'Course Bellows lost. After all, he was the only one makin' any sense.
-Unknown member of the Human Movement, February 8th, 2212 CE
"CAREFUL WITH THOSE."
"We used models like these on Frigidum," Mad said, turning the ancient radio's dial. Rich hovered at her side, glancing at her anxiously as the old machine switched between frequencies. "Don't worry, Mr. Ward. They're tough little bastards."
In fact, the radios had been a major cause of the Siege of Frigidum. Since the Revolution lacked the resources to install proper communication infrastructure on the snowy planet, they'd resorted to radio and a single, centralized Communications Station. Mad wondered who was garrisoned there now and if there was still red snow at the base of the mountains surrounding the main building.
"I only have two," Rich said, clutching the other under his arm. "If something happens to them, there's no other way to contact the rest of the Revolutionary cells."