mandalus :: the city of fates.

[So this would be the first time he's done this properly, the first time he'd addressed the network. It was funny, really, considering he was no stranger to addressing people. But this was different, of course, because these people, the so-called Honoured Guests, were supposed to be his comrades, his fellow soldiers. He didn't feel particularly inspired by their work so far.

But he also knew they weren't all just a bunch of humans, there were some interesting, different people out there. Gods, too. Or people considered gods, anyway. Useful people.

So the feed clicks on, and Khan is standing in his quarters aboard the Vengeance, with a window behind him that shows the apparently never ending snow storm.] Many of you have been here for a long time, do any of you know about Ardon and the weapons he created for the System's war effort? Or his Horseman? [He knows there's some people out there who must've been interested in that last part, if nothing else.

And he's not going to bother with pleasantries, either, he'll thank whoever gives him information.

[Filtered away from the C'Meni, locked to the Honoured Guests.]

The C'Meni have taken the Ardon Enterprises building, but I want to explore it, to see what Ardon was doing. [And to see if there's anything there Khan could use for the little project he's been working on.] I'm looking for a few people to come with me, I have a way to get in undetected.

[The small, cobbled together radio device wasn't anywhere near Khan's usual standard, but it wasn't so bad considering what he had to work with. He doubted it was going to work for very long, but hopefully long enough to get a message out.

It's somewhat garbled, and there's constant static, but his voice comes through nonetheless.] If anyone hears--tzzt--There is a small group of us imprisoned in the mountains, the captured C'Meni are--tztere with us. We plan to stage a breakout so--tzzzzt--We need transportation.

Is anyone- rece--tzzzt--his, over?

[When he first saw it, he wasn't sure if his eyes were deceiving him, which was hardly a feeling he had often, if ever. But it only took him a moment to realize it was real; and why not? The Enterprise was here, so why not Khan's ship as well?

He'd been riding the Mandalay, and checking the network while he did, when it had caught his eye at the far end of the spaceport. It was when he stepped off at the spaceport stop that the video feed clicked on, entirely by accident, but he wasn't paying attention to his phone any more, or what it was showing. Instead he was walking toward the large starship that was parked, and anyone watching the network would see it.

The USS Vengeance. His ship-- No, their ship. His crew. Marcus might have asked Khan to design it, but he'd done so with the plan that he would take it, and that he and his family would have a ship of their own in this new century to continue to their important work with. A ship that far outstripped anything the Federation already had.

And now that ship was here. If he thought of all the things he wanted here (apart from his people, of course), this, this was certainly one of them. Even if it couldn't fly, it would have shuttles, equipment, replicators, and a whole slew of weapons. He may have designed this ship while under Marcus' control, but he was still proud of his work.

After he entered the ship through the airlock (it was wide open; that was something that would change), and wandered through it's dark hallways toward the bridge, he noticed the phone was on by accident. There's just the hint of a frown at that before the feed clicks off.]

[The feed clicks on with a crash, before the muffled voice of “Call the bridge!” sounds from somewhere. There are more footsteps, then the sounds of a struggle before the feed ends as abruptly as it began.]

( Action spam (closed to people on the Enterprise) and what actually happened under the cut )

(OOC: Responses to any replies he gets to the accidental broadcast will be a couple hours after the escape.)