text;

[suicidemission]

[ Chuck's incredibly jittery and doing anything beyond texting is something he cannot even fathom at the moment. He'd ignored the device, at first. It was not his, and he didn't want it or need it and he damn sure didn't trust it. The person who'd found him in the pool had to explain what it was and what it was for.

That said, he is far too shaken to use it properly. It takes several tries to get out what little he manages to type. ]

This is Ranger Charles Hansen R-CHAN_512.66-D reporting in. Can anyone hear me?


[ For the moment, that's enough. It's all he can fucking manage right now and there's a distinct pause between this typed segment and the rest of what he wants - what he WILL - to say.

he's alive, he's alive, this isn't possible, he pushed the button, heard the explosion, felt the fires, heard it, smelled it --

fuck fuck fuck -- ]

I repeat, this is Ranger Charles Hansen. I am requesting information on Rangers Raleigh Becket and Mako Mori, location and status. Please advise: Was the mission a success?

Comments

[rosswood]

idk

[SO HELPFUL.

To be fair Alex didn't ask his name.

In fact he was equally helpful in that situation as he's being now. So points for consistency?]

said it was a drivesuit or some shit
military blah blah blah

[suicidemission]

[ omfg u r so useless.

ish. at least chuck knows there's someone here. he's got a feeling who and it's just his fucking luck but maybe it's stacker. mmmmaybe their pods somehow got through the bomb strapped to strikers back...

nah. still. hope! ]

yeah. alright. thanks mate

[rosswood]

no problem
good luck rick

[suicidemission]

it's chuck

[rosswood]

as in how much wood could a woodchuck

[suicidemission]

[ uh ]

sure

[rosswood]

neat
i'm alex

[suicidemission]

a real pleasure

[rosswood]

i try
go find your spaceman buddy