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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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Considering all the ones he's seen around here are from his world, he can guess what it must be like to be the odd one out.
"So what do you say? Buddies? Acquaintances? Partners?"
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"Acquaintances," she can't make that anymore clear, the way she says it almost sounds like she's simply blurting out a solid fact. "Just because you know how to work a first impression, doesn't mean I should trust you."
...But it's a good start.
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"Acquaintances. Got it."
Those arms fold across his chest, looking off to the side. "Well, can we agree that we trust each other a bit more than we trust this place? Makes it sound better if you think about it."
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"You know, it's funny. A part of me always thought humans in space would lead to disaster. Good to know I was right."
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...
But when she says that last line, he laughs and shakes his head. "You don't know the half of it. Rodimus can't stand 'em."
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"Well 'Rodimus' can stick it up his tailpipe. Just because humans are stupid, doesn't mean you should hate them."
They're a baby race, after all. Why would you hate a bunch of babies? What a sparkless moron, she hates him already.
...And she can do that because he's not a baby race.
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And he gets an extreme mood change. He doesn't usually like the tone, but it has to be said. "I never said he hated them. We wouldn't have put our energon on the line for them if we did. Just...we're not exactly on good terms.
Rodimus may be kind of quick to judge, but the humans kind of hated us. Tried to kill us. Sometimes even worse than that."
...Wow what a downer.
"So...yeah."
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"Can't stand, hate, please forgive me that I couldn't get the right level of contempt down."
Although there's a lot of contempt coming from her right now, she's down right defensive. Someone must've poked a nerve.
"And what kind of universe did you come from where you couldn't follow the golden 'robots in disguise' rule? I can't...how would humans even kill you? They're humans."
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"One where we change out of our disguise to stop a building from falling on them. Being trapped in rubble and blown to bits by humans I guess was their way of saying thank you."
Granted, they got Prowl out of there, but only because of one singular human.
"They don't care if we're Autobot or Decepticon. They just wanted us gone."
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"Great, well, now I know what would happen if we completely fragged up. On the other side of things, humans were a great help despite being unfortunately dragged into our scrap."
Even after Decepticons blew one of their towns to hell. Granted, it was a small and pointless town, but a town nonetheless.
"Oh, and one of them just so happened to be my partner. So, yeah. Can't say I'd play nice with someone who 'can't stand them'."
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He offers a small smile.
"We didn't completely mess up. We won, after all. Despite humans being less than pleased about it."