outsiders | omega extranet.

[The screen flashes to a masked young man. The video is only of his torso, but the yellow R stands out on his chest. He has one hand placed on a hip and the other is holding his omni-tool out to record.

If anyone tries to trace to video to a source, they'll come up with nothing unless they're some kind of tech genius. Robin has put a lot of fail-safes and dead ends in his encryptions. Thanks for the money for the software, Garrus.]

This shouldn't need to be said, but it seems that it does.

The multiple "mercenary" groups on this station are not our friends. They're not here to help us; I suspect even if we offer to do the same for them. According to locals, it seems we arrived on the station while there is a power struggle going on, so if anything, the mercenaries are likely to want to use us as canon-fodder in their glorified gang-war. I would advise against jumping at the chance to sign up if any of them have recruitment drives - especially if they're looking for freelancers. [Can you tell Robin doesn't like any of the merc groups on the station?] And if you have to, at least know what you're getting yourself in for.

As for the current situation... [He gives a soft huff of a sigh and lifts a shoulder in a shrug.] I imagine there must be water and weapon stores suitable for dealing with both the shortage and the pest problem, but it doesn't look like anyone cares to tell us.

If anyone is in particular need of water, I have a very limited emergency store available.

[The omni-tool was new and pretty cool technology, but it hadn't taken Tim long to figure out it's basic ins and outs - he'd done all that on the day of his arrival. It took a few days, mostly of tinkering to try and hack the network and finding his omni-tool didn't have the capacity, before he decides to boot up his own video entry. He's without the mask and looking like a fairly normal, if well groomed, teenager.]

This obviously isn't Physics with Prof Wilkins, although it would be the most amazing setting for a lesson ever. But uh, Earth to Tim Drake, this stuff only happens in comics. I take it this extranet thing is like twitter or something, but higher tech? Gotta be, because this glowey thing? Coolest gadget I've ever gotten.

So. Anyone else suddenly wake up here and wonder what they ate before bed?

Actually, better question - do they really expect us to work?