Ari sighed in both frustration, and resignation. I-8 was probably one of the most stubborn ships on the island. With that tone of voice, Arizona knew there was no reasoning with her, and started to rub the side of her temple as if to massage a growing headache away. She looked up as the others started to approach. Once they were around her, Ari hopped down from the top of the bridge to her Turrets till finally she was at the bow of her ship.<br/><br/>Once she was sure she had everyone's attention, Arizona began her report. "At 0336hrs today, I tried to establish contact, and send last patrol report. Attempt failed. From 0337hrs to 0523hrs, 2,473 attempts have been made to establish contact. All failed. Leaving me to conclude that continuing would be futile. At present our orders have no contingency plan to fall back on in the event of lost contact. The two options I have come up with is to continue as previously ordered, and log Patrol reports until such time as we can establish contact, or investigate the reason why Contact has been lost. Which will require at least some of us to leave the island. I've called this meeting for your input on the matter." Arizona stated. Her voice soft as the ocean waves