A direction. A way forward. The Scrapscallion latched onto it. <Okay. Alright. So. Uh, Milliway just called out of the blue and >
<She's safe>
<She doesn't sound dying>
<Something happened at the>
<Why isn't she in her lab?>
<Bunker, some sorta big revolt>
<Where's Narky?>
The Scrapscallion nearly dropped the radio.
<....>
<Oh no this is bad.>
<she's going to die>
<something about a summit>
<angry mobs>
<she's alone>
<she needs you>
<she doesn't want me>
A direction. A way forward.
The Scrapscallion latched onto it.
<Okay! Alright! Hold on! I got this! One sec!>
He jammed the button on the walkie talkie. "Okay, so, I have the Princess on the, uhhhhhhhhh, other line. Tell her the whole story and I'll...relay it."