For the last time, I'M NOT A FAIR MAIDEN, AND I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP!

No, I don't want to sate the passion in your loins either, SO KEEP YOUR LOINS TO YOURSELF!

I AM NOT YOUR PRINCESS, EITHER. NOW GO AWAY. SHERYL, RANKA, WHAT ARE YOU BOTH DOING?

Is this it? Is this as far as it goes? To not be able to even fly -

[This is the sound of things tipping and tumbling over loudly, and quiet, barely audible muttering.]

I shouldn't be here. Not Sheryl, not Ranka either. Not like this. And I'm not even able to do a thing about that, now.

...dammit.


Oi, one of you. Any of you on this network. Who's good with fixing machines?

[This is the sound of a crash, and unintelligible swearing.]

What the...

...Hey. This is not - [The rustling sound of a communicator being discovered and worked on, followed by beeps, and the flash of an annoyed face before it focuses. Witness something like a damaged GUNDAM variable fighter. ]

Hello? Is anyone listening to this? Frontier - Bobby, where the hell are you?

[A long pause, and a shake of it.] Dammit.

...I need the coordinates of this place. If anyone is listening to this message, please come in. I repeat, please come in.

Is this even supposed to be part of the Vajra planet? These buildings don't even look big enough to house one of them...

...Tch.