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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.]
no subject
No matter which you looked at it, Selphie was legally an adult there and she'd have to act accordingly. With those intentions in mind, the girl waits patiently until some of the others have finished asking their questions before raising a hand gripping the hem of a pajama shirt sleeve to ask her question. She had skills that she figured would be beneficial to their military but just where exactly they would fit in was up in the air. Whatever the case, the girl ends up standing up to get their attention.
"Excuse me, sirs! In regards to transferring into your forces, what are the requirements for transfer?"
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The Captains had argued long and hard over this measure, and they still weren't sure how to process the higher-ranked individuals. But they'd be damned if they admitted it to anyone outside their chain of command.
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She sits back down eventually, her arms folding over her chest in a display of discomfort with this situation. There was a lot of information to absorb and Selphie had one more question to ask. "So would your organization have room for a mercenary or do I need to work my way up the ladder?
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Hollis holds up a finger, opens his mouth, frowns, prepares to start again, then stops. "...The militia might be better for mercenaries, honestly. If you started with us, you'd need to work your way up the ladder, to borrow your phrase. From my understanding, mercenaries aren't a very organized lot."
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"If you've ever heard of SeeD, Sir," Selphie retorted. "You would realize that our mercenaries are very different. There's absolutely nothing disorganized about it and maybe I'd rather be with the Militia than with the Military after all."
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Hollis, on the other hand, seems utterly unconcerned. He shrugs a little. "Perhaps if I'd heard of your SeeDs before meeting some of the mercenaries of this universe, or those so-called Vault Hunters and their little advertisement, I would be more positively indisposed towards them."
As it was, though...
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She flicked her wrist him dismissively, not wanting to hear another word from the pretty boy who could go take a long walk off a short pier for all she was concerned.