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crux_fleet2014-03-01 03:32 pm
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0004: NEW ARRIVAL BRIEFING
Who: New Arrivals, Graham Baker
Where: Briefing Room
When: Late afternoon, Februaro 30th
Warnings: None
When awakening, you'll find the area you're in to be very busy. The people in the medical ward are polite and understanding, but firmly refuse to answer questions until the briefing. The same goes for the robots in the hangars. Either given hospital outfits resembling very comfortable pajamas, drone bodies, or their own bodies, they are escorted by polite, unyielding people in red and black uniforms to the briefing room.
The Briefing room is large. Not enough to accommodate a Cybertronian, but spacious enough for several dozen people. The chairs are high-backed and well-cushioned, more like comforting eggs floating a foot or so off the ground than anything else. A half completed, but still functional, holographic display is settled into the floor, showing a slowly rotating pyramid.
A few Security personnel, dressed in their red and black uniforms, stand at ease in the rooms in strategic areas. They seem fairly relaxed. One man stands at the head. Graham Baker, a middle-aged man, showing the first signs of balding and wearing a rumpled business suit perhaps a size too large, nervously clasps his hands together and smiles.
[Questions to the NPCs will go in the briefing thread. The rest of the post is there for people to mill about and do whatever with. The mods will not be doing hangar/medical awakenings unless it's specifically asked for.]
Where: Briefing Room
When: Late afternoon, Februaro 30th
Warnings: None
When awakening, you'll find the area you're in to be very busy. The people in the medical ward are polite and understanding, but firmly refuse to answer questions until the briefing. The same goes for the robots in the hangars. Either given hospital outfits resembling very comfortable pajamas, drone bodies, or their own bodies, they are escorted by polite, unyielding people in red and black uniforms to the briefing room.
The Briefing room is large. Not enough to accommodate a Cybertronian, but spacious enough for several dozen people. The chairs are high-backed and well-cushioned, more like comforting eggs floating a foot or so off the ground than anything else. A half completed, but still functional, holographic display is settled into the floor, showing a slowly rotating pyramid.
A few Security personnel, dressed in their red and black uniforms, stand at ease in the rooms in strategic areas. They seem fairly relaxed. One man stands at the head. Graham Baker, a middle-aged man, showing the first signs of balding and wearing a rumpled business suit perhaps a size too large, nervously clasps his hands together and smiles.
[Questions to the NPCs will go in the briefing thread. The rest of the post is there for people to mill about and do whatever with. The mods will not be doing hangar/medical awakenings unless it's specifically asked for.]
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Then, rather than raise her hand, or otherwise try to get his attention, Yumemi simply stood up and raised her voice so as to be heard.
"How many of your greatest minds perished during that experiment?" There was no mocking therein, but it's still a morbid question. She crosses her arms, feeling not entire comfortable in the given clothes. The white robe just makes her long, blazing red hair and matching eyes stand out all the more.
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"Ah... The Intrepid had a skeleton crew at the time of the accident. Volunteers, mostly from Science and Engineering." He adjusted his tie and let out a long sigh. "Five hundred people."
Luckily, the one who had dreamt up the system wasn't among them. But, then, he hadn't been allowed to be on board, just in case.
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While she asked, she took a look around the room to see if there were any familiar faces. It's both convenient that she found none, and extremely disappointing. Where is Chiyuri when things needed fetching?
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Graham tugged his comm device out of his pocket, pointed is at the hologram, and swept his thumb over its surface in a complex pattern. "I'm not a science man, so bear with me. I'm simply repeating what I've been told. But, as we understand it, there are three ways to go faster than light. One is by simply building extraordinarily powerful thrusters. Another is to travel through either subspace or hyperspace. Picture our universe as... As a pizza. We are the sauce. The cheese is hyperspace, which is a dimension that exists 'above' our own. The crust is sub-space, which is a dimension 'underneath' ours."
As he finishes the pattern, a very complex map with math covering the dimensional variables appears in the holographic display. "Hyperspace is fairly easy to travel in. It has a much lower speed of light, allowing vessels capable of entering it to travel far faster than it ever could in real space. However, gravimetric forces are an even greater danger there. A stray exoplanet or an uncharted star would rip your ship to pieces almost before you could react. Now, what we use for FTL is subspace. It's actually a bit slower than real space, but by surrounding our vessels in a subspace bubble, we're capable of pushing aside realspace to move through it much more swiftly."
He turned to his desk and picked up a bottle. A nice, refreshing sip of water later and he's ready to get back to business. "Now, Science Captain McEngineer theorized that if we could enter subspace completely, surrounding our vessels in a realspace bubble, then warped it by creating an artificial black hole and forcing a hyperspace tunnel open... Well." He tapped the orb twice and the image shifted into another detailed image. "He figured that we could travel through the tunnel, reach the other side, dissipate the black hole, and sub-space would 'unsink' and fill in behind us, pushing us to our destination within seconds rather than centuries. Unfortunately..."
He tapped the orb a few more times and a massive hulk of a ship appeared in the display. Something rippled around it and it vanished for a moment. Then it reappeared. However, debris surrounded it, including smaller ships, parts of the vessel were rusted through, while other parts were polished and seemingly brand-new. And still more of it was exactly as it had seemed earlier.
"...We're not sure what went wrong. Or, rather, I think some of the Science officers know, but they haven't explained it very well to me. The best I've gathered is that they think that the realspace 'bubble' the ship was in collapsed under the strain."
He paused and looked at her, coughing nervously. "Did you follow that, Miss?"
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—and then she plants the palm of her hand firmly against her forehead, her next words starting as a mumble up until the point she actually faces him properly once more. "This is a mess what year is it?"
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"It's 458 AC." He pauses, then closes his eyes. "I'm sorry. It's 458 After Confederation. We started a new calendar after forming the Confederation, and we'd changed a few times since then. By the old Earth reckonings, we would be in the 27th Century. I'm sorry, but I couldn't tell you the exact year." Again, too many calendar changes.
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But in this place, with this level of scientific development, and with supposedly no way out...
Wait.
"Since no one sought me out specifically when I regained consciousness, I'm guessing none of you have taken a look inside my ship just yet. Normally I'd like say this was a good thing, but since it would be answer to your dilemma I'm actually disappointed."
Of course, Yumemi has no idea that she arrived with nothing more than what was on her person.
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He pauses and swallows, looking far too much like an eager puppy than a man with rapidly thinning hair really should. "...You can send us home?"
Unfortunately for the both of them, Graham doesn't have a list of who came in with what.
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She appeared relaxed and even proud that she'll be able to put her mind to use right away. "You said that our possessions were back out there, right? Give me a minute to get suited up and I'll have all the answers I need." Presumably.