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Author Topic: TO: Roman Nikolaev / FROM: Daniel Blake  (Read 963 times)

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TO: Roman Nikolaev / FROM: Daniel Blake
« on: July 10, 2015, 08:08:12 PM »
The first thing seen on the screen is a shot of the sky. It's bright, clear blue. A couple birds of prey can be seen wheeling about in the distance. At the bottom of the screen is a tuft of brown, curly hair.

"Go-se, go-se, tah mah duh!"

Mara's voice can be heard, filled with more anger and frustration than Roman has ever heard in her.

"Please God, work! I'm begging you..."

Her voice is becoming panicked, absolutely desperate. The screen shakes violently. The face that pops in and out of view is Mara's but it is completely unfamiliar to Roman: instead of the calm, sedate, and on rare occasions cheerful face has been replaced with one racked with fear, grief and anxiety.

And then there is a brief flutter of realisation, and then a look of relief as the face settles into centre-screen.

"Oh thank God. Roman? Are you there?"

Mara looks into the screen, desperately searching for his reply. Of course it's obvious to Roman that this is a recorded message; there was no request for a live wave. Mara never was any good with technology. She waits for several more agonising seconds. It looks like she's going to cry...

"Roman?" she asks faintly. "I just don't have anyone else to call..."

She looks around on the screen; she's trying to figure out what's gone wrong. Either she figures it out or simply decides to continue because she's got no other options.

"We were attacked,"
she explains. Her voice levels out as she goes on. She's pulling herself together because she has to. She takes a deep breath. Her steely resolve is coming back. The Mara Roman knows is still there, fighting through.


"Those gorram Purple-Bellies found us. I don't know how but they found us. We're done."

There's a pause; there's something she is trying to say but she just can't form the words. Whatever it is seems like it is choking her.

"It's just me. I'm still on Ezra. I need help. I need... I need someplace to go, to get off-world, to lay low..."

There's a pause.

"I hope this gets through."

She pushes a button to end the recording and the message is sent.

Re: TO: Roman Nikolaev / FROM: Daniel Blake

Re: TO: Roman Nikolaev / FROM: Daniel Blake
« Reply #1 on: July 28, 2015, 12:51:42 AM »
A light blinked of his cortex, someone had left him a message. Curiously the young fellow opened it, trying to puzzle out just who it could be from. A tuff of brown hair sat at the bottom of the screen, Roman knew almost immediately, her voice made it clear as day.

His curiosity was quickly replaced by worry as she spoke more. There was an element of panic that he was not use to hearing. The purple bellies had found her, just like they had found his friends. They had to have a list of names, that was the only way they could be finding them like this. Perhaps he would have a good reason to leave this place after all.

Roman didn't even need a solid plan, he was ready to spring into action. He hit the record button and started to think out his next course of action. "It came through Tara," he started out, "I've got a place and I can be there in a heartbeat if you want to get off world fast. Just tell me where to be." The man spoke in a calm even tone, as if he really did have a good plan. He didn't really have a place to go, there was no way he would be staying at this place,not if there was even a chance they Purple Bellies knew about it.

 

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