[ This evening, the calm image of a fair young woman appears over the network. Faintly pointed ears pierce through her jet-black hair. When she speaks it is in a soft alto, almost shy, as this is her first time addressing the network as a whole in this manner. ]

Father...grandmother. I have returned. [ She does not attempt a filter. She is confident her family will see, and she is keeping no secrets. Yet.

Her attention then turns to a larger audience. ] It has been some time. I would know, fellow Transports, what has transpired here since I was away? If any are able to indulge me.

[ Anyone in, or around, Unit 810 may very well run into Arwen in person, as she returns to her temporary home. ]

[ Look who's showing his face again on the network after ducking his head throughout that entire undead affair! No worse for the wear, of course, seated upon a cushy armchair with a wine glass in hand, next to a roaring fire. Apparently some are living in the lap of luxury despite living in a world of utter dismay.

For some reason or another, Prestor is appearing even more pompous than usual, made even more evident in his snide tone once he opens his mouth. ]

What an unfortunate turn of events lately. It's such a pity the Initiative was not there to diligently protect us from a most unexpected undead apocalypse. [ You hear a faint I told you so, I told you so echo in your thoughts. The voice is chilling. ] That is why it is better to rely on one's own strength than that of the group, or at least one so large. Divide and conquer, you know. It's simple strategy. I see they have yet to implement this, though. You'd think they put more capable commanders in charge, but it's not my place to judge, now is it?

[ Prestor raises his glass to his audience, lips cracking into a grin. ]

But I am curious of your battles, your greatest triumphs, your most renowned accomplishments. After all, it's not bragging if it's true. And who doesn't love a little indulging of heroics?

Tell me of the moment you pride yourself most upon in your life. A moment of glory to lift ourselves from despair.