Crux Fleet NPCs ([personal profile] crux_npcs) wrote in [community profile] crux_fleet2014-05-01 08:50 pm

0008: NEW ARRIVAL BRIEFING

Who: New Arrivals, Graham Baker
Where: Briefing Room
When: Late afternoon, Aprilo 29th
Warnings: None

When awakening, the immediate surroundings are swarming with activity and very chaotic. The people in the medical ward are polite and understanding, but firmly refuse to answer questions until the briefing. Especially not after some group of kooks earlier decided that they'd throw a tantrum and bug out of the hospital before anything can get said. 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. Fortunately for the robots, things are much more organized.

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.

Ten members of Security line the walls and various exits, looking rather displeased to be here. Graham Baker, a balding man in an ill-fitting suit, stands at the head of the room with an easy smile, seemingly unbothered by any previous ruckus.

[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.]
fierybluebird: (hm?)

[personal profile] fierybluebird 2014-05-02 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
At first, Marco was determined to tell the authorities to bugger off. Between the war of Marineford and four years of the political bullshit between Balamb and Galbadia, Marco's temper towards established authority figures hadn't softened much. Still, he promised Grell and Espio he'd listen, so fine, it couldn't hurt. And if he didn't like it, he'd walk out. No problem. But the minute they started talking about folding space and artificial gravity, it all clicked. He'd been toying with time in order to fold the space, but he hadn't been able to counter the pull of gravity from other dimensions. He'd need to use someone with control over gravity, of space. And that.... was not going to happen easily. Especially since even if Blackbeard wound up here, Marco would murder him in a second. He heaved a sigh of relief, his hand going to his forehead.

Wherever Thatch and Ace were, it wasn't dead. Suspended in time maybe, or moving slower, but likely due to the pull. It'd been risky from the start. He told Thatch that, but... Well, it was his brothers. He'd do anything for them, and he'd do it again.

Marco rubbed his temples trying to figure out more about the deaths - probably a part of the anti-gravity and jump -- and more importantly the military and scientists aspects.

Which is roughly when the part about how they were on a freaking spaceship the size of a port, in fucking space sunk in. Espio had said it before, and for all Marco refused to concede he was panicking, he'd definitely been distracted by thoughts of time, death, dimensions, and way too much of the rest.

Space.

They were on a ship.

They were on a flying ship.

In space.

Fuck.

Marco raised a hand. "Can you please tell use more about the military and how it's organized, the Wadjit who think we're pirates," maybe they didn't consider them pirates but hopefully they did, he could work a lot better with that, "And what kind of previous work experience applies for ranks?"

The scientific studies of dimensions he could help with, especially when it came to time, but right then, he had no intentions of going home until he found a way to secure his brothers first and foremost.
fionna_time: (Pout II)

[personal profile] fionna_time 2014-05-02 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
This stuff was definitely flying over her head, and keeping up only gave her a headache. Than goodness Marco was here.

"Yeah, and tell us about the Scrotom fleet too. Some of us don't know lots about all these ships. Well, these kinda ships anyway."
fierybluebird: (Throw your head back and laugh)

[personal profile] fierybluebird 2014-05-03 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
Not even trying to maintain a straight deadpan face can keep Marco from snickering childishly at that. Oh man, the jokes that could have been had if the rest of his brothers were here... He'll have to remember to tell it to them later, although it means Scutum-Crux will never be seen as such again by the Whitebeard pirates, but if you asked Marco, he'd say it's worth it.

Half of the ship terms are totally over his head though, so he'll leave it to Fionna.

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fierybluebird: (Studious and smart)

[personal profile] fierybluebird 2014-05-03 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
Indeed the seven tracks were easy enough. Piloting sounded like Espio's field, although Marco suspected that the chameleon might prefer to go through some schooling again just in case. Communications was probably Grell's thing. Command and Science however were both of interest to Marco at this point.

Still, it was hard to ask the right questions without giving away his hand entirely. Even in Balamb Garden where Marco was almost flamboyantly open about his career choice as a pirate, he still had to downplay it a lot. And his experience hadn't counted for anything. How many times had he wanted to kick Squall in the face? Right. And asking about any large group of enemy was going to be complex of course, but since the Crux Fleet was already deemed thieves, at minimum that put Wadit on an organized level, and the Crux Fleet on a nomadic one.

Marco rubbed his chin in thought and held up a finger. "What do the Wadjit think we've stolen?" The 'We' might be premature, but he might as well roll with it. They were being offered a fantastic deal in exchange for whatever help they could get, and Marco absolutely did not fancy his family's chances in space alone. And until he could find the others, this was going to be a good place for a base of operations. A second finger went up, "How large an area do they claim as their territory?" Everywhere possibly. Or maybe just every planet in the travelable vicinity, or maybe just the valuable planets. Later Marco was going to shake his head at how easily he adjusted his thinking from islands to continents and now to stars. Strange, really. But he didn't have time for that now. A third finger, "And are they as homogenous as the lot in this room," a vague gesture to everyone in the briefing room recently arrived and encompassing several different races and species, "Or is it prejudicially motivated?" Someone had to ask it. Especially given the situation in Balamb and his own world and family.

"And while I might be interested in helping the military, I'll need to see a code of laws first." And whether they required uniforms. Because like hell was he going to wear a uniform again. "I've led sixteen hundred unruly men for the last three decades," because trying to command pirates was a lot harder than marines, no matter what anyone thought. Marines were taught to take orders, pirates argued at any suggestion they didn't like, and that included Marco himself. Which was the other problem, Marco wasn't ever going to take an order from someone he didn't respect, or an order he couldn't respect. "I've been in second in command of fifty thousand men," the Whitebeard allies were extensive, and Marco didn't want to think about the pressure of that all falling on his head 'now.' Whenever he did decide to go back home... hahaha which probably wouldn't be until he could manipulate himself into an alternate universe where Ace and Thatch were alive, at this point. "And I've unfortunately spent the last four years at a Mercenary Academy where I led both a Disciplinary Committee and a smaller more obedient group."

Marco figured he might as well get the credentials out there early before they pulled some Zabala shit and made him start all over again. "However," because there was definitely going to be a however, and Marco figured he might as well make it loud and clear for the sake of the rest of the new people in the room too, "I won't take commands I don't agree with, and I won't follow someone I don't respect. I've only ever had one captain's orders I'd follow, and I find people do a lot better with orders from someone they trust to fight for their goals than someone with a secret agenda." That was also for Espio's sake, even if the chameleon was keeping quiet so far. Although Marco was certain Espio was going to work in a quip or two about the rank deal. Marco had never gotten over the constant series of insulting demotions. And he never would.

"With all due respect, sir," Marco gave a polite nod to their speaker, "I appreciate the opportunity you're offering, and I'll be glad to help you out as I can." He half expected Grell and Espio to give him away on that one. Truthfully, he meant it too, but given how much he'd freaked out at first that morning, his words probably didn't quite match his usual rebellious attitude that had included a lunchroom riot and frequently yelling 'fuck the cops' and 'down with the man' even when the man was a woman. And Marco didn't help people for no reason. He had a million and one good reasons to help here, however, which was why he offered it. "But I want to know what I'm getting into. And when you say we might be pirates..."

A truly GIANT grin split Marco's face, "I hope that means a modicum of freedom, eh?" Still, he gave an almost non-sarcastic salute with two fingers and a far more formal nod of his head. "Though I am quite sorry for your losses." As someone who had dealt with too many deaths of his own in command, and that of his father, captain, and the only person he took orders from, he could definitely sympathize. It was a warning sign too. The risks of what he was so casually playing with. What the Scutum-Crux Fleet was playing with, as well.
gunholic: (axl; growlyface)

[personal profile] gunholic 2014-05-02 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
Axl was more than ready to spend the entire fragging briefing curled up in the stupid egg pod and sulk. It was bad enough he had to wake up without a body-- and really whoever thought that was a marvelous idea did not have any idea how close they'd come to him shooting them in the face afterward-- but whoever had managed to sim his programming outside his body had also confiscated his armor call. Paperwork bullshit for things that weren't his fault?

So tempted to shoot people in the face. And he couldn't even chalk that one up to Lumine's data.

The word "citizenship" did get his attention, though. 'roids in the Earth Federation didn't get full citizen status, hence Mavericks usually getting retired without trial, but if here was different it might almost even things back up.

"You guys have any paramilitary or armed NGOs here?" Axl finally asked, waving a little. He didn't much like the idea of joining a formal military (too Earth Federation, and he was still a bit bitter about getting almost bombed into oblivious kthx), but the Hunters weren't really militia either... and he was willing to bet that if this "Admiral Bulsara" could tell the civilian sector what to do about all of them, there was probably a pretty incestuous relationship going on between the militia and the military proper.
gunholic: (axl; dismay)

[personal profile] gunholic 2014-05-03 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
Well, that sort of indirectly answered his question.

"What about.. I dunno.. regular police?"

Yeeeeeeeah, Axl was starting to think that staying away from the fighty establishment until he had some better info was probably a good idea. There was a little too much convenience about the whole being stuck in the middle of hostile territory and trading a bunch of people for others who might be able to fight. And even if it wasn't... blindly trusting to a single chain of command started more problems than it solved. He'd seen that enough times already.

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redcinemareel: (Grell: srs bsns)

[personal profile] redcinemareel 2014-05-02 10:24 am (UTC)(link)
Everything Baker was saying sounded exactly like what Marco had said. Fates, was Marco actually right?! It seems that messing with time and space in space sounds dangerous, and ridiculous. Yet it was all very real. She wonders how much more Marco will get involved with figuring things out when it comes to space time control. It was now sounding similar to the battle to control and abuse time.

Marco had already asked the more important questions of rank. She was curious about training, since all of the technology surrounding them was so far out from Balamb Garden's standard that she wanted to learn as much as she possibly could. The room alone deserved a walk around when this was all done. She definitely wanted one of these chairs.

Grell raised her hand, still wearing her hospital gown, and had stepped up her wardrobe with a blanket.

"What are the most popular foods here?" It had better not include hot dogs, or so help them all.
fierybluebird: (Throw your head back and laugh)

[personal profile] fierybluebird 2014-05-02 08:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Marco couldn't help laughing at that. It was a relief, and the first real tension-breaker he'd had all day. Leave it to Grell to get to the bottom of the more important things he had completely forgotten about.

Well, they mentioned agriculture, so where there were grains, there had to be booze. Or at least, the capacity for booze. No matter what foods were popular here or not, Marco mentally sketched a few more plans while they bought more time.

'I love you' Marco mouthed quietly to the woman at his side.
redcinemareel: (Grell: ...you're kidding me.)

I hope that 'woman at his side' is Grell LOL

[personal profile] redcinemareel 2014-05-02 10:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Why was Marco laughing? This is serious! She doesn't want to battle her way through a cafeteria again just to get to the other non-hot dog food!

She sees his message and smiles, mouthing 'I love you, too' and added a wink and smile.
fierybluebird: [Marco arching an eyebrow leaning on an arm with blue background] (laugh)

BUT OF COURSE ;) I assumed Fionna is on Grell's other side and Espio on Marco's

[personal profile] fierybluebird 2014-05-02 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
And that in itself is what amuses him.

He cheers right up at her response, the anxiety and stress from this morning that caused the panicky outburst already beginning to fade away.

XDDD RIGHT?

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redcinemareel: (Grell: uwaaaaa~!)

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Finally! Grell could actually make a home cooked meal without poisoning anyone!

"Any style?!" She's imagining a meal consisting of tender, moist steak with side servings of some classy pasta. This fabricator is going to be her best friend! "And these are equipped in all lodgings?"

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[personal profile] chaoscontroller 2014-05-02 04:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Waking up in that place had been quite the déjà vu experience. The stasis tubes, the beds, the white coats, everything had been awfully familiar, something perhaps to be thankful for. While Shadow was still confused, distrustful and wary of everything and everyone in there, he allowed them to explain, he even allowed them to give him instructions and as such he followed the group to the very expected briefing. He wanted to know what was going on, besides, even if accidentally, they had saved him from certain death, unleashing hell on them would probably be... unwise.

When he entered the room he was even wearing that silly looking hospital outfit (in his size and everything... how thoughtful), because apparently someone thought fur wasn't enough coverage for him. He was missing his usual attire, in need for his actual hover shoes, gloves and more importantly, his inhibitor rings. No wonder why he felt slightly lightheaded, he was using all his strength to keep his own power inside. This briefing thing would hopefully be fast, he needed his stuff back or they would have to deal with something bigger than the fuzz that he heard had happened in the medical ward.

He sat on one of those funny looking chairs —surely the good old Doctor Eggman would love the design...—, crossed his arms upon his chest and he listened. He couldn't hold a bitter sneer that went together with very clear mocking sound at how their experiment failed. Attempting to control time and space like little kids, amateurs... Hah... Somehow he could bet (if he had anything) that such brilliant idea had been engineered by humans.

There was so much information. Or perhaps not enough. Shadow had never been given the chance to choose what he wanted to do, not in this way, not after everything... He certainly had to do something just... what?

Everything, of course.

The hedgehog doesn't raise a hand, but does raise his voice over the crowd.

"Excuse me if I find hilarious that your first suggestion for a job is for everybody to fight your war instead of helping fixing the main problem."

Okay, it wasn't the first thing Baker had suggested, but it wasn't the point. And whether if Shadow found it funny or not, he was deadly serious. He was sure he could give their scientist a lesson or two about how time and space worked.
espio: (kind of suspicious...)

[personal profile] espio 2014-05-02 05:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Up until this point, Espio had been quietly paying attention to Baker, frowning as he processed the information and tried to consider what he and the rest of his family might do here. After all, he didn't particularly want to join the military - he has the training, albeit for a mercenary organisation rather than a military one, but if there's more options available then he would really rather not be fighting someone else's war.

What snapped him out of his thoughtful reflection, however, was the sound of a familiar voice that instantly had him on edge, the first words coming to his mind being Oh. Shit.

Of all the people to run into, it had to be Shadow?!

Espio defensively backed into his seat and tensed, scanning the room for the hedgehog and, on finding him, watched him cautiously. Logic reminded him that the last time he'd met Shadow, it had been an alternate... emotion, however, told him simultaneously to run away and to attack.

Regardless of which Shadow it might be, Espio's attention was now completely diverted from the whole briefing and was now firmly on what he saw as the murderous monster in the room. Clearly, his questions would have to wait.

[personal profile] chaoscontroller 2014-05-02 05:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Shadow was, of course, oblivious about anyone else's reactions to his words. He had his own issues to deal with in that the moment and he'd rather focus on not creating a crater in the middle of the briefing room if he allowed his emotions take the best of him. Despite of his efforts, though, to observant eye, there might be the random sparkle of energy coming from the hedgehog, as a electrical malfunction.

However, Shadow did feel a heavy stare on him, turning almost automatically to meet yellow eyes looking rather seriously at him. There was no recognition in Shadow's features for this individual, but he did stare long and hard, if only because the other looked like someone that could come from Shadow's world, but a moment later, the hedgehog turned back to the front of the room again.
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espio: (uncomfortable)

[personal profile] espio 2014-05-02 07:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Espio, however, didn't take his eyes off Shadow when he turned away. He had no idea whether he had been recognised or not, and Shadow did not seem very interested in him, but still the fact it was Shadow played on Espio's mind. He flinched when he spotted a small crackle of energy, but it didn't seem to mean anything.

Finally, though, despite his head still buzzing, he realised he was staring and averted his eyes, glancing anywhere but at Shadow - At Marco, at Baker, at the floor.

"Damn..." he murmured softly to himself, thoughts turning to absolute chaos.

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redcinemareel: (Grell: O RLY?)

[personal profile] redcinemareel 2014-05-02 10:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes, that part was something Grell wasn't very enthused about. She saw the black...cat? Wait, didn't she see him back in Balamb? Well, anyway, she couldn't help but notice the other.

"Agreed, although I do find that having actual options to not fight is nice." Unlike where she just came from. "They could have offered much less."

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Oh? Well, Shadow wasn't expecting someone to agree with him, but it was the extra information that was given which made him look for the one speaking. And he found her, sitting right next to the weirdos from before. It made him curious, though, the way she expressed herself like that.

"Talking by experience?"

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