SKREEEEE!

[strangerpeople]

SKREEEEE!

[It's about three o'clock when the train suddenly hears something like the cry of a crow. It's not coming from inside the train, either; it's coming from the outside.

Almost instantly, the speaker system comes to life, and the Conductor's voice echoes through the cars.]

Attention, all passengers and crew! We are under attack. Please come to armaments if you are willing. Otherwise, please congregate in the lounge for your own safety. Immediately, please.

I will meet those of you coming to the weapons.

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[technicolourdifficulties]

[RGB sags in what would probably be a comical way if not for the situation.

Must I...? [a beat] ...Oh, very well. If it increases our chances of survival, I suppose I can make an attempt.