>Incoming Transmission//
==Securing Link==
HvCFT ID: ??Error??
Location: --Error-- Graveyard, 20,000 m from Machine City
-Link Secured-
The background seems calm, with the small clicks and clanks of average Hovercraft electronical items. The deep voice of an extremely casual and tired male breaks the calmness and lets a rather useless but informing speech
To those who are the least bit curious of the recent events in my life, I feel that I not only owe you an apology, but an explination also. Recently, I've been confronted by a group inwhich I pissed off along time ago.. By, uh. Blowing up their small city.. Kinda.
They, in the end, rewired and reprogrammed down sentinels. Some of the few that weren't totally destroyed, or picked back up by the Toasters and/or The Rogue Toaster. (Fear Dah Rogue Toastah) They seem to have stopped attacks, ever since our last confrentation, inwhich I lost HvCFT Thermalen II, and the Sentinels - which were destroyed along with it. Recently, I've been constantly under attack. Be it by Machines, Neonites, or the occasional Zionite inwhich has some type of grudge due to a lost family member or friend, whose death, was caused by moi.
The HvCFT I first broadcasted from was the HvCFT Thermalen. It was an all ready downed ship, used for meetings and such. Basiclly - it was a somewhat base, which was obviously improvised. And that is all, for now I am okay. Which won't please most of you, but will some. I applaud those of you who continue to try and kill me, and laugh at those who have fallen. G'luck, and g'bye.
The transmission fades to static, around five seconds after the calm voice stops
-Secure Link Lost-
//Transmission Ended//