First Report [Video]

[hawkejunior]

[By now, Carver and his sister have been frightened enough times by the bizarre, talking magical books that appeared in their possessions. They speak in voices and change every day, so it took some tinkering before they were able to figure out how, precisely, to work them.

But now they have. Sort of.

Carver's face appears in the image, glaring, focused in entirely too close for him to know what he's doing with it. He taps on it a few times and once he can see himself, tries to adjust so he's a little easier to see.]

Hello? Is anyone there? Can anyone hear me? [It statics, because he's yelling into it.] Maker! Damn this blighted thing...

[Giving up on trying to make the communicator work, he goes back to the subject at hand.]

If anyone can hear this, my name is Warden-Ensign Carver Hawke. My sister and I- I don't know how we got here, but we're here. We came out of that- that metal building back there.

We're holed up in a little shack not far from that metal building, on the south side of the mountain. I don't know if anyone else is out there, but if they are--

[He coughs, clears his throat, and his voice turns all business.]

I'm going to go ahead and assume this is somewhere in the Anderfels, so you'll probably know what a Grey Warden is. So in that case I'd like to request some food and supplies for both myself and my sister, who is not a Warden, but you're going to be damned bloody sorry if you refuse to her.

And if nobody else is out there... well, then we're in a pile of shit, aren't we...

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[hawkejunior]

[Wow... that's a lot more help than Carver expected to get. He nods gratefully for the advice.]

Thank you for the help, Major Alenko. My sister and I will thank you in person when we reach the settlement.

Am I to understand this is sort of a... permanent arrangement, us being here?

[standsentinel]

[Kaidan's just Captain Canada over here. One hand lifts, rubbing wearily at the back of his neck, as the smile fades out to something a little more absent-minded.]

For the moment. We don't know just what year this is, but we do know that people have arrived from different times, different worlds, and even different realities. Some folks are studying the ship for clues. Others are trying to sort out the situation here -- there's, ah, a bit of a war on. So be careful on your way to the Flop.

[Hey, compared to the apocalyptic scale of the threat posed by Reapers, the Authorities count as a 'bit'.]

[hawkejunior]

War and the unknown. Well, at least this place is doing its best to make me feel at home.

[He sighs and reaches up, adjusting the gauntlets on one of his hands.]

Thanks for the warning. Between my sister and I, we can handle pretty much anything. [Excepting ogres, that one time.] Anything else we should know before we head out?

[standsentinel]

[Kaidan huffs a laugh at that, wryly appreciative of the sentiment, and runs one hand across the silvering patches at his temples.]

You and me both, kid. But I think that's it, at least to get you to the Flop safely. South side of the mountain, near the ship... hang on.

[His eyes drop downwards out of focus, and a moment later Carver's communicator pings, chimes, or does whatever it does to alert to a new message and/or file. Have a map, Hawkes.]

[hawkejunior]

[KID? Carver tries not to show his ire at that, biting back an angry retort... if only because Kaidan's been so helpful.

He just might jump a bit ]

Thanks. We'll be on our way shortly.

[standsentinel]

[Kaidan's half a grin suggests he's picked up on a little of that bitten-back ire and, both several steps up the rank ladder and just old enough to theoretically be Carver's dad, by the look of the young ensign, seems a little amused by it, in an affable fashion.]

Raise me on this thing when you get there, or if you need a hand along the way -- you can contact specific people here if you have their name.

[hawkejunior]

[Do yourself a favor and never, ever say as much to him, Kaidan. He'll freak right out.]

I think we'll be all right, but I will, Major. Thank you.