The First Sortie [Voice]

[yellowthirteen]

[There’s a brief sound of static, and a gust of wind.]

…This is a priority two distress call. I am extra-vehicular and need an extraction immediately. Repeating, this is Yellow 13 sending a priority two distress call. I’m without my gear in the snow. No sign of my plane anywhere. Presence of the enemy is unknown at this time.

[Another gust of wind tears through the recording, followed by a very audible shiver.]

Can anyone read me? …Just where am I?

Comments

[martelandmany.livejournal.com]

It's alright, we hear you. You aren't alone.

What can you see around you? I'll be there as soon as I can, then we can get you back to the village and explain things.

[yellowthirteen.livejournal.com]

[A response. That's a start. Hopefully it's not ISAF...]

I see a heavily wooded area all around me. And I'm next to the shore of a large, frozen lake.

[martelandmany.livejournal.com]

I'll be there in a minute. [It's more like five or ten, but she'll show up. She doesn't look too threatening, does she? She'll be stepping toward you, offering a rather oversized jacket she brought along just in case. It's better than being shirtless.]

Here, until we get back to the village. [A pause, and then:] My name is Martel. I'll show you the way to the Center for a hot meal and some explanations.

[yellowthirteen.livejournal.com]

[...Well, she's unarmed and definitely isn't an ISAF soldier. He'll accept the jacket cautiously but put it on quickly. He's a little uneasy about following someone he's just met, but he's certainly not going to want to freeze to death out here.]

Thank you, ma'am.

[Martel might notice Thirteen staring at her as they walk. Or more specifically, her green hair. So... weird.]

[martelandmany.livejournal.com]

[She notices for sure, but says nothing until, after walking a bit through the village, she lets them into the Center. It's a well-lit wood-walled room with a massive map of the area on one wall and a few tables. There's a slight hallway in the back corner. She nods toward one of the chairs.]

Anything specific you'd care to eat?

[yellowthirteen.livejournal.com]

[This whole place is definitely foreign. No place in Eursea is anything like this village...]

Whatever you have to spare. Thank you.

[martelandmany.livejournal.com]

[Alright, she's got a half-pot of soup left, still pretty warm. She tries to have soup on at all times, in this weather. She'll be bringing him a bowl with a spoon, setting it on one of the tables.] No objections to chicken soup?

[yellowthirteen.livejournal.com]

[He'll look at her briefly, then look at the bowl. He'll pick it up and smell the broth, taking in the warmth. A small smile tugs at his lips. This will be good after being out in the cold.]

Not at all. Thank you again.

[He'll fumble the spoon a little bit; his hands are still feeling frozen.]

[shieldandvalor.livejournal.com]

Loud and clear! Uh, I'm guessing you're not near the village...

[yellowthirteen.livejournal.com]

[What a strange voice...]

I'm no joy on any village nearby. Someone is on her way out to meet with me.

[shieldandvalor.livejournal.com]

No joy? That's pretty bad, isn't it. [It just sounds bad. There's no joy! D|] Oh, but someone's helping you already? Good to hear!

[yellowthirteen.livejournal.com]

[...Probably a civilian.]

"No joy" means I can't see it. And yes, someone's headed this way.

[Voice]

[13th_captain]

[That lingo sounds familiar... he's going to guess he's speaking to a fellow soldier here.]

You're not going to find your plane here.

[Voice]

[yellowthirteen.livejournal.com]

[Yellow 13 makes an annoyed grunt at hearing this, but it's not so much the delivery as it is the news itself.]

I see. Who am I addressing at the moment?

[Voice]

[13th_captain]

Captain Arumat P. Thanatos, 13th Independent Armored Division of the Eldarian military. And yourself?

[Voice]

[yellowthirteen.livejournal.com]

Major David Jordan, commander of the 156th Tactical Fighter Wing, Federal Erusian Air Force. ...Just call me Yellow 13.

[Voice]

[13th_captain]

[He'll grunt in response.]

Unfortunately, titles mean nothing here in Luceti. We're little more than prisoners at the mercy of our captors.

[Voice]

[yellowthirteen.livejournal.com]

So I've read. It seems we're in a very difficult situation. Is there anything I should know about hostiles in the area?

[Voice]

[13th_captain]

There's a blond man who dresses in black... you'd do well to avoid him. Whatever he is, he's not human. Of that, I have no doubt.

[voice]

[inabook]

[Since it seems he's gotten help-]

Your 'plane...'?

[Voice]

[yellowthirteen.livejournal.com]

[And he's resting in the Welcome Center... the cold weather will really take a lot out of you.]

Yes. I'm a pilot.

...Have you not heard of airplanes before, miss?

[Voice]

[inabook]

They're machines you use to fly... correct? I've seen them mentioned in books here but not in much detail.

[Voice]

[yellowthirteen.livejournal.com]

Yes, that's right. Back home, I fly fighter aircraft for my country's air force.

[Voice]

[inabook]

You're a soldier, then.

[Voice]

[yellowthirteen.livejournal.com]

I am. I serve the Federal Republic of Erusea.