The announcement starts not with the usual tapping, but a loud clearing of the throat. Apparently, an office full of smoke hadn’t been doing RED’S administrator’s lungs much good. 

“Has every RED member we’ve got been thrown over from BLU? Are we really that far and few between? Christ...” The cynicism soon fades, though. “Regardless, I’ve got good news for RED! You’ve finally got a medic to call your own; no more relyin’ on the other side for help, or engies on the battlefield. Word of warning, doc, you might have a queue of a few months’ worth of sickness and injuries to treat.” A snort doesn’t escape the feed’s reach.  

“Joking aside... I’d like you to meet RME-313156. Welcome, Ms. Dre... Drek... Drechsler.” His pronunciation is still atrocious, but it’s an attempt. “Looks like you’ve picked a great time to join us, now the robot carnage is finishin’ up, ‘cos it seems our current teams’ work has paid off...” Offering a small pause, he knots his fingers together in some form of clasp, leaning his forehead into his hands.

It’s then his co-admin speaks up.

“Didn’t last all too long, compared to s-some other bases... yeah. We got lucky--” the taller of the two starts, flicking through his notes loudly over the feed. “We managed to finish it... and survive n’...” He seems at a loss for words, unable to really form a logical sentence outside his own mind; yet he still tries. “G-Grey Mann’s gone bankrupt, he can’t build no more and he can’t do much. Where his giant moving base... thing was. Yeah? That’s n-now gone... we’ve had notice from other base admin’s too that it’s okay, he’s cleared off n’ gone.”

“--However,” the RED admin sharply interrupts his subordinate, causing the BLU to jump in his seat. “We now have to say goodbye to an older member of ours--the RED scout Dale McCarthy. He resigned a few weeks ago now, and we’re unsure if he will come back...” The RED’s tone brightens up ever so slightly, as if a weight has lifted off his shoulders in an odd sense. “Mr. Harris here has been pokin’ around, and RED have I got some news for you! Or... rather... Mr. Harris has. Sorry there, do go on.”

A little jumpy still, though still there, Jake manages to get some form of his admin-like demeanor back with a clear of his throat, shuffle of papers and a small but proud smirk on his face. “I got you guys a sheila. I mean... I got you... a f-female assistant. She’s gonna help you with team management! You’ll see Ms. Leaf around RED and BLU base, makin’ sure all your paperwork’s filed and all the orders get to both bases... s-she’s also gonna make sure you’re all okay... heheh... pretty great, huh?” He can’t help it, for the BLU seems oddly proud of himself, cheerily mumbling “talk to you all, and Ms. Leaf, soon ,” before shutting off the feed.