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tough_loveWho: Looma Red Wind
Broadcast: Audio; fleetwide
Action: Those aboard the Bishop; later, planetside
When: Backdated to the morning of the 10th
[Sent via the ship's intercom, and Audio to any member of the crew off-ship]
This is your captain. Based on what I have been able to gather from the Fleet's last encounters with these "singing planets" and the most recent case of enemy action, all crew members are to report planetside to the attached coordinates in twelve hours time.
You will be improving your familiarity with your assigned weapons. Those who lack training in close combat will be given an introductory course to better ensure their survival in the even of another attack. Rick Grimes will oversee your training, I will supervise and assist where able.
It is likely we will encounter hostilities in the near future. This is for your own safety, as I may not be able to personally intervene should you find yourself threatened. While I cannot compel everyone to attend, know that I can make your rescue a lower priority than those who bothered to present themselves for instruction.
[Audio: Transmitted to everyone else, via the Fleet's network]
This is Captain Looma Red Wind. By now, I am certain many of you are aware of these dreams we have been having, and the potential danger we may encounter on this planet as a result. I am also aware that many of you are not used to combat, or simply not accustomed to the use of the weapons available to you.
Any who wish for assistance in this matter- or who simply wish to resume their own training- are to report to the attached coordinates on the planet below in twelve hours time. Rick Grimes and I will be overseeing firearms instruction, as well as some manner of close combat training for those who have never seen battle. Depart early, as this will be some distance from the city, to avoid alarming the locals.
Additional assistance in munitions or personal combat training from experienced members of the fleet will be welcomed.
If your ship lacks an armory, or you are for any reason denied access to it, I will be bringing along the contents of the Bishop's armory and will permit their use when available.
[True to her word, attached are a set of coordinates for an area roughly 15 minutes outside the city proper. Partly because she was told that if she was going to do this at all, it needed to be far away from the civilian population- and partly because she did not want to risk anyone showing up to scream about whatever bad omens were associated with the color red, the number 4, and whatever other nonsense this superstitious bunch was capable of imagining.]
Broadcast: Audio; fleetwide
Action: Those aboard the Bishop; later, planetside
When: Backdated to the morning of the 10th
[Sent via the ship's intercom, and Audio to any member of the crew off-ship]
This is your captain. Based on what I have been able to gather from the Fleet's last encounters with these "singing planets" and the most recent case of enemy action, all crew members are to report planetside to the attached coordinates in twelve hours time.
You will be improving your familiarity with your assigned weapons. Those who lack training in close combat will be given an introductory course to better ensure their survival in the even of another attack. Rick Grimes will oversee your training, I will supervise and assist where able.
It is likely we will encounter hostilities in the near future. This is for your own safety, as I may not be able to personally intervene should you find yourself threatened. While I cannot compel everyone to attend, know that I can make your rescue a lower priority than those who bothered to present themselves for instruction.
[Audio: Transmitted to everyone else, via the Fleet's network]
This is Captain Looma Red Wind. By now, I am certain many of you are aware of these dreams we have been having, and the potential danger we may encounter on this planet as a result. I am also aware that many of you are not used to combat, or simply not accustomed to the use of the weapons available to you.
Any who wish for assistance in this matter- or who simply wish to resume their own training- are to report to the attached coordinates on the planet below in twelve hours time. Rick Grimes and I will be overseeing firearms instruction, as well as some manner of close combat training for those who have never seen battle. Depart early, as this will be some distance from the city, to avoid alarming the locals.
Additional assistance in munitions or personal combat training from experienced members of the fleet will be welcomed.
If your ship lacks an armory, or you are for any reason denied access to it, I will be bringing along the contents of the Bishop's armory and will permit their use when available.
[True to her word, attached are a set of coordinates for an area roughly 15 minutes outside the city proper. Partly because she was told that if she was going to do this at all, it needed to be far away from the civilian population- and partly because she did not want to risk anyone showing up to scream about whatever bad omens were associated with the color red, the number 4, and whatever other nonsense this superstitious bunch was capable of imagining.]
