[ This is an automated message relayed on an encrypted comms filter. It's about as vamped up as a filter can get. Nathan's voice is crisp and monotonous, like he's reading from a flight manual. ]
Comms has picked up a transmission underneath the earlier reported static. Be advised, shortly we will be making an announcement of a portion of our findings to the ship. The following audio will not be attached, however motivated individuals will no doubt discover it shortly after. Circulation is inevitable, but efforts should be made to delay such a release. All sections are advised to respond to the concerns of non-personel in a soothing and efficient manner until the message's source and purpose has been identified.
Please stand by for further details.
[ Attached: intercepted-transmission.wav; static that quite suddenly breaks into terrible screaming. ]
He's filling in for Sulu. Just remember, he's not the actual captain of the ship and he's not the one in charge down there. Don't let his presence get to you.
I haven't seen him this close up before. [ Scrunching his nose up. ] Do you think I can convince him to give the whole 'Space, the final frontier' speech?
You don't know what I'm talking about. [ A pause of disbelief. ] No, you don't, do you? Alright, fine, but you didn't hear it from me.
[ The most serious voice. What do you mean supposed to be busy? He also includes the first four notes of the theme tune, because there's no saying this without them. Bing, bing, bing, bing. ]
Space. The final frontier. These are the voyages. Of the Starship. Enterprise. It's five year mission. To explore strange. New worlds. To seek out. New life. And new civilisations. To boldly go. Where no man. Has gone before.
If we ever get the chance to choose useless crap that shows up in our lockers, I'm putting the Star Wars trilogy on order. Then we'll see who's strange.
Hey, Nill-- this is Jenna, the one running the dinners? Anyway, I just wanted to check a couple things with you, so give me a text back when you get a chance?
No rush, it's just-- [ aaaaaaaaaaaand looking down at the screen. ]
--crap, I totally misdialed and now I have no idea who I'm talking to. Sorry about this, person who hopefully isn't the creep who looks like my ex and thinks I'm a crazy drunk.
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