May 9, 2022 1:15 pm
It's August 1st 109 PA, and it's a hot and humid summer day in Northern Arkansas. You all are spending the day resupplying in Drellin's Ferry, a high traffic trading post. It's the sort of place that attracts a dozen new faces a day, and watching your back is mandatory. Officially governed by no one, the peace is fragile, but the deals and information are good. You've been on patrol for two weeks now, and the chance for fresh food and a breather was too good to pass up.
All of a sudden Cassiopeia's radio crackles with static. It's tuned to an official Tomorrow Legion emergency channel, so whoever is broadcasting must be a comrade in arms and in trouble. "This is Emilio Hernandez with a Communications Infrastructure Team broadcasting a DEFCON 3 emergency. We are under attack by... STATIC... I repeat... STATIC... need immediate assistance. We are at Radio Relay Tower Beta 12. Repeat... STATIC... slavers... need... STATIC assistance."
All of a sudden Cassiopeia's radio crackles with static. It's tuned to an official Tomorrow Legion emergency channel, so whoever is broadcasting must be a comrade in arms and in trouble. "This is Emilio Hernandez with a Communications Infrastructure Team broadcasting a DEFCON 3 emergency. We are under attack by... STATIC... I repeat... STATIC... need immediate assistance. We are at Radio Relay Tower Beta 12. Repeat... STATIC... slavers... need... STATIC assistance."