Crux Fleet NPCs ([personal profile] crux_npcs) wrote in [community profile] crux_fleet2014-04-01 02:35 pm

0006: NEW ARRIVAL BRIEFING

Who: New Arrivals, Graham Baker
Where: Briefing Room
When: Late afternoon, Aprilo 1st
Warnings: None

When awakening, the immediate surroundings are swarming with activity. The people in the medical ward are polite and understanding, but firmly refuse to answer questions until the briefing. They move with a practiced efficiency, already veterans of this kind of thing. 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 giant, but spacious enough for several dozen people. The tiles are black and featureless while the walls are nice, soothing colors. The chairs are high-backed and well-cushioned, more like comforting eggs floating a foot or so off the ground than anything else. Set into the ceiling and floor near the front is a large holographic projector. The floor in front of each seat also has a smaller projector, allowing people to see what the bigger device is showing without having to angle for a view. As of now, it merely displays a rotating pyramid.

Three Security personnel, dressed in their red and black uniforms, stand at ease in the rooms in strategic areas. One man stands at the head. Graham Baker, a middle-aged man showing the first signs of balding and wearing a wrinkled business suit, clasps his hands behind his back 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.]

Pavel Chekov | Star Trek TOS

[personal profile] commanderchekov 2014-04-01 11:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[Chekov had many questions and the debriefing only answered a handful of them. He knew a lot of his questions would never be answered since they concerned his home world and his people. He tried to push those concerns to the side for now as he focused on trying to get his belongings back and his phaser.

The one thing he could say that this was all a familiar setting to him and he could quickly adjust to the ships rules and regulations. As soon as he had work the better. Immediately he signed up for the military and listed his rank and skills. The last thing he wanted to do was do civilian work or go back to school.

Warily he studied those around him trying not to be too obvious about it. The different cultures and races didn't bother him the least. It only made him more curious. He was actually hoping to find people from his own world, but tried not to get his hopes up too high.]
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[personal profile] act_of_god 2014-04-01 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Right now, Kelly is standing as close to an exit as she can get, eyeing the security guards, Graham Baker, and the others gathered there. She's already made one escape attempt, and seems like she's in the process of formulating a second. her body is tense, in part uncomfortable being on display without her armor as well as coiled to spring at the first sign of trouble.

Even out of armor, she's not exactly discreet; skirting just below seven feet, muscled and marked with precise lines of medical scarring. Her face is young, pale features, dark brown hair, and fierce blue eyes that flick to every corner of the room. She's listening to Baker's every word, expression shifting subtly as she processes it.

It could all be a lie; a brilliant fabrication by the Innies to keep their prisoners from rioting.
sickbays: ᴅɴᴛ (homegrown)

[personal profile] sickbays 2014-04-01 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[McCoy has to do a double take when he passes by the older gentleman, the uniform sticking out like a sore thumb, even though it was one he didn't recognize. What he did recognize, however, is the Starfleet insignia on the man's chest. That alone causes him to stop and study the man a bit closer.

He couldn't his finger on what it is exactly, but there's just something familiar about this man. Something in his mannerisms. Which is odd because McCoy is sure he's never seen him around before.

Who the hell knows. Might as well greet the poor sap before his starring becomes even more creepy.]


I take it you just got out of the briefing? [McCoy cups his hands behind his back, in a manner all to similar to his counterpart, the one that Chekov is more familiar with. He's got his military uniform on, and therefore no indication he's a member of Starfleet. McCoy's long since stashed that uniform away in a drawer, seeing as there's no need for it here.]

[personal profile] commanderchekov 2014-04-01 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[The girl's nervousness caught his attention fast. Warily, Chekov watched the young girl. He had noted her first attempt and had an idea that she was going to make another attempt. One would think she would have learned the first time it wouldn't work out.

If necessary he was prepared to grab her mainly so she wouldn't get hurt or hurt others in the process. Her actions naturally made him curious about her story. Chekov gave a small smile and tried to signal for her to come closer to him to sit down. Maybe if she could view him as a possible friend, she would relax more.]
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[personal profile] act_of_god 2014-04-01 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[She catches his eye and gives him a startled expression. She certainly didn't trust that anymore than anything else around here. Still, even a lie from an enemy can give her more information than silence.

Kelly takes note of the security guards and Baker's general attitude before moving carefully over to sit by him, scooting her seat a fraction away from him. Nervous, ready for action, yes, but there's definitely a precision to her movements. For her size, she handles herself with a certain deftness and efficiency of movement.]

[She gives him an expectant look, waiting for him to break the silence before she gives up any information.]

[personal profile] commanderchekov 2014-04-02 12:10 am (UTC)(link)
Aye, I have, sir.

[Chekov turned at the voice and did a double take. He wasn't quite sure what to make of the other man standing before him. He seemed so familiar and at the same time he wasn't someone he recognized. It forced him to study the man more carefully to see why he was so familiar.

He must have been one to have woken up earlier and adjusted to the ship's ways. That much was apparent. As he was finishing filling out his form he discreetly looked at his comm. His eyes widened a bit when he saw a familiar name and quickly put the two together. He muttered softly 'How can this be?' in Russian and was even more confused.]

Perhaps, you can give me a bit of a tour of this place?

[Chekov suggested. He wasn't interested in exploring the ship, but what he wanted were answers. He wasn't going to break the prime directive in front of these people.]
driftlock: (silhouette)

oops hi rude robot

[personal profile] driftlock 2014-04-02 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
Hnf. So the last big stupid batch of big stupid arrivals had brought like every fraggin' genocidal Senator from Cybertron, which made him really doubt just how fraggin' 'coincidental' half this slag was.

So he's scanning for other Cybertronians. Which normally would be an easy job with all these short squishies, but he'd been shoved in a tiny noodlebot when he'd arrived, so he's got to look for those, too.

Too bad he's not real careful who he bumps into....
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[personal profile] act_of_god 2014-04-02 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
She stares down at the little man with a faintly confused expression. Was he being funny? She knew she wasn't the tallest Spartan, like Jorge or Sam, but, well. She was nearly twice of this guy.

"Hasn't stopped me yet." There's a tension to her body that suggests her off-hand comment might be more of threat.
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[personal profile] act_of_god 2014-04-02 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
Kelly has a certain level of situational awareness that comes from early and intense training, and a personal agility that means nothing she does is accidental.

She dodges away from his bump, a hand going out to his shoulder to steady him and press him out of her personal space. She's staring at him with open curiosity, though; he was almost more of a familiar sight than the other 'squishies', considering she was much more comfortable in her robotic-reminiscent armor.

"Careful, there."
sickbays: ᴅɴᴛ (take your time)

[personal profile] sickbays 2014-04-02 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
[McCoy quirks a brow when he hears the man muttering to himself, even if it all sounds indistinguishable to him. He makes no mention of it, however, because the newcomer is quick to ask him a question not more than a moment later. The doctor frowns at him.]

Do I look like some sort tour guide to you? [Word to the wise: Don't ever put Leonard McCoy on the welcoming committee. But he isn't about to just let this guy go wandering off by himself, not when he himself has some questions of his own to ask.

He clicks his tongue in annoyance.]
Go outside and you'll get a better view of what this ship is like.

[Definitely not giving a tour, just leading him out to take his first steps into the city.]
driftlock: (dubious)

[personal profile] driftlock 2014-04-02 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
He notices the reflexes. Someone who's spent the last four million years fighting can tell the reflexes and reaction time of a fighter, especially around this place, where so many of the organics moved like they'd never been shot at.

Which tempered what would have been his usual response, his head turning, giving her a long, evaluative look.

"Or you'll...what?"

It's not entirely hostile, more like a challenge or a test. Could there actually be some squishies here who didn't suck?
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[personal profile] act_of_god 2014-04-02 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
She doesn't answer immediately. There is literally nothing about this guy that she trusts.

"Is there somewhere else I should be?"
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[personal profile] act_of_god 2014-04-02 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
"Or you'll break something."

Certainly not herself, but it's a something of a subtle hint that she's more than capable of taking care of herself. "What ... are you?"
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[personal profile] act_of_god 2014-04-02 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
"Blue Team." It's an immediate response. She hadn't seen or heard anything from John or the others, but while she wasn't sure how things worked here, she had that undying devotion to her team, wherever they were.
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[personal profile] act_of_god 2014-04-02 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
"No, I'm not." She's glad they cleared up that confusion.

She looks at his hand a moment before taking it carefully. "Spartan-087."
driftlock: (heh)

[personal profile] driftlock 2014-04-02 01:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hnf." There's almost a laugh under the sound, because he gets the message. Cute, considering she was, you know, half his height. Still, he'd faced off against mechs twice his size so he had to give respect for the attitude if nothing else. Deadlock might be a jerk, but he wasn't a hypocrite.

"Cybertronian. Decepticon. You know, the good guys."
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[personal profile] act_of_god 2014-04-02 01:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Half his height maybe, but the genetic and biological augmentations she's undergone means that even out of armor she's tougher than the normal human by no small amount.

She regards him carefully as she breaks down his answer. Cybetronian is self explanatory, considering he looks like a talking Pelican troop carrier, almost. Decepticon, Latin, derived from the stem dēceptiō. Infiltration, stealth, spy? "Who are you trying to deceive?"
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[personal profile] act_of_god 2014-04-02 02:05 pm (UTC)(link)
She gives him a blank stare. Kelly, moreso than the other Spartans, was most likely to use such language, but even then it was rare. In this situation she's more inclined to be silent as she takes in everyone else.

"I haven't needed to." She tilts her head slightly, a twitch as she tries to decipher his body language. "What do you do here, Angus?"

[personal profile] commanderchekov 2014-04-02 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[Chekov couldn't help but shake his head and yet give a small smile. So much for trying to be discreet. Looks like he'll have to be more forward.]

Doctor McCoy, I had hoped to discuss some private matters with you if you could spare some time? The tour was just an indulgence.

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