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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
The movement draws some attention. There are some other robots around, mechanical suits, really, that were roughly Sentinel Prime's size. Thankfully, they didn't seem as heavily armed, but the fact that they had weapons in an environment like this probably said something as to how confident they were.
The one who answers him is a young man in the all-black of Engineering. An Ensign, from the looks of things. Not that Shockwave had that knowledge yet.
In any case, he makes an amused noise. "The two Queens didn't want to speak to anyone and then the Senators all want to talk to someone. Yes, Senator Shockwave, you may speak to Captain Allerdyce after the briefing. She's already accepted the other request, so we should be able to squeeze you in easily enough."
Apparently not considering his statement worth following up on, he gestures to a small, spindly robot. "We apologize for the state of our drones. We made them in a hurry a few weeks ago and we're still working on an improved model. You'll need to use this to attend the briefing. We can let you control it through radio signals, if you've got that capability, or we have some electrodes and lenses to let you control it remotely through your own, ah..." How to phrase it? He waves his hands for a moment, then sighs. "...the same impulses that you move your own limbs."
no subject
"There's another Senator here?" That was-- he trusted very few of his coworkers. Just Dai Atlas, in fact, although Sherma and Momus had both appealed to him before their murder. Shockwave wasn't going to hold his breath for anyone he'd like to see. "Your Captain Allerdyce has my thanks."
Which just leaves the small drone. He crouches down to get a better glance at it, a thoughtful hum coming from his throat. "Understood. I'll take the second option." Mostly because he'd like to see the tech involved.