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crux_fleet2014-05-01 08:50 pm
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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.]
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.]
perfectly okay! :D
Unfortunately, in her nervous distraction she was still struggling to avoid people herself. And after being rudely shoved past by yet another person (another filthy alien, their numbers here greater than anything she'd ever seen on the Empire's own fleet), she felt almost petty enough to risk exposure just to put the offending person through the nearest wall, and-
And then she backed right into something else, managed half a surprised curse as she tried to dance around this obstruction also, to not step on the creature, only to find herself stumbling over it anyway. , quickly scrabbled to her feet again immediately after, and shot the little alien creature a furious look before turning her anger on the people passing by.
"Who left their blasted akk mutt off its leash?"
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Oh no... No, no, he didn't hear her saying that!
"W-what?!" Oh dear, he felt so insulted that his usual soft voice went up a few degrees higher.
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But the problem was that it talked, earned a second, sharper look from her, and for the first time since she'd woken up she actually found herself speechless. And she studied the strange looking creature as if only just noticing it for the first time, through her disgust of it being there at all.
She never could stay silent for very long, though.
"I'm sorry," she sneered. "I'm not sure how I mistook a rat for a hound."
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No...
"Hmph..." No, he wasn't going to go down to her level. He could do much better. "And here I thought humans were the blindest creatures of them all." He said to himself, loudly enough to be perfectly heard as he dusted his fur and fixed his gloves. For someone like Shadow, that was enough of an insult. He wasn't some savage creature, he was the Ultimate Life Form, and it was giving the female... whatever she was, a dirty look from head to toes.
"Be more careful the next time, you don't want to break a leg." If from the fall or from provoking him, it wasn't clear.