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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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Tokyo? Oh. Oh, this was one of those cases. Graham licks his lips and wrings his hands a bit. "Right. Well, ah. If you're from a pre-stellar society, it only makes sense. What do you know about the stars?"
This would, at least, give Graham an idea of where to start explaining.
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Maybe it's MaybellineJonathan wasn't quite sure where this was going, but he answered gamely enough. "If it is the stars you seek, they are plain for all to see on a cloudless night. Though it has been a while since I gazed on them myself."
Ah, memories of fonder times. Had it really been such a short time since he'd looked out on his own country from the castle walls?
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"The stars are indeed beautiful. But, if you were to get closer to them, you'd see that they're not just twinkling white dots, but..." He swiped to a picture of a blue supergiant, a recording they'd taken several weeks ago. "They are gigantic, greater than the size of a planet. Millions of miles separate them, but our vessels can travel between them in a matter of weeks. Days, sometimes."
He circled his thumb in an opposite direction and the picture zoomed out, the star vanishing into a pinprick, joined by hundreds, thousands of other pinpricks, until the rotating Milky Way was all that was displayed. "All of the stars that you could see from Earth are probably from the galaxy that we live in. A galaxy, as you asked, is a massive collection of stars, planets, and other celestial bodies. It is many, many millions of miles across. Are you following me?"
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"Then according to you, we are some insurmountable distance from 'Earth'? Do no Terminals exist here?"
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Graham nodded firmly. "I'm sorry, but yes. And while we have terminals, I doubt that they're the kind you mean. I'm so sorry."
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"But you did nothing wrong. You were merely trying to protect your home. It is unfortunate that things did not go as planned, of course. But if there is any way I might assist you in speeding along the process of our return, please let me know."
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...Wait, was he using that word right? Too late now.
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"Though I may not look it, I used to accept odd jobs back home, and I do have some experience negotiating with... adversarial parties. I am sure there is a place on your ship where my services may be of use."
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Of course, they had people for that kind of thing, but more couldn't possibly hurt.
...Well, at least once he learned more about this universe. But that's what training was for.