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crux_fleet2014-04-01 02:35 pm
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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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Why? The McCoy you worked with was young once too, y'know. [The wording, of course, being intentional.]
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You're going to have to do better then that, Doctor.
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Then allow me ask you a question first, Mr. Chekov. [He cups his hands behind his back, sighing inwardly. This is going to be a roller coaster to explain without tromping all over the Prime Directive.]
Where you came from, what was the last known status of Vulcan?
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[That question only prompted more questions, unfortunately. At this point Chekov really didn't care about the Prime Directive, he wanted answers.]
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I would say so. There's a goddamn black hole where Vulcan should be. [And he expects Chekov will have nothing short of eight thousand questions floating through his mind right now. But before Chekov can even get one syllable in, McCoy follows up with,]
Our timeline, the one that I'm from, it's been altered.
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[He gave a low whistle.] That certainly wasn't an explanation I was expecting to here.
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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.]
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[That was a new one. He was going to need some vodka after hearing these explanations. Alternate universe, a Romulan vessel causing the timeline disruption, and the Vulcan planet being destroyed...]
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You wanted an explanation? I gave you one.
I didn't want to believe it at first either, but... [What did Spock say? If you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth. He didn't think much of it until afterwards, until he found out about the older Spock and his role in all of this.]
It is the truth.