2676613
Five-Minute fiction - 00:21-00:26
… he made a note of the names, and hoped he would be able to file the necessary paperwork.
‘Shaw! Dalton! Sitrep!’ Thrope called into the mic.
Comm-chatter filled the frequency as he tried to sift through the stream of voices. His suit, adjusting for the voice-ids imprinted in its memory separated out the feeds from Shaw and Dalton.
‘A-okay,’ Dalton replied, and a quick glance at his overlay confirmed the status report for Thrope.
‘I’m a little singed, and the rig is completely wrecked. Whatever they’re using for dispersion is mighty powerful,’ Shaw added.
Shaw’s meter ticked up and down, wavering slightly near the higher end of the spectrum.
‘I need you to calm down, Shaw,’ Thrope said into the mic. ‘And I need everyone back in formation. We’re going to have to change the method,’ he said, the suit broadcasting the last part of the message to the rest of the team.
The blips fell back into formation, and reduced the gaps left by the three…
Five-Minute fiction - 00:21-00:26
… he made a note of the names, and hoped he would be able to file the necessary paperwork.
‘Shaw! Dalton! Sitrep!’ Thrope called into the mic.
Comm-chatter filled the frequency as he tried to sift through the stream of voices. His suit, adjusting for the voice-ids imprinted in its memory separated out the feeds from Shaw and Dalton.
‘A-okay,’ Dalton replied, and a quick glance at his overlay confirmed the status report for Thrope.
‘I’m a little singed, and the rig is completely wrecked. Whatever they’re using for dispersion is mighty powerful,’ Shaw added.
Shaw’s meter ticked up and down, wavering slightly near the higher end of the spectrum.
‘I need you to calm down, Shaw,’ Thrope said into the mic. ‘And I need everyone back in formation. We’re going to have to change the method,’ he said, the suit broadcasting the last part of the message to the rest of the team.
The blips fell back into formation, and reduced the gaps left by the three…
… he made a note of the names, and hoped he would be able to file the necessary paperwork.
‘Shaw! Dalton! Sitrep!’ Thrope called into the mic.
Comm-chatter filled the frequency as he tried to sift through the stream of voices. His suit, adjusting for the voice-ids imprinted in its memory separated out the feeds from Shaw and Dalton.
‘A-okay,’ Dalton replied, and a quick glance at his overlay confirmed the status report for Thrope.
‘I’m a little singed, and the rig is completely wrecked. Whatever they’re using for dispersion is mighty powerful,’ Shaw added.
Shaw’s meter ticked up and down, wavering slightly near the higher end of the spectrum.
‘I need you to calm down, Shaw,’ Thrope said into the mic. ‘And I need everyone back in formation. We’re going to have to change the method,’ he said, the suit broadcasting the last part of the message to the rest of the team.
The blips fell back into formation, and reduced the gaps left by the three…