[Those in the Numbers or otherwise in the know might be tuning in. Radio Free Locke, a recent pirate radio show broadcasting on a number of inactive frequencies with a significant internet and stream presence. Railing against Thunder Corp and the police with exclusive rumors and news suppressed elsewhere, hosting uncensored call-ins, playing unedited hip hop and electronica and reviewing the bleeding edge in tech and entertainment, it's picked up a surprising amount of steam. The host is only known as "DJ Welles".]
Hello once again, Locke City faithful. It's DJ Welles, coming to you from 10,000 feet above Locke Harbor. Tonight we've got a special interview, and an exclusive on Thunder's latest deals that they don't want you knowing about. The time is 10:01 PM down there, and broadcasting live from the Absolution is Radio Free Locke.
[a couple of tracks play, before...]
All right. Enough of the beats for now. Let's take some calls. Number for the night is...
[he rattles it off. it's no set contact, it's a new prepaid disposable phone with each broadcast.]
There. Call in, ask us your questions, deliver anything you might have for the people at home. There we go! Hey, you're on the air. What've you got?
B
[How's it going, network? Some good old Steve Blum-voiced video comes through. Tom looks...unnerved, but he powers on.]
How's it hanging, Numbers? I, uh.
Wouldn't guess any of you lost a cloaked starship the size of a football field? 'Cause if you didn't...
[he scratches behind his head, looking up out his apartment window briefly. he's already gone inside the ship. it's just above his building, for the time being.]
Happy birthday to me.
Six decks. I think. It has power. Computers beyond anything I've ever seen. Shitton of communications equipment. No crew.
I remember this ship. I've been talking about it since way back on the show as a joke, after my first echo.
[he places his hand under his chin, thinking.]
I might start broadcasting from it for real.
C
[Oh, RadioShack. You delightful, delightful place. Anyone in the store this afternoon might see this guy wandering around with a cart, picking up component after component and tossing them into his cart. He pauses at one, a pack of typical radio antennae.]
Tom Orson Mercy | TOM | Toonami
[Those in the Numbers or otherwise in the know might be tuning in. Radio Free Locke, a recent pirate radio show broadcasting on a number of inactive frequencies with a significant internet and stream presence. Railing against Thunder Corp and the police with exclusive rumors and news suppressed elsewhere, hosting uncensored call-ins, playing unedited hip hop and electronica and reviewing the bleeding edge in tech and entertainment, it's picked up a surprising amount of steam. The host is only known as "DJ Welles".]
Hello once again, Locke City faithful. It's DJ Welles, coming to you from 10,000 feet above Locke Harbor. Tonight we've got a special interview, and an exclusive on Thunder's latest deals that they don't want you knowing about. The time is 10:01 PM down there, and broadcasting live from the Absolution is Radio Free Locke.
[a couple of tracks play, before...]
All right. Enough of the beats for now. Let's take some calls. Number for the night is...
[he rattles it off. it's no set contact, it's a new prepaid disposable phone with each broadcast.]
There. Call in, ask us your questions, deliver anything you might have for the people at home. There we go! Hey, you're on the air. What've you got?
B
[How's it going, network? Some good old Steve Blum-voiced video comes through. Tom looks...unnerved, but he powers on.]
How's it hanging, Numbers? I, uh.
Wouldn't guess any of you lost a cloaked starship the size of a football field? 'Cause if you didn't...
[he scratches behind his head, looking up out his apartment window briefly. he's already gone inside the ship. it's just above his building, for the time being.]
Happy birthday to me.
Six decks. I think. It has power. Computers beyond anything I've ever seen. Shitton of communications equipment. No crew.
I remember this ship. I've been talking about it since way back on the show as a joke, after my first echo.
[he places his hand under his chin, thinking.]
I might start broadcasting from it for real.
C
[Oh, RadioShack. You delightful, delightful place. Anyone in the store this afternoon might see this guy wandering around with a cart, picking up component after component and tossing them into his cart. He pauses at one, a pack of typical radio antennae.]
Hmm....