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.]
alittlesweptup: (say what)

[personal profile] alittlesweptup 2014-04-07 08:55 am (UTC)(link)
"Well now you've got my curiosity piqued." Charlie goes so far as to shoot a glance in the same direction as if he half expects said building to be lit up for his convenience. "If it's not a proper pub, I'm not sure I want to hear about it."
totallytrustworthy: (MP oh shit)

[personal profile] totallytrustworthy 2014-04-07 09:18 am (UTC)(link)
Ehm. [She scoffs, grinning as if being quizzed on something distant and dim to her mind. Christ, where has she seen that thing before?] Not exactly, no.

It's a bit hard to explain, to be entirely honest.
cyphered: (wιтн open eyeѕ)

[personal profile] cyphered 2014-04-07 09:22 am (UTC)(link)
"Sorry, mate," he concedes, turning and walking in said direction. So much for the apartments. "Haven't locked on any of those yet. Kind of insane, when you think about it." Judging by the light switch in tone, this is actually a cause of annoyance for him. He could have very much used a good drink or two the passed month.

"When's the last time you've read anything that wasn't a how-to guide or shitty UE propaganda, Charlie?"
alittlesweptup: (yeah huh tell me another bucko)

[personal profile] alittlesweptup 2014-04-07 09:35 am (UTC)(link)
Which prompts a painfully suspicious sidelong look to be thrown in Nate's direction. Technically speaking, prior to the nuclear attack Exsilium had been in a possession of a if not thorough at least semi-respectable library. But as far as he'd been able to tell, it hadn't survived the transition. He hadn't read anything but AI datapacks for something like eight months.

"You had better not be having one over on me, Drake."
cyphered: (ιn тнe dυѕтy receѕѕeѕ)

[personal profile] cyphered 2014-04-07 10:12 am (UTC)(link)
"That'd be cruel even for me, Charlie."

He nods his head off in said direction and starts to walk, stuffing his hands in his pockets stiffly until the pistol in his bicep starts to bother him, at which point he will relax. He hasn't eaten a damn thing all day due to nerves -- Charlie's arrival hadn't helped.

There were so many things he wanted to say. To warn Charlie of Lazarevic, to try and convince Charlie to help him get Chloe out of dodge...but the reality of it was that neither desire outweighed the desire to keep Charlie from running face first into death.

He'd have to figure something else out.

"Don't tell me you don't trust me."
alittlesweptup: (ya rly)

[personal profile] alittlesweptup 2014-04-07 10:28 am (UTC)(link)
He follows by instinct. Say what you like about the bastard, Nate has a way of inspiring that in people. Or he's got nothing better to do and there's some kind of needling at the metaphorical periphery that suggests he really ought to keep walking, keep moving, keep doing something that isn't sitting down and thinking about where he is and what that means - one of the two.

"It's not that I don't trust you. It's that I've become a bit bitter and jaded; you know. The usual suspects and all that."
cyphered: (are dangeroυѕ мen)

[personal profile] cyphered 2014-04-07 04:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeesh Charlie," Nate comments, turning to walk backwards again. "You're too young for that attitude." A dig or a compliment? Hard to say. Sully used that line on him a lot the first few years they kept company.

Too bad Sully wasn't here. His cynicism, at least, was something Nate expected.

"Don't worry, mate. I wouldn't do that to you."
act_of_god: (pic#7627049)

[personal profile] act_of_god 2014-04-07 06:40 pm (UTC)(link)
She blinked, then frowned with a hmm. She couldn't necessarily say she was surprised; it's not like the Covenant carried around translation devices on their way to wipe out cities.

But she might have seen some recognition, and that gives her an idea; a couple options that could break down the barrier. "You can understand me." She waits for a reply; if yes, there was the tried and true yes/no questions, though it was limiting. She knew the Covenant already had some idea on their language, considering the message they'd relayed with their attack on Harvest. She didn't know what percentage of ground troops, though, would be privy to it. "Can you write?"
Edited 2014-04-07 18:40 (UTC)
driftlock: (dubious)

[personal profile] driftlock 2014-04-08 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, well, that too." He'll concede the point. And maybe file that phrase away for future use himself.

"My point is, I don't trust these fraggers to keep us safe from a solar flare." Hence: the military.
sickbays: ᴅɴᴛ (drinks after work)

[personal profile] sickbays 2014-04-08 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
No, the timeline disruption began 25 years before that, when a Romulan vessel attacked one of the Federation's starships.

The destruction of Vulcan was simply the culmination of that event. [He'll just... leave out all the important bits and save them for later. Whenever he's in the mood to blatantly disregard the Prime Directive.]
smallest: Quote by Lucille ("Do you have a name?")

[personal profile] smallest 2014-04-08 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
The corners of his mouth lifted to a small smile. Well it was not exactly a friendly conversation, but it was a start. He nodded to both of her questions. Oh, but, he patted his suit pockets and shrugged when they all turned out empty. He did not have as much as a pen on him. All his belongings were somewhere else. Baker may have mentioned something about that but he did not understand much of what he said.

He chirped sadly. He wanted to write to her, but how?
alittlesweptup: (wow what no)

[personal profile] alittlesweptup 2014-04-08 10:27 am (UTC)(link)
"It was a joke, you daft bastard." It had been. Charlie goes so far as to roll his eyes and throw a punch to Nate's shoulder, all good-natured horseplay. Anyway, Nate won't have been the first person he's known telling him off for being a wet blanket.

"Now come on, you can't tell me there's a library and you haven't got a whole list of reference material yet. What have you been doing all day, having a go at it over a few old nat geos?"
Edited 2014-04-08 10:29 (UTC)
cyphered: (ι read тнeм all one day)

[personal profile] cyphered 2014-04-08 06:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"Don't kid yourself. I've read a book or two," Nate comes back, deflecting the punch when he sees it coming. He was never sure of what to expect from Charlie. Sure, he had shared company with him for four months or so, but it has been a few years prior since he had seen him.

"There's also a whole district dedicated to religions from all over the damn place," he points out with a certain proud note to his voice. No no. Nathan Drake has definitely been busy.
act_of_god: (pic#)

[personal profile] act_of_god 2014-04-08 08:14 pm (UTC)(link)
She shook her head in agreement; that didn't sound like anyone she wanted in charge either.

"Military it is." As if she would have considered anything else.
act_of_god: (pic#7627051)

[personal profile] act_of_god 2014-04-08 08:16 pm (UTC)(link)
She mimes writing words on the palm of her hand with her finger, then pushes her upraised hand at him. She's swallowing a lot of disgust at this, giving him a massive benefit of the doubt. She may not have bee trained to fight non-humans but when the Covenant showed up, she and the other Spartans were the only things keeping humanity from complete annihilation.
driftlock: (think carefully)

[personal profile] driftlock 2014-04-09 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
"You got any special skills, they pretty much let you do your thing in combat." At least that's been his experience. "But I guess your kind doesn't have an alt mode or anything." Humans: so lame.
smallest: Quote by Lucille ("He's not a monster!")

[personal profile] smallest 2014-04-09 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
It was slight, but he shrank from her when she raised her hand to him. It was not that he thought she would strike him. It was just, well, a palm was a very small writing surface. For lack of a better option, he traced letters across her hand. He tried to keep it short.

I'm just a songster
Once called a monster
act_of_god: (pic#7627050)

[personal profile] act_of_god 2014-04-09 05:54 am (UTC)(link)
"Alt mode?" She did have her armor, if not at this moment.

She'd get it back, or there would be hell to pay.
act_of_god: (pic#7627034)

[personal profile] act_of_god 2014-04-09 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
Songster? Did she read that right? She frowns, cocking her head slightly. It's certainly not the kind of answer she would have expected.

"You're a musician? Do you--" She's about to say sing, but given his vocal attempt she assumes that's not really feasible. "--play an insrument?"
driftlock: (confrontation)

[personal profile] driftlock 2014-04-10 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
"You know, like what you turn into, like a jet or a car or something." He's still loose on the idea of humans not having them. WEIRD.
act_of_god: (pic#7627050)

[personal profile] act_of_god 2014-04-10 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
She just stares at him blankly for a moment. No, that wasn't anything like her armor. He did realize that organics didn't have independently moving parts, right?

"No, we're not really capable of that. Yet."
driftlock: (flare of conscience?)

[personal profile] driftlock 2014-04-10 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
"Hnf. Well, I'm sure you've got, you know, some kind of combat skill that's pretty badaft." Deadlock wants to believe in you. Primus knows he's tired of being the only fighter he trusts around here.
act_of_god: (pic#7627051)

[personal profile] act_of_god 2014-04-10 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
"As a matter of fact, I do." There's a ghosting of a smile; Kelly's one hell of fighter and she's proud of it, and that's even without her armor. With it she's nigh unstoppable.
alittlesweptup: ('eeey)

[personal profile] alittlesweptup 2014-04-10 07:23 am (UTC)(link)
"So you've been having a go of it over some temples. Classy. Sure the locals are all over that, mate." He punctuates it with a suggestive eyebrow quirk and a lopsided pull at the corner of his mouth.

Walking at a clip, it shouldn't take long for them to reach wherever Nate's leading. "Met any aliens yet? Native, I mean. Not like us."
smallest: All the way from... somewhere else." Quote by Lucille ("The master of the guitar.)

[personal profile] smallest 2014-04-10 12:07 pm (UTC)(link)
If only she had asked. However, he could not correct what he did not know so he only nodded. Instead of writing out an answer, he held one hand out as if he were holding something and then ridiculously mimed playing a guitar. It looked a lot like he was stroking his chest.

Where was that guitar anyway? He looked around. It was important to him; he did not want to lose it.

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