knowshermachina.livejournal.com[The image crackles to life showing Rikku standing at the bow of a large cargo airship, holding a map, her hair blowing wildly in the wind. Behind her are several rows of large Worker machines that have been modified with armor. They are a variety of colors and sizes, but all share the same large, bulky-humanoid appearance and featureless, empty faces.]
Hey Mr. Vayne! It's Rikku. You're order is ready! We're on our way to you now and will be there soon, E ruba.
[She turns the phone to show off the machines.]
Thirty-six machina men, best we could do on short notice like this. And there's crates of some stuff we found that seems designed for their use, weapons and tools and stuff, a couple for each guy.
And I brought some other stuff too! You can look through it and see what else ya want, ya know? And some other things I was thinkin' about that you might...oh, hold on...
[Rikku shoves the map under a block and moves away, the phone swinging wildly showing blurry images.]
drendo-drnaa taknaac bund! Hu, BUND! Dryd'c DRYD FYO! DRYD F-
[The whole ship lurches sideways and Rikku gives a startled shout as she tumbles to the deck and the phone clicks off.]