Ramza: Yeah, succession crisis and all that.
Military Grade Shitposter
Mitch: Ah.
-And so they come upon a room-
-Unless you'd like to RP more, in which case they don't-
-We're moving as fast as character interaction demands here-
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."
Albert: That bites.
Will make dad jokes for friends.
Pluto: That must be rough.
Ramza: -Looks in the room- This will do nicely. Thank you. 
Military Grade Shitposter
Mitch: Yep.
If you have any questions, ask the nearest person, they'll be happy to answer.
Just remind them to keep it simple.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."
Ramza: I will. Thank you.
Military Grade Shitposter
Mitch: Just try not to pull a sword on anyone else, huh?
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."
Ramza: Deal. 
Good night, then.
Military Grade Shitposter
Mitch: Have a good rest.
-And Mitch takes his leave-
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."
Ramza: -Heads to bed-
~oh hey, there's a transmission incoming~
Sa'had: Hm?
Military Grade Shitposter
-Mitch and Six both likely pick it up-
-Provided the transmission is on the radio spectrum-
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."
~yes, yes it is~
???: Um... hello?
~the voice on the radio sounds squeaky and mechanical~
Military Grade Shitposter
Six: Hello?
Mitch: ...Hi?
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."
???: Is... is this the TDN Serenity? T-the mercenaries?
Military Grade Shitposter
Six: Yeah. You're speakin' to 'em.
Mitch: ...Who is this on the other end?
Six: Noble Six, why, who's this?
Mitch: ...You know what, I've been here all of three days, you take over.
Six: Sure thing.
...Yeah, this is us.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."
???: C-can we hire you?
Military Grade Shitposter
Six: ...I would suppose, but I don't think I'd be the person to talk to.
I can get you in touch with people better suited, though.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."
???: Th-thanks, Sir...
Military Grade Shitposter
Six: Ma'am, but whatever.
-changes signal-
Chuck, we've got some potential hires, get your ass on the shortwave!
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."
Chuck: But I am taking a bath! D:
Military Grade Shitposter
Six: Yeah, well...
I'm not sure Samus is... good enough to take this on right now!
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."
Mitch: Oof, monarchy.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."