[The video turns on and there's a woman staring right at you. Messy blonde hair, dark skin and green eyes is about as much as you can see, as the bottom half of her face is covered by her jacket. Actually, there's something else: hints of a white... surface beneath her eyes. What is it? Hard to say from this view. Moving on.

She's still staring, rather intently at that, as she finally addresses those who are watching.]

That I would be asked to fight for them only shows me how little they know.

[She stops short of declaring whether or not she'll actually do so. Fighting for humans? It wasn't too long ago that she was involved in destroying their cities.

She's taken a bit of time to browse through the network before making herself known. Observation was an area Halibel excelled in, and she has learned quite a bit already.]

I'll only ask about one matter: my weapon's evolution.

Tell me as much as you're able to.

[Have a guy with a pretty strange voice. Like bitonal frog alien strange. ]

I had not thought myself a likely candidate to be recruited again, least of all by someone who was not Shepard.

I suppose it was foolish to think the strange occurrences of my life would be gone with her. Curious- [If he's going to say more it's drown out by a troubling cough, one that takes a moment to finally calm the hell down.

Well, best be straight to the point.] If any can direct me to the nearest medical facility I would be grateful.

[The video feed clicks on, showing a pretty young lady wearing blue and silver armor. One might notice dark circles under her eyes, making her look as though she hasn't had a good night's sleep in weeks. She doesn't acknowledge the netbook right away, instead staring down at the staff in her lap, eyebrows knitted together in thought.

After a moment, she finally looks up, addressing the camera, and rolls her eyes irritably.]

No one ever wants a mage around, I've noticed, unless they think we can be useful for something. And it's always something. First darkspawn, and now I'm fighting a blighted war for some strangers.

I think I'd rather the war, though, so I'll play along. Speaking of which - there are other Grey Wardens here. Or perhaps I still have to deal with darkspawn, but I'm trying to stay optimistic. So, if I may ask who's out there... Stroud? Anyone else from Vigil's Keep?

[She moves to reach for the 'off' button, but freezes. It wouldn't hurt to introduce herself to everyone else here, instead of being such an angry jerk all the time, she realizes. SIGH, her life is so hard. B(]

Ah, and - my name is Bethany Hawke. If I didn't just make it completely obvious, I'm one of your newest "transports." [She bows her head politely.] A pleasure, I'm sure.

[So. Shepard's caught wind of that children's book. Oh, yeah. And also the movies. :'D

She's leaning back in a chair, laughing as the video turns on.] Hey, Vanille, Sora. We're literary legends. [Her head shakes.] Team, I think we should all get together sometime, watch these movies. 

[Her chin rests in her palm, smirk still firmly planted on her face.] Weird, to think we were gone for so long, and time barely passed here at all.

Right. I was wondering if any of you might have come across... A hobby shop, maybe. I used to have model ships back on the Normandy, and if I'm going to be stuck here, I think I'd like to jazz my room up. [Yeah...

The big bad commander is...

totally a nerd.]