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crux_fleet2014-04-01 02:35 pm
crux_npcs) wrote in 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.]
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.]
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"Cybertronian. Decepticon. You know, the good guys."
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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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"Why would they want to kill you?"
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"I'm sorry you had to deal with that." Good or bad, war was never a pleasant thing. Comfortable, for Kelly, familiar, but it's not exactly something anyone would wish for.
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"Yeah, well we've been making them plenty sorry they started messing with us."
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Must be one hell of a grudge.
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Compliments. They still kind of hurt. But she looks tougher than the average gross organic. "They've got a military here. It's not bad."
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"I'm not usually in the habit of joining a random military." She's a one-faction kind of gal, but if what they say bout this place is true she may have to rethink her stance.
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...don't think about that too much.
"Besides, you see how they run the military here, and you wanna feel safe at night? You join up." Because these people? IDIOTS.
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"They don't leave much of a choice, do they?"
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"If they gave you the whole 'oops our engines glitched and here you are' speech," he didn't know, he came in after that part on purpose, "they told us the same thing. What do you call idiots who keep using broken equipment?"
O-other than 'idiots'. He's just trying to say he doesn't trust their military without his own special military specialness.
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"My point is, I don't trust these fraggers to keep us safe from a solar flare." Hence: the military.
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"Military it is." As if she would have considered anything else.
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She'd get it back, or there would be hell to pay.
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"No, we're not really capable of that. Yet."
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Because he knows who to threaten to get it, most likely.