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(last updated: 1/21/19)

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[ The display turns on once the device is picked up. A text-only message from an unidentified frequency is open, but the words are that hazy kind of illegible that only comes from dreams -- which is probably a good thing... but it still sparks a memory.

Outside the window, a nebula burns bright - a swirling chaos of colors that the ship appears to be headed right into. Fast. The artificial gravity fluctuates as the ship's course turns into anything but smooth sailing. The lights flicker erratically before snapping off completely. The communicator crackles and buzzes with interference, though beneath the white noise come a few sounds: a panicked scream. A commanding voice telling everyone to hold steady. An angry, pained yell that Vash will probably recognize as Kid.

Down the hallway, Vash can hear more yelling behind closed doors - more panic, uncertainty. But it all stops when Dr. Mrs. The Monarch's voice rises above all of them: "It's gonna get worse before it gets better! So I suggest holding on to something, because we sure as hell won't back down now!"

And then abruptly, the memory ends and everything in the room is back to normal - except for a few knickknacks that have fallen onto the floor.

The communicator has a new unread message, from the same unidentified frequency. This one is marked URGENT. It's probably pretty tempting to open it...

But Dr. Mrs. The Monarch's voice comes over an intercom! ]

I found the exit. It's through Engineering. It's locked with a number code so I'll tell you what it is when you get there.

[Instinctively Vash's head whips towards the sound of Kid's voice. Concerned that she sounds like she might be in pain. What was happening? There was so much happening at once to take in.

He tries to make his way down the hallway. Listening to the panicked yelling as he goes. Even knowing he wasn't really apart of this memory he was seeing his arm still reach out to grab something at Dr. Mrs. The Monarch's command. She really was a natural leader.

Breathing with pent up adrenaline that is left behind with the sudden end of the memory. Almost without thought his thumb starts to move towards the message marked URGENT when the voice snaps him back to the task at hand.]

Ah. I think-- I saw a nebula. You were saying something about it getting worse before better... [He looks down at that urgent message again.] There's an urgent message here now. [He turns towards Engineering even as he speaks.] Should I look at that?

A nebula? And an urgent message? What-- [ Realization! ] Oh my God.

Okay, no, do not open that message. That might be something they want to see. The bastards already knew the nebula was part of how we got away, but there's a good chance that message is linked to how we stayed away. [ Beat. ] Until now. Ugh.

[ Nothing changes - the notification light is still blinking, and that urgent message is still practically begging to be opened. ]

[It's so hard to resist. It's a button. A blinking button. A blinking button that's marked urgent!!! But Vash knows if someone was in his head he wouldn't want someone touching things he told them not to. With great effort he puts the communicator down. The temptation almost too great while he's holding it.]

Okay. Engineering. I'm on my way. [And with his long legs he'll be there soon.]

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