[audio/video/text: open]

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[The feed switches on and cycles through mediums, from audio of something softly growling, to black and white armored hands, flash of a gold visor, and blue sky above as the device is fiddled with, and then settles on text. A couple moments pass before any words are entered.]

AGENT MAINE TO COMMAND. REQUESTING STATUS. UNKNOWN DEPLOYMENT. CLARIFY.

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[text]

[too_high]

I'M FINE.

[Which he's not, really, he Was just in the infirmary and probably should have at the very least regular checkups and regrain from straining himself ... but really that would be too much to ask.]

WHO'RE YOU?

[It's been a while since he's seen anything remotely resembling a civilian.]

[video]

[alwaysfaithful]

[The video feed shows a female Toximander looking very lazy. Other than that, Chris seemed a little relieved he wasn't hostile.]

All right.

I'm Private Chris Ramirez... or I was back home anyway. This may sound like a dumb question but do you know York or North?

[text]

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SAME PROJECT. SAME TEAM.

[Yeah, he knew York and Wash pretty well. But 'Private'?] MILITARY? WHAT BRANCH?

[text]

[alwaysfaithful]

Makes sense then.

I was a marine.

[text]

[too_high]

ODST?

[They were part of the Marines, right? Maine couldn't really rememeber.]

[text]

[alwaysfaithful]

Not exactly. It's kind of complicated here. Have you met or talked to some of the other people trapped here? They or your fellow team members can explain why. The short version is that not everyone is from the same home.

Re: [text]

[too_high]

SOME.

[Couple team members. Psychedelic cat/fruit salad thing. Random strangers. This is about the most concise answer he's gotten, though.]