002 ⌥ VOICE

[femshep]

[In sharp contrast to her professional tone the last time she addressed the public, this time she's most definitely pissed. In a more level voice than she'd like to use:]

I don't know who you are or what you want, but stay the fuck out of my head.

[Yeah, Charles, this means you. Years of being mindraped by ancient alien beacons of doom and then a dozen curious asari have made her profoundly sensitive to when someone's poking around inside her head.

She's not going to put out any threats. She's hoping she doesn't have to. Her point's been made.]

[ ooc: sorry for posting again so soon, I'm done spamming the comm after this one. |D She just. Wouldn't have let this slide, and this is the only way to make sure whoever it is (cough charles cough) hears it.]

[Video | Public]

[most_feared]

[He has supposed since coming here that, since this is an alien planet, he'll have to be honest with his name (or lack thereof) in public. Hell, if any of these people go back to his neck of the woods when the ship's fixed all he has to do is send out a team and have a nice new memory written down for them. Everybody else should be in the clear.

So a little bit more honest of a public introduction than most civilians get. Though he doesn't look as official as he'd like, he's wearing an old overcoat and a high collared shirt that he's scavenged. But his expression is stony and earnest and makes up where the lack of suit detracts.]

If I've not spoken with you, my name is Agent K. I'm a protection officer from Earth. Right now, I need a technician, if we've got one, to help me have a look at one of these.

[He holds up the collar that came from Charles.]

I got a few ideas on how it might work but I'm not 100%. I also want to make sure this three person business is the most reliable way to get one off.

[Audio]

[buckingauthority]

[If anyone was wondering where Starbuck's been the past few days? She's been at the underground hospital, in a telepathy induced coma. Call it an involuntary time out. But now she's awake again and she's gotten hold of her comm device while the overworked staff were trying to deal with other patients. She speaks with a tense, frantic whisper.]

Listen to me. There's a Cylon model on the planet. I've seen two of them, but there may be more. They look exactly the same and go by the name of Charles Xavier. One of them did something to me. You've gotta believe me. You have to stop them. They're a threat, a threat to the safety of every-

No, no no! Give that back, I need to-

[There's a yell and a scuffle. Someone's getting punched in the face. Make that two. More commotion, the sound of trolleys, bedpans and other medical shit getting knocked over and tossed around.]

Get off me!! Get the frak off-!

[More sounds of a struggle and a call for someone to get the damned sedative already. The transmission cuts off. Kara's device has been confiscated so she won't be able to reply.]