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[serves]

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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[blindoptimism]

It's... [SHE'S GONNA DO IT BETTER THIS TIME, last time she was a mess trying to explain the idea]

You see how we're talking to each other through this screen? A television is a device that can also play images and sound. Everything that we do here on these ships, is recorded and is projected to these televisions throughout the galaxy.

Ah... that is, if our hosts are to be believed. That is the reason that we've been given for our captivity.

[serves]

Entertainment.

[The word is said bitterly. He's not fond of what he's been hearing.]

Do you believe them, our hosts?

[blindoptimism]

So far everything that we've encountered aligns with their story. If it is true, then what they're doing is... [she tries to restrain a slight sigh] deplorable.

But I believe that we will be able to find a way to return home. There are so many of us here, and many talented, interesting, and intelligent people. With so many heads coming together, I'm sure we'll discover something.

[serves]

[The optimism is a little sugary, but it reminds him of the Inquisitor, just a little. The faith that things will work out, in the end.]

I'll do my best to assist in any way that I can.