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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.]
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"Indeed, I don't believe anyone comes here by choice. At least not the ones simply awakening like we did. I had a different agenda myself."
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"And I'm supposed to believe we've all been sleeping for several months before this....awakening?" And if she sounds hesitant to ask, it's because she is. It can't be right. The war against the Republic is still going, her crew is still tied up in their own battles....
But it would explain why her mind seems so much quieter, at least for now.
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"I'm afraid we can't tell exactly how long we've been asleep. I'm not very familiar with the technique, as it hasn't yet been developed in my world. At least not for hum... sentient beings." He realizes just in time he shouldn't overuse the word human here. "Seems we are destined to travel wherever this spaceship takes us. For now, at least."
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It's a good thing he does catch himself, though, the near slip earning a brief look from her as she continues. She's used to the Imperials correcting themselves around her these days, and maybe it's that little reminder of home that lessens her frustration, just a bit. After all, even his accent is....
"At least their technology is a far sight better than carbonite," she muses, more to herself than to anyone else. Not that she's ever experienced it herself, but having seen the effects more than once, she can't say she ever wants to. And for a moment, she looks almost curious as she looks up at him again, and asks, "And what of you? Where do you come from?"
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Sorry, Hannibal is just learning to deal with non-humans, and he'd rather not offend anyone.
He looks curious. "I'm afraid I don't know about carbonite either. Technology in my world has not yet evolved as far as what we can see here in this spaceship. But I realize it is not the same for everyone here."
He had hoped she would ask. "I come from a planet called Earth, found in one of the many solar systems in the Milky Way. My planet is populated by humans and many other non-intelligent species." Not that he considers most humans intelligent, only a few lucky ones have earned that appreciation in his eyes.