Hello? Is there anyone there?

[A young teenager comes into frame, fairly average looking except for the funny ears and abundance of frizzy blond hair.]

This is Radu, of the Starship Christa. Starcademy Cadet A3201. At least, I, uh, think that's it. It's kinda been awhile. And if they haven't, you know, kicked us out since we've been missing.

[WAIT. Professionalism. Okay, he can do this.]

Requesting, uh, location coordinates. And the name of the planet I'm on, actually. I don't exactly know where I am. Uh... repeat, I require coordinates.

Thank you.

[A device comes on line and it appears to be sitting on a table at a cafe, facing the street. It is late afternoon. A few people are milling about, taking care of business, meeting friends, heading home. After a brief pause, a man appears about fifteen feet off the ground, and, thanks to the laws of gravity, promptly plummets to the street, landing hard, face down.

The device, apparently wanting the capture the full reaction of the latest arrival in the City, zooms in on the figure as best it can as it lies there, face down, arms splayed out at the last minute to try and stop his head from hitting the ground. He is dressed casually in blue jeans, work boots, a tee and a worn, leather jacket. His hair is brown and cut short and neat. He looks up, body tense, eyes narrowing at his surroundings, and tries to stand.

Pain shoots through his left leg, but he barely makes a sound and manages to shift to an awkward seated position, shortly followed, with the help of a chair, to an awkward standing position. He's a handsome man, with appealing features and an athletic build, but to say he currently looks confused, concerned and just a little pissed off would be an understatement. He is obviously looking for someone. When he speaks, his voice is deeper than his apparent age might suggest.]

Nonononono... Sam? Sam? Sammy!

Something-

Does anyone fucking feel that? Like something's crawling up me skin-

What the fuck is that?

Fucking hell, not again-