Doc Holliday
Bob Bobberson the third, Esquire.
Omicron Kappa █ █ █ █ █
Medical Base Theta
*The screen shows a bearded man sitting far too close to the camera.*
"Hail white mage!
I d'nae believe we had tha chance to talk before.
Ya can call me Bulldog, I run the shipyard in Kappa fer Velvet.
We're glad ta hear more Zoners are movin' in nearby where it's more
safe. Ironic tha' it'd be deep in the Omicrons instead of near a House.
Our defensive wings in Theta are at ya disposal should they be needed, we'll
also see if we can divert some o' our logistical ships to come to yer a-"
*Bulldog quickly spun around in his chair, tossing what appeared to be dog treats at
a few people passing by*
"Get outa here! What's with ya buggers showin' up when I'm being all diplomatic eh!?"
*With a sigh and a shake of his head Bulldog spun back in his chair to face the camera,
grabbing what appeared to be a coconut with a face painted on it, giving it an intense
stare for a moment*
"Aye yer right Mel. I cannae let m'self be distracted by their tomfoolary. time ta get some grub!"
*Bulldog got up and walked out of the room, seemingly distracted afterall to the point of forgetting
about the communication entirely. A soft murmer could heard as he went around the corner: "Nobody messes with tha white mage."
The camera remains on for an uncomfortable long time before finally automatically shutting itself down, closing the transmission.*