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[hollystrike]

Who: Katie McCoy and you.
Broadcast: Most definitely.
Action: ...the planet Lyuku, if you come looking, I guess?
When: Sept 7

[The problem with the investigations Katie's been doing over the past week is they've delivered her answers that she's reasonably sure nobody else will have. Which dilemma she probably should have expected if worst came to worst, but she's never been particularly good at planning ahead. Probably why she'll never get promoted, back home. (You know, apart from her general lack of reliability, but...)

The other problem is rock formations and trees and landmasses in general have no human sense of time, so the terrified message this world gives her could happen next year. Or it could happen in half an hour. She can't get enough coherency for specifics.

The other other problem is that every time she's tried to impart information to the Fleet it's been largely missed amidst the chaff she has to surround it with. Mikleo picked up one point last time. Edna and Sam also know, but that is too small a pool of people, and two of them have issues being noticed by most everyone else. This time, she can't afford anyone to not understand how very important this is.

In short, this is going to suck.]

URGENT

Singing planet sent the dreams. [One.]

Planet is terrified [Two.]

What we saw is coming to ths planet in the near fture [...three. Usually a limit.]

marsva sent us here ergo it will happenw hile wer'e here
ratings

evactuate peope
back la



[We're sorry. The pooka you're trying to talk to has passed out. Leave a message?  She's... kind of in the middle of nowhere if anyone has a way to track her down, sprawled under some pretty huge and old trees.  A geas to lie sucks.]

((Seriously, she won't be back to respond for at least a day. So feel free to threadjack others in this post and make her warning not be in vain.))

Comments

[padadin]

[...well, damn.]

Are you sure? How do you know? It won't be easy to make the natives just leave their homes based on our word.

[tempredmental]

i think she passed out

pidge should be able to track her location

[padadin]

Passed out? You think "it" has already started?

[tempredmental]

i dont know

[By now, he had met up with the other in the Huntress shuttle bay.]

mikleo got a ping on her location

were going to get her

[padadin]

Got it. I'll ask scientists in the planet if they know anything. Keep me updated.

[tempredmental]

yes sir

[hollystrike]

[Sorry, Shiro. A reply will come nearly three days later, in reasonably subdued tones.]

It never is, is it? Do you still want an answer to those questions? [She saw Sam hit the network.]

[padadin]

[He doesn't mind, considering the circumstances. In face, he appreciates the fact she still returns to the messages after what happened.]

If it's alright with you. I don't want to make you pass out again, but this is important information. Are you feeling better?

[hollystrike]

Hundred per cent. [Well, she's vastly improved. She'll take it.]

First of all, I suppose I should ask-- do you have any knowledge of the singing planets?

[padadin]

[If she's willing to talk, then he'll take it. She does sound fine, so he can worry more about the incoming doom now.]

I don't know every single detail of all the ones the fleet has visited, but they've been explained to me after you made your warning-

[hollystrike]

[That saves her a lot of messing around. Now she can skirt close to the truth by extrapolation, so--]

Most of them like to communicate in one form or another. Some more successful than others, like this one with all its dreams. I'm sensitive to such things, so I had a more direct conversation.

Lying is a very human concept. I think if an entire planet is practically shaking in terror, something very serious is on the way.