knows his limits. Just breathe.]

Don't do anything Gold would do. [...No, wait, Silver's worse than Gold. She lets his sleeve go - time's of the essence after all! - and sighs.] Just keep as safe as you can. I kinda wish I'd been called too -- [but there's a lot about these she still doesn't know. She might be a liability. No, she'd try her best not to be.

...she doesn't even know what she wants to say anymore, urk.]

[Action!]

[feistytrader]

[...Hey. Crys. Calm down. Silver puts a hand on her shoulder in some attempt at reassurance.]

Be careful what you wish for. [As much as he likes working together with Gold and Crys, he's happy that they don't have to head on another draft- at least not this time. No one stays out of drafts forever.] I'll be back before you know it, so take it easy.

[Action!]

[capturespecialist]

[Taking it easy is easier said than done, but that's obvious. At least his attempt at reassurance works; it's still a time forcing her nerves to relax, but it's not as hard as it could've been.]

You know that's not true. [She appreciates him trying though, she really does.] You should probably get going, right? Knock 'em dead.

[...maybe literally.]