Prismatica RP

(( The camera comes on revealing a young man with unruly hair, an easy smile, and eyepatch over his right eye. He chuckles to himself, pleased the communications device is like the ones he's accustomed to... for the most part. Talking to a nameless, faceless group is a little different than he's used to. Before he says anything, something a little helpless and a little embarrassed flickers across his face. When he finally speaks, there's a faint lilt in his voice that easily identifies him as Irish (at least to those familiar with the accent). ))

I seem to have lost my partner on the way here. If anyone sees a little orange robot rolling around, about... (( He gestures with his hands to indicate roughly the size of a volleyball. )) this big, answers to 'Haro', could you let me know?

(( Oh, right. It's an open network, not like the secure one he used to communicate with other members of Celestial Being back home; he needs to identify himself. For a second he looks abashed, then smiles again. ))

The name's Lockon Stratos.

(( Why, yes, he is making finger guns before leaning in to turn off the feed. ))