[Voice - Broadcast - Shipside] [Text - Broadcast - Planetside]

[timelysteward]

Right - right is this thing on? Oh good. Good good.

[Ahemming. Ahem hem hem.]

Greetings, fellow ...Fleeters. I have come up with a list of supplies which need to be sent to the surface, and am starting to put together such supplies so we can get them down to our poor compatriots. I understand that Victor is also getting messages to go down as well - and I know we have vocal communications, but it is Important To Moral that our people know we are thinking of them! So, I am going to start a ... a text round, and feel free to add on your messages!

As for us, we are all doing a splendid job staying alive and not crashing down into the surface to be eaten by wild beasts! So well done us!

[Excellent. Encouragement Given.]

Right, sally forth, all.

[Text]
Do not fear, friends! Instead please eat, rest, and repair the ships with these carefully cataloged supplies that I have written out the full list of what they are, what quantity, and where they should go.

We are with you in spirit, and hopefully soon in the flesh!

Well. Except for those of us who are clocks. Or candlesticks. Or robots. You know what I mean.

Comments

voice

[english_dignity]

[Amused, still working on the systems.]

I'd say I'd rather they be up here with us than the reverse.

Text

[whatisright]

I have discovered the locations of the Vieziri bases.

What resources can those in orbit spare for a planetside attack? And do you have a record of where all the crashed ships are located?

text

[samahl]

You're as sweet and thoughtful as ever, Captain.

[This may also be Cyril's way of letting Cogsworth know he's all right.]