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Entry tags:
- !log,
- !new arrivals,
- !npc: captain hollis,
- !npc: graham baker,
- !npc: science captain mcengineer,
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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
[And none of the names on the roster were doctors that he recognized. This was troubling for him. Sentinel is pivotal if he wanted to quickly grow his influence here. Especially among the other Cybertronians. He would need to make medical treatment a priority.]
That miner on Messatine?
[He goes down on one knee to make proper eye contact.]
How could he have done this - to you?
no subject
[how does proteus not remember any of this? is this why he's didn't arrive with a hole in his head?how much should be even tell the senator about what happened?
sentinel attempts to make optic contact, for all the good it'll do with his own barely functioning.]
There is much to discuss if you don't remember it before you arrived.
no subject
[He'd rest a hand on the massive Autobot, but there was no where he could really touch he was comfortable with. Whatever wasn't roughly patched up was just scraped, bare metal or oozing energon.]
[It looked quite disgusting, really. So he's just going to keep eye contact instead.]
I was on my way to a meeting to better communicate with our hosts. I will be sure to mention better medical care for you.
no subject
I see. You may want to mention the quality of the synthetic energon, too.
no subject
I'm surprised they managed to generate any energon at all.
[These aliens may be more resourceful than he thought.]
Focus on your recovery, Sentinel. Don't try to move before your systems are fully repaired.
[He stands up.]
I'll do what I can on my end.
no subject
[you ass >8(]
I would not expect anything less.