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[The image on the feed is shaky and improperly focused at first on the ground.]
I need help. Medical and otherwise.
[Keith’s voice is terse, strained. The camera moves fo focus on an injured Steak. His coat has been tattered to shreds by their attackers, blood pouring from his ever exposed abdomen, puncture wounds bitten into his sides. Though he’s currently breathing, applying pressure to one of the wounds in his side, he’s several shades paler than he’d like to be and his horns — and this is the most offensive part of all — have been slightly chipped at the tips.]
We were attacked by some weird tentacled creatures -- didn’t look like anything I’ve seen around this planet before. They were… [A beat, a sharp breath as he tries to gather his thoughts.] Sneaking around the temples. Working together. Intelligent. Didn’t want to be seen.
Someone else was there, too. He disappeared, looked like he was in bad shape. Anyone know where he is?
[The camera moves away from Steak, now focusing on Keith who has a fairly deep, bloody gash across his face.]
Are these things the Null? Or .. does anyone know what these creatures are? Seemed like they might’ve been using the stampede as cover to do some recon. Might’ve been able to mess with some emotions, hard to say.
[Steak clears his throat, straightening up as he does so. Most importantly:]
Their attacks are powerful, despite their size. [They’re certainly not as large as some of the Fallen Angels he’s come across at home] No one should fight them alone. [Or, perhaps, at all.]
I need help. Medical and otherwise.
[Keith’s voice is terse, strained. The camera moves fo focus on an injured Steak. His coat has been tattered to shreds by their attackers, blood pouring from his ever exposed abdomen, puncture wounds bitten into his sides. Though he’s currently breathing, applying pressure to one of the wounds in his side, he’s several shades paler than he’d like to be and his horns — and this is the most offensive part of all — have been slightly chipped at the tips.]
We were attacked by some weird tentacled creatures -- didn’t look like anything I’ve seen around this planet before. They were… [A beat, a sharp breath as he tries to gather his thoughts.] Sneaking around the temples. Working together. Intelligent. Didn’t want to be seen.
Someone else was there, too. He disappeared, looked like he was in bad shape. Anyone know where he is?
[The camera moves away from Steak, now focusing on Keith who has a fairly deep, bloody gash across his face.]
Are these things the Null? Or .. does anyone know what these creatures are? Seemed like they might’ve been using the stampede as cover to do some recon. Might’ve been able to mess with some emotions, hard to say.
[Steak clears his throat, straightening up as he does so. Most importantly:]
Their attacks are powerful, despite their size. [They’re certainly not as large as some of the Fallen Angels he’s come across at home] No one should fight them alone. [Or, perhaps, at all.]
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Well, uh-- t-thank you! I'll-- I'll keep an eye out if you're ever, uhm, out and about or doing something or need help and-- yeah!!
[Okay yes she has to Go.]
Feel free to come by the Lab if you want to know more about them! The Null, I mean, not uh, these guys, I d-don't know anything about them. I mean not anything! I know stuff!
[FUCK]
[video]
Alright. Thank you.
( He'll keep that in mind. But, to save the poor lizard's sanity, he's also going to be off. )
[video]
Yeah noproblemseeyou--
[And she just cuts the feed effective immediately.]