[Video] [FLEETWIDE] [Encrypted from Atroma]

[tallasaking]

[Tyrion's face appears on the screen, scarred and faintly bemused, as he peers at the feed, then shifts something off to the side. Some sort of computing device. He shifts it again, and the screen changes, narrows, with a small bit of scripts running along the top. He sighs, shakes his head a little.]

I need someone who has the communications augment. This ... this is not secure enough. It is secure, but not secure absolutely. Which is what we require.

[He grumbles, and goes back to fiddling with wires.]

Comments

[tallasaking]

.... I would really hate to lose this ship. All of my personal belongings are here.

[bryces_pup]

Well... [She makes a show of it to go to the nearest window where she can see the Marsiva.] Don't see a cannon coming out at the moment, so you miiiight be all right.

[tallasaking]

Well! Then I won't tell everyone to pack up and head for the proverbial hills, just yet. [He smiled crookedly t her.] Thank you, Riona. For caring. I promise I will be cautious.

[bryces_pup]

But of course. I lose you, and who would help me strike down traitorous blow up dolls?

[tallasaking]

I cannot think of another soul brave enough to take down those foul things.

[bryces_pup]

Nor I. If ever anyone else finds themselves in such peril, I'll be sure to point them to you.

[tallasaking]

You had better! We cannot risk them running free once more.