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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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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."
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Because Nate isn't about to embarrass himself by leading Charlie over there.
Rounding the corner brings the library in view. "Not yet. Been kind of quiet so far, for a Fleet on the run."
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The library, when it comes into view, is kind of painfully obvious - looks exactly like the sort of building that ought to be housing a bunch of books or data files or whatever they've got their information on. God only knows (though Charlie's secretly hoping it's the former; he's had enough with diamond drives and all that rubbish).
"Makes sense. Still a bit of a let down, yeah?"
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The idea of meeting aliens was cool in theory, but with some of the strangeness he had been confronted with in Exsilium, part of him wants to keep it strictly between humans for a while. Maybe like a month maximum. That was reasonable.
"From the sound of it, most of the aliens around here are hostile, and everyone they've got to fight for them is drafted from whoever they pull in. But you knew that, didn't you?"
He reaches over to tenderly squeeze the other man's bicep as they walk. Charlie looks like too much of a brute for a military recruiter to pass up, after all. "You gonna take them up on that?"
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"Don't think I'm the military type, darling. Bad performance record in the family history, you know." He's being facetious, lame jokes from all corners. "So that gives me, what, a few months to get things sorted and find something workable before they leave me on an asteroid somewhere. --You? Angling for military?"
Charlie gives Nate an exaggerated up-down for effect.
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If Charlie wants to go on talking about 'bad family history'. Its a one-off joke -- Nate isn't really interested in talking about it. Hasn't been since he was a kid.
"Wasn't. They consider education to be a workable affair around here," he comments, putting his hands to his hips. "But to tell you the truth, I'm not the biggest fan of the pacing. Military's starting to look more attractive." At least that way, he could get out and explore a bit.
Most of him is joking -- he's not the 'shoot first, ask questions later' kind of guy, much as he runs around pegging suits for standing in his path.
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"You do realize that means taking orders from other people, don't you? I hear they're big on that sort of thing. Also getting up early and running drills, I expect."
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He throws him a curious raise of his eyebrow and he looks serious for all of two seconds before a playful smirk places itself on his face. He never was a good liar.
"Looks like I'm doomed to some remote planet, in that case. Maybe I can build a vacation house."
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As he's certainly not going to earn that title himself any time soon.
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At the mention of being the hairy one, Nate subconsciously runs a hand through his hair, and then across the stubble on his face. All things considered, neither of them have any right to that title.
"Intergalactic smuggling sounds pretty exciting, actually. I'm in."
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In this hypothetical reality, Nate is apparently the benefactor in this relationship.
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He may or may be privately appreciating the novelty of being responsible enough to manage his own money. It may or may not last long when he remembers that Sully isn't there with them to share the joke.
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So no nuclear weapons or extremely high powered lasers on the cargo list. Noted for future reference. "I assume that puts the usual list of suspects out the window as well, yes? Space narcotics, live cargo and the like." Which, coming from a man somewhat defined by his qualms and nitpicking, is a joke all the way down the list. "What's that even leave?"
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"Besides, we're just asking for trouble getting involved with those guys."
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