"Chen, turn the Nav system on."
"I did, sir, the signal from the root must be incompatible with it."
"You'd think they'd have better technology...Damen, try to contact them."
Damen flicked the switch, "USG Root, this is the Engineer and moderator first class for the USM Chameleon, do you copy?"
The sound played back to them was static, with screeches of metal and what sounded like growling mixed in.
"..." The men were silent.
Fads I hate:
Anything else that American or British teenagers are doing to be "DIFFUNT."