video / backdated to 6/19

[meyneth]

Hey everyone. I've been designated as the new head chef following Loki's resignation, along with the co-head chef Nathaniel Saunders. I just wanted to say that if you have any concerns or feedback that you ought to direct it to us now, not Loki. Same goes to all our lovely assistants who work in the kitchens.

That being said, I wanted to remind everybody that if you have some type of complaint about the variety of foods in our meals, or lack thereof, it's a supply problem. We've only got so many types of ingredients in stock and most of them are your fundamentals, like flour and potatoes.

Everyone did a great job bringing spices and such from home and the Collective over the last couple months, so we're okay for now - but it won't last forever unless we keep up with it. If you want meals to stay at the level of quality we're at now, please remember to bring in foodstuffs whenever possible when we stop for supplies!

Anyway, that's all. The mess hall schedule won't be changing or anything like that. Thanks for your attention.

Video

[goodluckkobra]

[ Kobra has a little bit of grease on his face and his hair is greasy and sticking to the side of his head. Anyone who's been in the Ingress repairing would have seen him helping there. ]

Hey, so like... how does everyone feel about runnin'? 'Cause they already think we're guilty, anyway, and I don't care much if they think we're cowards, either. Who the fuck are they, anyway? The bravery police? Don't got nothin' to prove to these guys that's worth gettin' half our crew ghosted.

[ He doesn't think he's a coward, of course, but he didn't live this long not knowing when to cut and run, especially when there's children involved. Everyone's on board, so they're not leaving anyone defenseless if they just go. What's the point of staying and fighting? ]

Oh and they're potentially listenin' to everything we say on here, so might not wanna be makin' battle plans on anything that could be listened in on. Just sayin'.

[ He shrugs. ]

Video; Late at night on June 20th

[peridork]

[It’s late at night, a few hours after the announcement of the Cauducian’s intent to attack has been broadcast, when a video message from a tiny green face is sent out for the whole crew to consider.

Like much of the rest of the crew, Peridot is scared... But that also means she’s agitated. And she’s definitely not the type to sit around fretting uselessly when something is this wrong, in her eyes. No. Peridot is a gem of action. Action and vicious, unapologetic criticism.

As soon as the video feed picks up, she just launches right into it.]

( Gems react to: Appalling inefficiency and shoddy leadership methods )

[video;]

[sonywalkman]

Look, this "You killed my father, prepare to die" routine is all well and good (and yawn worthy), but I have an idea.

[In the back of his mind, he's thinking of Rocket telling him this is absolutely stupid, but then, so is this whole scenario. Dumb raccoon, being probably right. The inner-conflict registers on his face, but he doesn't remark on any of it. The "probably right" doesn't matter. Not in the face of (maybe) living.]

I don't know what happened, I don't even really care what happened. But I sure like living, so just...hear me out. We challenge them.

[He shakes his head, and his other hand at the MID.] Not like how you're thinking though. As a distraction. Seriously, two words, and just think about it alright?

Dance off.

[Yes, he does, in fact, look entirely serious about this.]

( text ) private broadcast

[hyperkinesia]

[ After the brief Ingress failure, Bruce was left on edge. It's always that sign that comes before the storm, and when it turns back on —but not to how it used to be— he tries to ready himself for when that storm hits.

Of course, never would he imagine this to have anything to do with what happened at Caducus Primary. It's been months, to him it's been over a year if he counts the time he went back home, but when he hears the message, the feelings of guilt and self-hate for what happened with that planet are very quick to resurface.

Actually they hit him like a freight train more than anything. He debates on what to do, but he does know he has to do something, and trying to reason with them or trying to fight is— it's not good. Bruce can't let those on board suffer potential casualties for something he did, and he certainly won't let the other Caduceans meet any similar end to all the lives lost when that planet was destroyed.

So, in the dead of night, when everything seems still but tension is nearly tangible in the air, Bruce locks himself up in the science department, keeps the lights turned off, and writes a message to be sent to the Caduceans.

It's very much private, but to anyone that may have managed to hack into the Caduceans' systems, the message will be accessible, although not possible to intercept before it reaches its destination. ]

This is Bruce Banner. I'm sending this from the Moira. I don't know if you know who I am, but I'm the one who destroyed Caducus Primary. I'm the one who can turn into that monster. The end of that planet wasn't at all intentional on my end, but it still happened, and I still am the one to blame for it. The rest of this crew had nothing to do with it— some even tried to stop the monster, many tried to help save as many people as possible. They're not to blame, and I don't want to see innocent people paying for something I did.

I have a proposal. I don't know if you'd find this an acceptable compromise, but I don't want you to suffer any more losses either by engaging in a fight. I just want this to end before anyone has to get hurt or even more lives are lost.

I'm willing to give myself up to you. I have a few conditions, and a few necessities for my presence around you to not become dangerous, but if you are willing to listen and discuss possibly doing this, then you know how to get in touch with me.