[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

[Transporters!]

[lostinmyway]

[She smiles in relief.]

That's good. It's always better to work together with a friend.

[Transporters!]

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

[...Grune, don't be so optimistic and happy about things, it breaks Ginia's heart.

Or do, someone needs to crack that shell. Ginia gives a wary smile and nods.

Then... after a bit of a pause, leans in and gives a small hug. Thanks, Grune.]

[Transporters!]

[lostinmyway]

[Grune hugs her back, her embrace warm and strong.]

When you come back, let's go have some tea together, all right?

[Transporters!]

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

[Ginia nods as she pulls away. It'll depend on how she's really feeling after, but sure, tea sounds good.]

[Transporters!]

[lostinmyway]

[She smiles again.]

I can't wait! Come back as soon as you can, all right?

[Transporters!]

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

[As soon as she can, as soon as they all can. Ginia offers a small wave before she steps back into the crowd. There's more people she needs to talk to and there's probably a lot of people Grune wants to talk to.

Her smile fades slightly as she sets back into a serious mood, but... well, it was a nice goodbye. Thanks, Grune.]