<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://i985.photobucket.com/albums/ae338/flamingdeadman/Elliquiy/hacker.png)</div></div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 36pt;">. . .</span></strong><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>A rough, sharp burst of static was forced into the helm of Oberon, though it was broken just as swiftly as it came.<br/><br/>"What are you looking for, mate?"<br/><br/>The voice was unclear thanks to the distance between its owner and the target, but understandable.  Unfortunately for Oberon, he'd find that all other communication was blocked, if he checked; his only form of company was the mystery man some many miles away, presumably monitoring his every move.<br/><br/>"Hmm," the man voiced, the quiet tapping of keys echoing through the microphone, "Let's see if I can get a better view, eh?"<br/><br/>Nearby, an ancient camera's red active light switched on and the device turned to focus on Oberon.<br/><br/>"...Ahh, there we are..."<br/><br/><hr/><div class="floatright"><div align="center">TAGGING: oberon<br/>PERCEIVED LOCATION: oberon's helm<br/>ACTUAL LOCATION: unknown</div></div>