| "Yes, I believe so," Astra says, pulling forth her Star Fleet delta
communicator, "but if I can bring one more friend into the fray....I will
feel better about this."
She then spoke to the communicator and the others around her are not
even a little bit surprised when it starts to speak back. Some know of
technological things that could do this. Some know of magical things that
can do this. But whatever the case, the small thing in her hands was doing
it. It was speaking, or rather it was Probe speaking through it.
Probe had quickly excused himself from his peers in cyberspace and jacked
out back into reality and answered his beeping communicator. A quick glance
around around his study of his keep in Ethiopia tells just HOW a communication
from the world of the Dark Tower could possibly be reaching him here...and
now!
An old style wooden door, found in olden Victorian houses, has appeared
in the middle of the room....and it is ajar! Through the crack Probe saw
the light of day, which was quiet at odds with the darkness of night outside.
"Probe here," he says calmly into his combadge, keeping an eye on the
doorway....weapon at the ready just in case someone or something
uninvited tried to come through! "I believe our mutual friends are interesting
in getting Childe Rolande to the Dark Tower quicker? Would perhaps explain
why this funky door is in my room....."
"Yes, exactly," Astra nods, causing Roland and the others to jump in
surprise, "It's on the map They gave me...along with the Keys to them."
"And what can I do to help?" Probe asks over the combadge.
"Warm up Eddie Dean so he can send that lunatic Blaine ‘home with
a rupture.'" Astra says simply.
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 "But...but....but...."
Eddie stutters, suddenly suffering from stage fright as Astra hands her
combadge to him.
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