[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

[tea_lover64]

[Iroh gives Zuko a bit of a look]

The Malnosso are a foul group certainly, and by my account have committed many heinous acts. Yet, life still goes on. There is still hope, and happiness in the world. It is something worth reinforcing before you go into battle, because when you come out, you may find it all the harder to get it back.

[lordhotman]

[Zuko looks away and sighs.]

I guess I'll just have to take a bite out of the silver sandwich.

[tea_lover64]

[Iroh pauses and blinks at that]

What are you talking about?

[lordhotman]

[... Did he say that out loud?]

Nothing, don't worry about it.

[tea_lover64]

A silver sandwich? What does that even mean?

[Yes, you most certainly did]

[lordhotman]

It's... uh... a Water Tribe delicacy.

[... Yeah that's convincing.]

[tea_lover64]

You know, if you are going to lie to me, you should probably not make it about food.

[Just going to bring up the obvious flaw there]

[lordhotman]

[Zuko cringes.]

Just forget I said anything!