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[cortexual]

[ Cue up one particularly irate face. He's trying his hardest to act calm, to not to let the vein by his temple throb with his obvious distaste. It's an obvious struggle between professionalism and an outright rant, one that'll spread and engulf all in its wake like a broken levy. If it breaks. Probably not a good idea to find out.

Or do. Whichever. ]

To anyone who reads this transmission, this is Starfleet officer Leonard McCoy speakin'. Anyone affiliated with Starfleet or the Federated Planets, please respond immediately. [ And he does mean immediately, because to hell with this standing out in the open shit! He's just asking to be kidnapped by unfriendly natives. ] Or, Hell, I'd take a damn Nibiran at this point...

[ With a grim huff, he looks askance for a moment before his attention rests back on the screen. The likelihood another officer is going to hear his transmission seems moot, so he tries for a Plan B as well. ]

I'll also take a point in the direction of whatever passes for a foreign embassy or emergency care facility around here...

McCoy out.

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[notthesecondworstfighter]

[Oh, oh! Someone who sort of speaks his language! That is, space and possibly military. Space at the very least.]

I read you. This is Agent Washington. I'm afraid...I don't know that anyone affiliated with those groups is here.

[There could be. He's not sure. Hasn't met anyone who's mentioned it, anyway...]

There's no embassy either, but we do have a clinic. It's on the first floor of the mansion. Are you injured?

[cortexual]

[ Agent? Agent of what? Be specific! ]

No, I'm not injured, I'm a doctor. [ He might as well survey their level of medical technology while he's here. What else is he to do? ] And just what are you an agent of?

[notthesecondworstfighter]

[Whoops! He's a little out of practice and that completely slipped his mind.]

Oh! That's good! I mean, it's good you're not injured, but also that you're a doctor. I think we can always use more of those around here.

[The question makes him realize his mistake, and instantly Wash stiffens and hurries to answer, like that'll make up for the slip up.]

--Project Freelancer. I'm an agent with Project Freelancer, associated with the UNSC. That's the United Nations Space Command, if, uh. If you're not familiar.

[cortexual]

No, can't say I am...

[ He knows of the United Nations, sure, but that doesn't exist anymore. ]

You the only officer from your division here?

[notthesecondworstfighter]

I had a feeling. I'm not familiar with Starfleet or Federated Planets, so...

[It was kind of a tip-off. They're from different worlds, for sure, but it's possible that they're not terribly different? Who knows.]

I am, yeah. Unfortunately. [Only sort of unfortunately, though. He misses everyone, but at the same time, they're safer not being here, ultimately.]