A usually-quiet channel lights back up with a familiar voice. A burst of static before a signal comes through. Hello folks, Drifter here. I'm not broadcasting from the ground today... The quiet hum of machinery can be heard, along with background radio chatter. Got the Frontrunner all set up for broadcasts. It ain't very big, but it sure does have some range. On the topic of what happened to me in the past month or so. Some recorded audio might speak for itself. The click of a mobiGlas is heard, and a recording plays through. -BEGIN RECORDING- "You there! Freeze! You're under arrest!" A heavy sigh is heard, and then Drifter speaks up on the recording. "Not able to do that, mate. Ya can't silence my news, though this'll certainly delay it...' The sound of boots rushing forward can be heard, along with a few shots. Drifter grunts in pain. "You keep resisting and we can do worse than this. Now get on the ground." Running boots and flowing wind can be heard, with Drifter grunting in pain as he moves. More shots are heard, most clanking against metal. A few more seem to connect, as Drifter yells out in pain. "So that's how you silence the news, huh?! You gun 'em down?! Fine then!" A loud whoosh can be heard, then a bang. The the sounds of running, before a door finally slams closed and everything quiets down. Drifter groans in pain, and the mobiGlas can be heard beeping, warning of multiple injuries. "I get it, I get it... I got some meds here, now quit with yer beeping." A pneumatic hiss is heard, and the beeping stops. Then suddenly, the recording stops, too. -RECORDING STOPPED, MOBIGLAS POWERED OFF.- Drifter lets out a long sigh as the recording ends. The rest of that... Well, it wasn't great. Had to find a back-alley doctor to get rid of the wounds. After that, I laid low for a while. Let the fire die down. Managed to get my ship all fixed up. Bought some new clothes. Got a few supplies. Now I'm somewhere above Hurston, right now. Talking through the void. Maybe I'll get some news for everyone someday. He lets out another sigh. I'm gonna be linking my broadcasts to a wider array. Probably headed to Microtech. For now, though... This is the end of this broadcast. I'll be leaving the other side open for any questions. And as always, keep heading towards a new dawn. Drifter out. A burst of static and Drifter's line ceased broadcasting, instead starting to receive messages.