[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

[stopmjolnirtime]

I fear the haste with which we have been gathered that may already be the case, Lady Bulla.

[fashionably_strong]

[Bulla frowns and looks down, thinking on that for a moment.]

You might be right, Thor. I hope you're wrong and that they realized the Third Party were moving in before anyone was hurt, but...

[Well, if they were under siege and had been attacked by surprise, it does explain having to call upon people at two in the morning with twenty minutes' notice.]

[stopmjolnirtime]

Tis better to prepare for whatever we might face than it is to hope. We shall do what we can for those we arrive in time to lend our aid- but the rest? We cannot carry the burden of worry.

[fashionably_strong]

Yeah...

[Bulla nods and lets her expression brighten. She's not feeling completely optimistic, but she does try to keep a positive outlook as much as possible.]

So let's teach these Third Party creeps not to mess with our enclosure!

[stopmjolnirtime]

They will learn, and learn well that we are not to be trifled with.

[ Bulla's determination is heartening. Whatever they might face? They will face it well, and perhaps come through intact. ]