An inconceivable distance away, Fren just manages to get out of the emotional turmoil. Some dry heaving helped too.
"Okay, AI, I... I want you to fire the beacon off to the military."
"[Fren], do you mean the Nation's signature?"
"Yes. It seems they are the best bet out of here."
"Signal beacon sent."
Now you just have to wait... like, a few hours or days.