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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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"You are a traitor and you know nothing." His face is now so near he can see the breath tremble through her nostrils. "Please, enlighten me. What of value could you possibly have to offer."
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"--you need resources. Allies." Christ, when was he ever this bloody strong. "You know better than anyone I can do that for you."
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"And how long before you betray me this time, hmm?" He snarls, teeth flashing under his lip.
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But even with immeasurable contempt fixed firmly in the back of her neatly trapped throat, she's not careless enough to throw her life away over it. For someone that's witnessed firsthand the sort of damage he's capable of, heroism and honor are things best left to those that can afford them. And her pockets are currently empty.
"Who would I betray you for?" Not as eloquent as she might otherwise manage, fingers dug into skin to the point of drawing blood, but it gets the point across: no one else is here. No one worth protecting, anyway. His breath is all the air she can steal when she manages to inhale-- sharply-- in the split-second shifting of the muscles of his arm.
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His grip lets up, enough for her to breathe naturally. But he is still very much in her space, pinning her to the wall with the force of his presence. Then his gaze slides sideways to the gun.
"Put it away. Unless, of course, you find you suddenly have the stomach to use it."
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He's still too close for even the barest semblance of comfort.
"Happy?"
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"I expect you to keep your mouth shut." He takes his hand from her neck entirely, setting it instead against the wall just above her head. "You will not speak unless spoken to. You will not jump" Lazarevic drops his chin, looks her as near eye-to-eye as their contrasting heights allow "until I say 'jump'."
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"Anything else I need to know or are you planning on spending the rest of this afternoon staring me down?"
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He pushes the blade from the tip of her chin down the line of her jaw, looping back behind her ear and grazing her earlobe in the process. There isn't a lot of pressure, and the damage is superficial. But oh, she bleeds.
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He flips the knife over in his hand and wipes the blade on his sleeve before putting it away. And then he straightens and stands back from the wall, relaxing the tension between them like a muscle.
“I will have resources. Weapons first, and barring that, raw materials to construct them. Locate a supplier. I require funds or I require items of value for barter. I need the names of men who will work.” Lazarevic puts his back to her as he moves to lift his gun off the floor.
“You have four hours to prepare your first report.”