an unspecified time before Earth Month 6, Week 1, Day 4
OOC: This message would have been over the general band, but I am putting it here to group plot stuff together.
A voice comes over the general band, ragged and weary but shot through with silvery threads. The static makes it hard to say who it might be.
//Well, we're blastin' past this interdiction, To bring you some real shocking nonfiction, Six Lasers over Scorpio's not the place to go, For a good time or a good rhyme, but even though, I'm begging you, please, if you can hear this, There is something amiss, you can't dismiss, We're holding out for a hero 'til-//
There is a hoarse, tired scream and radio screech.
A different dour voice finishes, //The ends of our lives. Which will be soon.//
There is the rat-a-tat-tat of bullets.
Then there is nothing.
Don't open the coffin. Don't let them take Skids. Don't go to Delphi. And do not - I repeat do not - look in the basement.