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[036: voice]

[There's a sharp squawk of static before the transmission starts, and while there's the occasional garbled word, most of it's audible.]

So Jim and I ripped apart my communicator, and whatever's goin' on with the network, it's nothing actually wrong with the devices, that I can tell. Mine's still workin' like it should, except that it's... not.

And in case you were curious, Capa, we're both still alive. [He's teasing you. WHY SO WORRIED, CAPA.] If anyone wants me to take a look at theirs or somethin', I'd be happy to. Who knows, we might get lucky and figure somethin' out.

And for anyone who's wonderin', the engines are still workin' just fine. So whatever's goin' on, we're still movin' along, things mostly as usual. If any of that changes, we'll let you know.

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Perhaps they should not be working just fine.

The communicators, or the engines?

The engines. How much control do we have over them? We're all ready to simply wait for this to end, but avoiding it would be more logical.

What are you suggesting?

That we determine what effect we have on our surroundings.

I'm not shutting the engines down!

[Don't you have a hissy fit at her. :|] Shutting the engines may have no effect on the Barge's corrosion. We experienced a loss of power before, enduring it again would not be preferable.

Though it would not be my first assumption, it's possible that the effects we've been experiencing may be a sort of virus. You've reset one before. [Damn Klingons with their Keanu Reeves Speed viruses.]

I went into one of the halls last night when the lig̶͜h̶̀ts͘ ̡̡̀ẃ͟e͏nt ́͡ou̶̴t̷͜͟ with Narvin. The whistling came toward us, stopped, and then continued behind us.

Keep in mind, Narvin should have been able to see in the dark. He couldn't see into this.

Did you guys feel anyone walkin' around [Sssssssssshhhh.] you?

Absolutely nothin'.

I'm gettin' a little tired of feelin' like we're living in a horror movie.

Every day of my life, Sport.

The only conclusion I can draw is someone's fucking with us. For t͞h̶͘̕e ̴s̢h̀e͞e̵̶r ̨͝j̨́͝o͟͠ỳ̢ o̡̕͢f̴ f̵͘҉u̸̵̡c̶̶͏k͝in̸g̢̛ with us. That's my analysis based off the intelligence that I've gathered.

For the what? Sorry, the [And more hissing and spitting, freaking communicators.] cut you off.

For the sheer joy of fucking with us.

If it gets any worse I'm seriously gonna start using these for emergencies only.

[Ssssssshhhhhsshsshsh.] it is kinda ridiculous. I'm sitting like, a couple doors down from T'Pol some days and still talkin' to her on this instead [Sssh.] in person.