0003: NEW ARRIVALS

[crux_npcs]

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.]

Comments

[tomemyoutliers]

( It's almost an embarrassment to be using something so inelegant and cumbersome as a noodle-armed drone but Shockwave has quickly found out that he's not alone - there seems to be a rather large number of them. And one very obvious fellow Cybertronian.

Well there's no time like the present. )

You seem to be the only Cybertronian who's managed to escape having to use a drone.

( The paper plate that serves as his head is decorated with a simple smiling face - he, at least, had made a better impression on the technicians than some. His tone from the drone is friendly, if not quite as enthusiastic as the face might imply.

He'll get there though, given enough time. )

[brightspark]

[ rung actually startles a little at being addressed, lifting his gaze and.. staring at the drone, optics flickering in surprise. of course, he'd seen them during the briefing, but it hadn't immediately occurred to him what they were for, since rung himself seems to have been.. shrunk, but now it's starting to make sense.

he recovers himself with a slightly startled, warm smile. ] Oh! I-- I suppose so, somehow. I know I'm a bit archaic, but I'm not generally this small.

[ he resets his vocalizer, tucking his comm device away. ] My name is Rung, by the way.

[tomemyoutliers]

Their technology is capable of such a thing? ( A pause, and the tone is thoughtful. ) Well, with what we've been told I suppose it shouldn't come as a surprise. Folding space as a means of faster than light travel.

( He's unsurprised that it went wrong, but if he could see the notes and the calculations maybe something could be done... )

Shockwave. ( He passes on the Senator part, because it really is pointless to keep using it when he doesn't hold office here. ) It's a pleasure, Rung.