[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

[ribbonbon]

Yeah! And since everyone will be doing their best [She hopes.] we should all be okay...!

[Pilouette smiles. For at least a little while, her doubts have been beaten back.]

Thanks, Miss Grune. I feel a little less nervous now. I really think I can handle this...

[lostinmyway]

[She beams back.]

I know you can do it. And when you come back, I'll have a nice, delicious cake waiting, all right?

[ribbonbon]

[With the promise of cake, Pilouette is definitely coming back. She grins.]

All right! I'll do the very best I can then, so we can like, enjoy it together once the draft is over!