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video | Evandau | 100% encrypted to all Foreigner console IDs; anon access blocked
[The Alderwood Commander's office is lit by a half dozen paper lanterns strung behind him, casting a dim light over the files neatly stacked to one side. He is seated, arms rested stiffly on the desk's surface. There are lines of tension in his face and his posture shows signs of general exhaustion.]
Let's skip the formalities and the obvious. [That 'obvious' reference being related to Tu Vishan coming to a stop and all powers reduced to nothing.] Time for you Foreigners to step up to bat.
[A breath in, a breath out; it's no easy to speak about what is going on.]
It's name is Malicant and it's here. Tu Vishan is too sick, too fast; the only thing strong enough to do that is Malicant. We've seen it before and it wasn't easy to push back. Killed too many, came too close with the rest, but we did it. For a time. I don't have more than that. This thing takes whatever form it wants and uses whatever means it fancies to destroy. That's it. That's what I know.
[He focuses solely on the screen.]
I trust you with the name, but don't spread it around. We don't need widespread panic in the kedan -- it'll only make your jobs harder and its power stronger.
[That's right: Your jobs. Its power.]
This won't be glamorous, but if Malicant went about its business openly, then we wouldn't be stuck here. [He'd have personally gutted it if it did. Twice.] I've got a handful of leads -- [A wry, bitter smile.] conspiracies, you'll think -- and I need you to follow-up on them. Track down the source and uncover what's wrong, then fix it. That's why you're here, so stop whining about having nothing to do.
Want to help? Report in at the precinct station at the heart of Keeliai and tell them I sent you. Bring a team or you'll be put on one, then briefed on a lead I need you to look into. Do whatever you need to get the job done.
It's a long shot, but it's all we got. [He reaches for the console's controls, then pauses.] And first one to say I hid it ought to save us all the time and just jump off the turtle. You know what I do -- anything more, and you'd think it could be predicted. It can't. [He kills the feed.]
[ooc: connection issues here, so delays on tagbacks; sorry!]
Let's skip the formalities and the obvious. [That 'obvious' reference being related to Tu Vishan coming to a stop and all powers reduced to nothing.] Time for you Foreigners to step up to bat.
[A breath in, a breath out; it's no easy to speak about what is going on.]
It's name is Malicant and it's here. Tu Vishan is too sick, too fast; the only thing strong enough to do that is Malicant. We've seen it before and it wasn't easy to push back. Killed too many, came too close with the rest, but we did it. For a time. I don't have more than that. This thing takes whatever form it wants and uses whatever means it fancies to destroy. That's it. That's what I know.
[He focuses solely on the screen.]
I trust you with the name, but don't spread it around. We don't need widespread panic in the kedan -- it'll only make your jobs harder and its power stronger.
[That's right: Your jobs. Its power.]
This won't be glamorous, but if Malicant went about its business openly, then we wouldn't be stuck here. [He'd have personally gutted it if it did. Twice.] I've got a handful of leads -- [A wry, bitter smile.] conspiracies, you'll think -- and I need you to follow-up on them. Track down the source and uncover what's wrong, then fix it. That's why you're here, so stop whining about having nothing to do.
Want to help? Report in at the precinct station at the heart of Keeliai and tell them I sent you. Bring a team or you'll be put on one, then briefed on a lead I need you to look into. Do whatever you need to get the job done.
It's a long shot, but it's all we got. [He reaches for the console's controls, then pauses.] And first one to say I hid it ought to save us all the time and just jump off the turtle. You know what I do -- anything more, and you'd think it could be predicted. It can't. [He kills the feed.]
[ooc: connection issues here, so delays on tagbacks; sorry!]
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