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[The feed begins with a good view of a floor covered in books and an overturned bookshelf. Gunfire can clearly be heard in the background, as well as voices that can't quite be made out coming from the other side of a wall.
And then, much louder, an enormous crash. The sound of metal hitting metal hard can be heard, preceded and followed by the same voices loudly yell at each other.
A quick adjustment later and the camera is pointing at Robin's face now, the expression she's wearing is extremely concerned, to say the absolute least.]
WHAT'S HAPPENING?! ARE WE UNDER ATTACK?
[That's literally the only thing she can imagine as the cause of this racket at the moment - and it isn't as though the Moira's crew hasn't made it's share of enemies in it's travels. And that's just the crew - who knows who the Captains, or the ship's previous crew, have pissed off in their time?]
If anyone gets this this, let me know what's happening! I'm stuck in my office right now - we never talked about battle stations before, I don't know what to do!
[The Moira might not be Robin's favorite place in the multiverse, but it is the ship she's currently residing on - she doesn't want it to be destroyed. Or, if it's going to be destroyed, she'd at least like to know far enough ahead of time to grab the people important to her and bail on the Tourist.
She's interrupted again by the sound of a large metal hull scraping against the floor.]
Allison! Sine! Doc Yewll! Chara! If you can, try to meet me in the hangar! Maybe we can get out!
[Of course, the ship isn't actually under attack, but Robin doesn't know that. She's just unfortunate enough to have this mess happening like 40 feet from the door to her office.]
And then, much louder, an enormous crash. The sound of metal hitting metal hard can be heard, preceded and followed by the same voices loudly yell at each other.
A quick adjustment later and the camera is pointing at Robin's face now, the expression she's wearing is extremely concerned, to say the absolute least.]
WHAT'S HAPPENING?! ARE WE UNDER ATTACK?
[That's literally the only thing she can imagine as the cause of this racket at the moment - and it isn't as though the Moira's crew hasn't made it's share of enemies in it's travels. And that's just the crew - who knows who the Captains, or the ship's previous crew, have pissed off in their time?]
If anyone gets this this, let me know what's happening! I'm stuck in my office right now - we never talked about battle stations before, I don't know what to do!
[The Moira might not be Robin's favorite place in the multiverse, but it is the ship she's currently residing on - she doesn't want it to be destroyed. Or, if it's going to be destroyed, she'd at least like to know far enough ahead of time to grab the people important to her and bail on the Tourist.
She's interrupted again by the sound of a large metal hull scraping against the floor.]
Allison! Sine! Doc Yewll! Chara! If you can, try to meet me in the hangar! Maybe we can get out!
[Of course, the ship isn't actually under attack, but Robin doesn't know that. She's just unfortunate enough to have this mess happening like 40 feet from the door to her office.]