[On the network pops up a rather unhappy face. Frankly put, it appears annoyed. Dressed in full hero get up, Karina frowns at the screen while studying it briefly. Everything looks like it's working like it's supposed to. Good, time to speak up.]

So this thing does work. A functioning whatever this is is the least these guys can do after dragging us into some strange world. It looks like such a complete dump, too. Upstairs is understandable, but making this underground place appear more like a livable space and less like something right out of a horror movie shouldn't be too much to ask for. [Then she sighs and mutters, more to herself than anything.] Seriously, who designed this place? Tiger?

[Only someone like that guy would have this lame of a style. It's all run down and crappy and everything.Maybe desperate times meant downgrading design, but come on. Kidnapping her is one thing; kidnapping her to a place this ugly is another.

Oh well, complaining can come later. More important things need to be done right now.]

My name is Blue Rose. I'm a hero from the city of Sternbild. If anyone has heard of this place or of someone from it, I'd appreciate being contacted as soon as possible. If any of the other heroes are here, that goes doubly for you guys.

[That last part sounds a bit high and mighty. As it should be. Those guys have to contact her asap so she could be sure they're okay. Especially Tiger. Who knows how much damage he's caused by now if he's here all alone.]

I also have a couple questions. What exactly is this 'Initiative', anyway, and [Her expression shifts into a sour, slightly confused one as she holds up a light blue towel with a cute, little, winking tiger on it.] how is a towel supposed to be a weapon?

[The man that appears is standing in the middle of the street. He is wearing a black kimono and a white haori bearing the number '6' in kanji beyween his shoulderblades. He is holding a key and a card in his right hand, signalling a new arrival to those who have been here longer.

His left sleeve is completely torn away, and his left arm is bleeding. It looks like it's been sliced into by a lot of tiny blades.

He doesn't look to be in pain, though. He's paying no heed to the injury. Mostly, he is looking vaguely irritated and decidedly unimpressed with his current situation.]

The explanation as to how I came to be here when I am supposed to be elsewhere was wholly inadequate. I am expecting a better one.

[His tone means 'right now, or else...'. He truly expects to be listened to and answered.]

Everyone breathing okay?

[One easygoing looking man grins into the camera. He just got his netbook after the bombing ordeal calmed down a bit and he's been fiddling with it all day! Now he knows how to use it and he's so proud of himself.]

Yes? Nice to meet you. The Initiative brought me in to help out this Resistance project of theirs, so I guess that makes us comrades? That's nice. You know what they say about friendship.

[What do they say about friendship, Nick? He has no clue.]

Anyway... I actually had a question. Is there anywhere around here I could find some playing cards? I was talking to someone down in the tunnels last week and thought game night might be a fun thing to do sometime. Maybe poker for some fun prizes? Haha.

[... He does not introduce himself. He thought it might make him mysterious, and it'll be a way to start a conversation later, right?]

[ The feed flicks on suddenly to show the lovely and interesting image of a rock wall, or perhaps it is the ceiling it is hard to tell. What is easy to tell is the owner is this has no idea how to use the netbook. But hey, after twenty minutes of pressing buttons and hoping something works this is significant progress.

The feed jerks and there is a long suffering sigh. Half of a woman appears on the screen, cut off awkwardly, she fumbles it with some more and for a few minutes the feed is a mixture of blurred imagines and more of the wall.

Once it stills the woman with long dark hair can be properly seen, she looks equal parts tired and frustrated, though she tries to appear as if she is neither. ]

Hello, my name is Kahlan. [ She offers a small smile. ] I am new here and as such I do not know what exactly is happening, other than there was some sort of attack. I require information, I will be most grateful to those willing to provide it. I hold no fondness for being in the dark [ Quite literally. ] about what is happening around me.

[When the video feed first turns on, all that's seen on screen is a shifting, jerking view of some sort of black and red fabric, the wall she's leaning up against, and some very heated muttering-] What is it that this blasted system has against holocomms, this is ridiculous-- [-but once the newcomer seems to have the notebook figured out, the video finally focuses on a teenage girl, her bone-white and harshly tattooed face mostly hidden under a heavy black hood. But the look in her eyes is clearly visible, and she is nooot the happiest camper right now.]

This new game of kidnapping me to these planets is going to stop, because the only "attacks" I care about are the ones my people are suffering back home. [....well, maybe not suffering suffering just yet, but teenage melodramatics. And once she has that out there, she sits back, yellow eyes still glowering darkly at the camera, but she forces herself to be a little more relaxed now.] I need information. The woman that met me this time was as useless as the last one. If any of you have seen a large, ugly red creature with lots of teeth, I want to know at once.

[That's right, no questions on what's going on; no concern at all except for the location of her still missing crew. So far. And for a second it looks like she's going to just leave it at that, but after second's hesitation:] And a man calling himself Captain Sallian, if you've met him. He's been injured recently, and it's important that I find him.