[VIDEO, shifting to ACTION potentially | 001: Arrival]

[standsentinel]

[By the background, Kaidan, outwardly a normal-looking dark haired man in his mid-30s, is still on the ship. Still beside the pod that's disgorged him even, as a blurry nameplate can be made out behind him if you squint. His own communicator has come to him in the form of a datapad, which he's currently holding out in from of him with the slight abstracted furrow to his brow commonly seen amongst iPad users as they try to make sure the camera's focusing. Some things carry down across centuries, apparently.]

Look. I don't know where the hell I am, but this sure as hell isn't the shuttle down to Vancouver. Everything's saying 'ship', but I'm not hearing engine noise and what little I've seen says this thing is way too big to be stealthed.

And there's another thing--

[He turns the datapad to let its camera pickup take in the pods along the corridor.]

That's not normal cryostasis like I'd call it. It looks more like prothean tech. So if anyone's picking up on this frequency, I could use a few answers.

[After a moment more, he stares at the camera and awkwardly rubs at the back of his neck with one hand as he's recalled to manners and lets the irritated command slide out of his voice.]

Uh. Please?

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[Video]

[relicrebellion]

It is not prothean. [That particular blend of certainty and abstraction could only really come from one asari - even if the slightly-disfocused image on the screen wasn't familiar.]

But it is oddly familiar.

[Action]

[flowing_kinetics]

Pro-what?

[Hi, Kaidan, do you want a 20XX-thug looking teen coming up behind you? Of course you do.]

[Audio]

[femshep]

[Audio because there's no way in hell he's seeing exactly how uncertain she's looking right now.]

Stay where you are.

I'm coming.

[video]

[knightoflight]

You are hearing nothing because the ship has crashed.

Apparently a considerable time before any of us awoke.

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[worldkiller]

< Pro...thean tech?* >

* translated from kyrptonian