[Video] [Both Public and Locked]

[tallasaking]

[Public]

[Tyrion is sitting in the Captain's chair of First Breath, something that should strike you all as strange. He also looks absolutely drained - to the point of making him look almost twice his age. He rubs his hands across his face, as if steeling himself, before he finally speaks.]

For those of you who ... who knew Captain Furiosa, and her friend Max, they ... they both perished back on the planet. According to the people I have spoken to, they died in the successful attempt to get the last ship up and running again. Gil and I - Gil and I ... did not realize they had not made it off-planet and ... and well.

Here we are.

[He looks at his hands for a moment, squeezing them into fists, before he looks at the camera again.]

One of my shipmates has made an excellent suggestion - talking about the threats that might face us from our own worlds - considering how familiar our travels seem to be. I suggest meeting up to find a way to continue our survival, and not make others lives ...loss of lives in vain.

[Private to First Breath]

For those of you who know me, I'm the Captain now. For those of you who don't know me - I am Tyrion Lannister, Engineer, and now your Captain. Feel free to come and ... harass me with questions. I'll be sitting here resisting the urge to drink myself into a stupor.

{Video}

[valiantfire]

Who: Fingon, Open!
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: Huntress.
When: Just as the Fleet moves on.

{Fingers drift over harp strings and Fingon sings a soft, warm farewell to the survivors of the planet - to the planet as well, for he hears its song - as the Fleet ambles away.

This Elf hasn't left Maglor's side for more than a few minutes for necessary acts since he'd discovered his cousin had slipped unconscious. He'd hardly even stopped playing! Though he'd done his best to keep the music quiet enough not to disturb his crewmates.

He doesn't look frightened or that worried, more pensive as he offers a smile to anyone watching or listening.}

I hope everyone is doing well despite the recent chaos. And that those we leave behind will be able to return home soon.

(no subject)

[livesfastdiesung]

Who: Freyja, open!
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: Marsiva.
When: As the fleet starts to move on.

[So, if you're watching the network at all, a bright, cheerful, energetic looking face is now popping up. She might be familiar to some people, too! But more importantly, she does have something she wants to say:]

Hoina! Freyja Wion, reporting for duty! [There's a salute, though badly executed.] I know something's happened, so if anyone needs any help just let me know and I'll do my best!

[And if you're also on the Marsiva, she's... getting into everything, basically. As one does.]