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Who: Cullen Rutherford
Broadcast: Fleetwide video
Action: The Marsiva
When: Now.

[It's with some hesitance that Cullen even touches the console. He knows how it works (somehow), but he's not exactly comfortable with the concept of broadcasting. His lips are set in a thin, grim line for a few moments as he thinks of what to say.]

--Maker's breath, this is absurd.

[That just about sums up his thoughts right now.]

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I have no doubt of that. [His tone could not be any more flat if he tried. Fortunately, he's no stranger to weird shit.]

I don't suppose I could ask for a warning?

Does "you might want to sit down for this" count as a warning?

I'm not likely to faint.

[That would be a rather loud clang of armor.]

Really? You've never passed out from being hot and stuffy in all that armor?

[ Ino, stop, give the poor guy the information he needs ]

No.

[Why do girls ask these questions.]

[ Wow, nice ... sense of humor, guy ...

She sighs. ]

Well, the most important thing you need to know is that we're being monitored at all times, and the more entertaining you are to the people watching all of us, the more you get paid.

Oh yeah, and you have a little implant that will help you understand how travel through outer space works and the languages everyone is speaking, stuff like that. I wouldn't recommend trying to take it out, someone already tried and it looked like it really hurt.