[There is silence and then a soft whispering female voice, clearly making notes to herself.]

..nd, through a series of small, reversible changes, making it completely unmaintainable by anyone except yourself

[Suddenly there is a blood curdling scream followed by a loud boom as if something has exploded. The voice post suddenly gains video footage of rolling material before it is momentarily covered. There is a dizzying shifting of the camera as the phone is drawn out of the bed sheets and held up for inspection by the user. Then the swearing of a male voice starts as the lights go on in the room.]

Gotta be fucking kidding me! Piece of shit! What asshole... fuck!

[The camera lights on a very naked man as he stumbles across to a wall of the bedroom that is clearly blown out based on the hole in it and the drywall plaster in bits on the floor. The man in question stumbles to the wall, clearly previously asleep as the cursing continues in a long string of a volatile tirade. His prosthetic leg is obvious even in the dark as the light of the camera glints off the metallic rings that adheres it to his mid-thigh. His two-tone hair is messed up and his tattoos are clear on his skin as he turns around, given a full frontal of his nudity. Thankfully there are some shadows in the room that the camera doesn't pierce.]

Fucking shit... what was screaming? You've got to be shitting me... you're recording this?

My apologies, Jake-sama. It was an automatic reaction.

[Kriem's tone suggests otherwise. The scream may have startled her, but how long has it been since she'd seen her handsome boyfriend be surprised like that? It is an opportunity she couldn't pass up!]

Fuck you, Kriem. Turn that goddamn thing off. You're showing off my assets here, and I haven't put my make-up on.

[His voice is slightly mocking at the end, as if there's some teasing from an earlier event in their lives. He looks around again before stomping back to the bed and lays down. Then there's a snort of laughter before two voices are chuckling and the video shuts off.]

[ If the Initiative ever wanted proof of how well they expanded their network's range, this would be it.

Normally Caesar isn't prone to using video, but this will be one of his few exceptions. He's sitting in a large metal chair, one with all sorts of technical whatzits and doodads that he'll never ever fully understand on his own attached. For those more future-inclined, it looks an awful lot like the captain's chair of, say, a spaceship's bridge. He waits a few beats until he's sure the tablet, either held by someone else or propped up on something across from him, is broadcasting. ]

Good evening, Exsilium.

If someone would be kind enough to go wake the Initiative up for us and let them know we have something large, space-faring, and very high up above the island right now that we'd like to bargain with them for, that would be really great.

( OOC note: Feel free to threadjack! This is totally a threadjackable post. )

[ Sokka is sitting cross-legged on his bed, leaning against the wall. There seem to be a few books scattered around next to him as he leans forward to address the camera. The young man scratches at his chin, then speaks. ]

Heeeey, everyone. I've been doing some reading and stuff and I was wondering if there's anyone who could give me a hand, now.

[ He holds up one of the books, the worn and battered volume open to show a diagram of a car's engine. ]

Is there anyone who can show me how to work with an internal combustion engine?

[The person on the video is...strange to say the least. He’s wearing an unusual, bubble-like helmet that seems to be full of water. And there’s not a doubt that he’s non-human. I mean, just look at him.

For a few minutes, he’s just poking at the Initiative-provided tablet in his hands with long, gloved (and apparently webbed fingers), and seems not to know he’s broadcasting a video. Or he does know, and is purposely making any viewers wait.

When he finally decides to address whoever is still watching, there's a harsh, robotic quality to his voice. And the whole time there’s a faint bubbling sound in the background, like a quiet fish tank filter.]

If this is a war you are right to want me. You are right to desire to have me lead your troops.

[He still doesn’t look at the camera directly, his large eyes staring down at the tablet’s screen.]

But I am not your wleyi to command. The wars of humans are inconsequential to me. You do not matter. Petty squabbles of a childish species. Your enemy is no threat or concern of mine.

[He sneers, showing rows of sharp, threatening-looking teeth.]

If you humans want to kill each other. I would rather just watch. Let me know when you are done.