Video/Action Iskaulit/Open

[kill_switch]

Who: Furisoa and the other Captains/First Mates of ships in orbit
Broadcast: Open
Action: Iskaulit - Málum
When: After the firefight and Zhade's transmission


[After a battle like that, in her condition, it's tempting to sleep, but she'd seen the battle; the First Breath was one of the lucky ones. Struggling to stay awake, she fires off a message to Max, then tries to check in with the other ships. When it's obvious they didn't all make it out unscathed, she opens a video feed. It's glitchy and suffering breaks and static, but hopefully the gist of her message gets out.]

Captain's meeting --- Iska--t. --need to figure out ---- missing and how we're goin--to get--em back. Bring your ---t mates or confidants or ---ever you think might help----.

[She'll be waiting at the bar, drinking a water, looking worse for wear but determined. Come, take a seat, grab something to drink, offer your opinion or just observe.

Spirit in the wood, beat the hollow cane

[ginger_firebird]

Who: Everyone planetside

Broadcast: Not today

Action: Planetside

When: Today

There's a fine art to laying a curse. Whether it's a person or a place, the curse comes down to wishing. The sincere and honest hope for misery and pain is as natural as living and learning to deal with all manner of unpleasant happenstance. What displeases is often looked at as worthy of destruction.

Mantis, therefore, has much to wish for. While his initial agreement to find their medic was made in necessity, he also realized he needs some time alone with his thoughts. More importantly, he needs time to get used to the thoughts of the local wildlife and the people of the planet. Being set upon by hostiles is far from new to him, but it has been a long time since he's felt it so strongly. So deep in the bones of his surroundings.

He mutters under his breath as he walks, alert for any sign of brain activity, both primitive and advanced. His breath is filled with curses for the planet: for it to be starved of sunlight. For it to shrivel and die like fruit left out in the sun. For it's people to come at him to face a swift demise. At least others can be taken up with the comms tower, but he trusts the truly wise to know how to repair something so complicated. They have their specialty and he has his.

Furious as he is, there is a different noise cutting through his words as he walks out carefully in his leather uniform.

There is a hissing, almost gleeful laughter.

Communication Tower Shenanigans

[namisan]

Who: Anyone!
Broadcast: Not...yet. Working on that part??
Action: The Comms Tower
When: In the day or two after that zuper zecret broadcazt.

[A mingle for any and all people on the ground making their way toward the comms tower, and all science and tech wizardry that happens thereafter.  For any who can't follow coordinates on land, a light rain will spring up around the tower's general area after the first handful of hours has gone past, as per this broadcast here.]