PATCH 12.09
Emails
The Range
Voice comms
Participants:
"Ugh, my neck is killing me!"
"I'll take a sore neck over what they got."
"Laughs. You are right about that. Still hurts like hell though."
"Maybe go one mission without punching holes in the ground."
"What, and break my streak? Clove keeps Ibuprofen around here somewhere."
"Top of the locker, under the card. I'm taking a shower."
"Wait, hang on-"
"Top of the locker, I said!"
"Not that damn pills. The mission. You ever seen them do that?"
"Do what?"
"Alpha's extraction. Their Sage didn't even try to treat their Harbor on the field. They took him straight to the VLT-R for a med evac."
"Never seen that before..."
"It's weird, right?"
"%unsure%"
Voicemails
"Brim... This sucks. You know it, I know it. It's not just the physical injuries, it's the mental fatigue. Everyone is so... down. But nothing we say will make a difference at this point, so, when words can't help, you gotta get creative. Let's fly the VLT-R to rush in some proper pizza. I know, I know, but it could really make a difference. Food is the most basic form of comfort, and that's what everyone needs right now. We don't throw a party or make it a whole thing, we just, pick it up, set it out, and let the smell of piping hot pizza do the rest of the work. Seriously. And let me know if you want my help picking toppings."