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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
He takes one look at the motorcycle over Zouichi's shoulder and, feeling slightly inadequate, shifts the blade to rest on his own. You're not the only one who's strong, tough guy.
"Not really, have you?"
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Uh ohZouichi shook his head. "Just got here. Since they mentioned some people woke up before this group, I thought I might be able to ask them how they've been treated so far. You can tell a lot about people by how they treat their guests."
He looked at Haseo's sword, took in the fine details and general style, and decided to hazard a hypothesis. "Let me guess: it's for slicing up dragons."
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He smirks when he's asked about his sword, though. Yes, good, this is a much better topic. "I haven't fought a dragon before," he admits, tapping it on his shoulder a couple times, "but it'd probably be pretty good for that, yeah. What about you? That stuff doesn't look like it's decorative."
no subject
"Most of my gear was designed for dealing with humanoids -- drones, mostly, or hostile paramilitary forces. But I've found that it works equally well on most other targets."
He patted the silvery case. "Coil rifle with a modular barrel. It's mostly for long-distance sniping. Although I've also used it for a few close encounters, too." Zouichi smiled a little at the memory. No kill like overkill!
no subject
"Sounds handy. Are you military or something?" He couldn't think of another reason why someone might use phrases like 'hostile paramilitary forces'.
no subject
In fact, it was probably the most relaxed he'd been for months.
"Sorry about that. No, I'm not... and where I'm from, you don't want to be. Toua Heavy Industries, Security Division. I'm corporate. And you?"