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crux_fleet2014-02-15 04:37 pm
crux_npcs) wrote in crux_fleet2014-02-15 04:37 pm
Entry tags:
- !log,
- !new arrivals,
- !npc: captain hollis,
- !npc: graham baker,
- !npc: science captain mcengineer,
- .hack//g.u.: haseo,
- attack on titan: levi,
- battletech: cassiopia suthorn,
- biomega: kanoe zouichi,
- ffviii: selphie tilmitt,
- hataraku maou-sama!: urushihara hanzo,
- mcu: steve rogers,
- pandora hearts: oz vessalius,
- pandora hearts: xerxes break,
- slayers: lina inverse,
- star control: zex,
- star trek: odo,
- the covenant: chase collins,
- tron legacy: tron
0003: NEW ARRIVALS
Who: New Arrivals, Captain Jack Hollis, Science Captain Urist McEngineer, Graham Baker
Where: Briefing Room
When: Late afternoon
Warnings: None
When awakening, you'll find the area you're in to be very busy. The people in the medical ward are polite and understanding, but firmly refuse to answer questions until the briefing. 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 room is large, but not quite large enough for some of the bigger Cybertronians. They've been given drone bodies at least, skinny little things with no real features beyond primitive masks made of paper plates. There's seats for everyone, at least, well-cushioned and comfortable, and the room is pleasantly lit.
A few Security personnel, dressed in their red and black uniforms, stand at ease in the rooms in strategic areas. Three men stand at the head. One is Graham Baker, a slightly nervous-seeming middle-aged man wearing a multi-layered business suit that seems rumpled and oversized. The other two men are dressed in military uniforms, one with the blue undershirt and piping of Command, while the other wears the gold of Science.
[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.]
Where: Briefing Room
When: Late afternoon
Warnings: None
When awakening, you'll find the area you're in to be very busy. The people in the medical ward are polite and understanding, but firmly refuse to answer questions until the briefing. 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 room is large, but not quite large enough for some of the bigger Cybertronians. They've been given drone bodies at least, skinny little things with no real features beyond primitive masks made of paper plates. There's seats for everyone, at least, well-cushioned and comfortable, and the room is pleasantly lit.
A few Security personnel, dressed in their red and black uniforms, stand at ease in the rooms in strategic areas. Three men stand at the head. One is Graham Baker, a slightly nervous-seeming middle-aged man wearing a multi-layered business suit that seems rumpled and oversized. The other two men are dressed in military uniforms, one with the blue undershirt and piping of Command, while the other wears the gold of Science.
[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.]
LOCKED TO SENATOR PROTEUS
He seems properly apologetic enough, though that could be the politeness of someone staring down a robot taller than a house. Even if there were armed guards in Model Ts standing about, they could only react so swiftly.
no subject
Now that he was back in his own body, he had to ground himself. Find out how to reconnect with Cybertron and straighten out this mess. And then exact thorough vengeance of the incredibly petty variety. That was the most important part.
For now, this officer would get a polite response back, careful and entirely aware of the tension in the room.
"Thank you."
"I understand that your vessels were not constructed with Cybertronians in mind," he seemed empathetic to the awkward position they were all in,"and I am appreciative of your rescue efforts, but I can't readily accept a hangar as a permanent place of residence without protest. A private quarter is a basic courtesy that would be granted to any other species, particularly to any of their envoys."
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"No, we've had two of you Cybertronians wake up so far and they complained about the 'housing' arrangements as well. After they did, we set up some temporary housing for you in the city, but it's a little bare-bones. Sorry about that, we're still trying to figure things out with you all and the two that're here aren't really the friendly type. And before we can take you there, you need to attend the briefing. It has a lot of important information."
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"That is an improvement, but I would still want to meet the one responsible for our future accommodations - in person, if possible. Having a liaison between our species would allow for more organized communication."
no subject
At his demands there's a bit of hushed whispering amongst the lower ranks. The officer speaking to him turns to them. "Who's in charge of that kind of thing?" There's a moment before someone answers him and he snorts. "Baker? The man's an incompetent! No, let me guess, the next step is Hollis? Like we need Admiral Bailey's bootlicker in charge of this. Call up Sergeant Johnson, tell him to call in that favor with his aunt."
He turns to Proteus. "Your diplomatic liason will be Captain Latoya Allerdyce. She's not here now, but there isn't any combat at the moment. By the end of the briefing, we can have a shuttle ready to take you to the Rasputin to meet with her. She can't come here at the moment, due to her duties aboard her ship, but we'll call so she can have a proper reception area set up." It would still be in the hangars, but maybe if they threw up some banners and flags Proteus wouldn't notice.
no subject
Proteus commits these names to memory as the human explains, keeping in mind the chatter amongst the others behind him. Taken with a grain of salt, of course, but it was always good to keep figures of authority in mind.
Captain Latoya Allerdyce. That was his doorway out, so to speak. Proteus gives the man a respectful nod.
"It is appreciated. If you are short on shuttles, I am capable of limited spaceflight myself."
Those nozzles on his back weren't just for show(unlike 80% of everything else). Using his alt mode was something he reserved for special occasions, but his first encounter with an alien Captain was considered well worth the effort.
"I didn't catch your name, officer."
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The officer blinks, then rubs the back of his head. "Ensign. Ensign Papadapalous. Sorry, Senator, it must have just slipped my mind."
He eyes Proteus and sighs. Man, this guy really, really isn't going to like the drones they have to offer. But he's got to make the gesture, or else Proteus probably wouldn't fit.
"There's, ah. Another problem, Senator. When we said that we weren't prepared for a... guest of your size, we meant it. When the two others woke up two weeks ago, we had to invent some drones for them to control from scratch, so that they could sit in on the briefing without having to tear out a wall or something. Unfortunately, what we came up with was a little... substandard."
Oh, here comes one now, being wheeled up on a rack. It's. Well. A Noodlebot Mk I.
"Basically, we can allow you to control this remotely, seeing and hearing through its sensors. It's capable of going everywhere you can't fit. We're nearly finished on the second model now, but the only ones we have available are, well. These." The apology is unspoken, but it's still there.
no subject
But berating them on something they couldn't help would leave a poor impression of his character, so he softens that frown into a look of puzzlement. It really was rather unfortunate they had to deal with all this in such a short amount of time.
"I understand you had to make this in short notice. I will use it if its necessary."
Primus, that thing was insulting to nonsentient robotic creation everywhere. Is that a paper plate?
"How will I make the connection?"
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"Sorry." He bobs his head apologetically. "If you have radio capabilities, we can give you a unique channel to link up with. Otherwise..."
He turns and walks over to a mess of wires and, with three enlisted members rushing to help him lift it, he hefts a chest almost as large as he was. They carry it over and set it down in front of Proteus. "The Confederation has a lot of information on mechanical beings. We're pretty good at figuring out how they work. We can transfer you directly to the drone," And have threatened to do so to Deadlock more than once, "but that's asking a little much of you right now. Instead, we have these. They're primitive, but the better models will be coming with the new model drones."
The chest has wires ending in... caps. They're wire-frame gloves, over with a large pair of lenses designed to cap over his eyes and allow him to select several options on controlling his drone. "The tips of these fit over your fingers, we've measured your hands already, and it basically acts as a motion capture system for your arms and hands. For actual movement, we can't have you walking around here, so..." He holds up a saucer about the size of his chest, with thick cables coming from it. "These electrodes. You pop them onto your head, then just think about where you want it to move and look. Wireless ones will come with the second model."
no subject
The Cybertronian's hands gently handle the gloves first, tentatively slipping them over his fingertips as instructed. They seemed tailored, as the officer had implied earlier. How much more analysis did they do while he was out?
"As a liaison to our race, I feel obligated to explain that we're alive in a way separate from other machines," he begins.
"I can describe this in more detail to Captain Allerdyce, but Cybertronians oftentimes spend their entire lives in one body, with the spark chambers untouched. Procedures like spark extraction are going to be considered a grievous invasion of privacy."
The gloved hand reaches for the electrodes and lenses to test the drone connection.
no subject
"We apologize for the necessity of your... spark extraction. Captain Allerdyce will undoubtedly fill you in on the... political details. But if we hadn't done so, there likely would have been a risk of, ah. Serious feedback issues if you'd just powered up after a dimensional shunt like that."
The lenses give him a clear view of what the Drone can see, along with a (somewhat primitive) HUD indicating power and systems status. Viewing modes include nightvision and normal, and the gloves and electrodes work as advertised. It at least moves smoothly, even if it looks ridiculous.