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

rung | transformers idw

[brightspark]

[ there is definitely a robot off to one side after the briefing, sorting out his comm device. he's a scrawny little thing, about human height now, with thin, almost fragile-looking limbs and a face that is set into faintly distressed lines. he-- appears to be trying to find anyone he knows.

.. rung's not happy when he actually does. 'deadlock'? proteus? sentinel prime? proteus and sentinel have been dead for millions of years, and drift hasn't gone by the name deadlock in quite some time. and then there's shockwave, and for a moment, rung isn't certain how he should feel. logic says that if it's him, he'll be the monster he became. but then, logic hasn't had much to do with his day thus far, so he may as well hope for something better.

he lifts one thin hand, rubbing his forehelm absently, before glancing up, away from his comm device. perhaps there's someone who knows where to find the others and--just perhaps--already knows them in person. ]

[dragonspooker]

[A short, redheaded human pauses in passing by Rung to look him over curiously. She then glances around, then gives Rung a more discerning look.]

...never seen an upset golem before. First time for everything, I guess.

[brightspark]

[ he lifts his head at the voice, optics flickering in surprise, brows lifting. oh. of course, he knows that most of those present here are organic races, but to be perfectly frank, his experience with them is relatively limited. there'd been hedonia, of course, and occasional encounters over his lifetime, but..

still, he offers a small, warm smile. ] I'm a Cybertronian, actually. My name is Rung.

[dragonspooker]

[Okay, never seen a TALKING golem, either. Lina looks rather surprised that Rung spoke on top of being expressive. It takes her a moment to indulge in a good bit of staring before she plants her hands on her hips and looks rather curious.]

What's a Cybertronian?

[brightspark]

[ goodness, he's not terribly accustomed to looking down at people. only minibots tend to be smaller than rung. but then, organic races do tend to be on the smaller size, and he thinks this one is a bit small even for humans. a.. female, he thinks, judging from the voice and shape.

he shifts, tucking away his comm device behind a panel that moves aside for that purpose, then laces his fingers together as he considers how to answer. ]

We are.. an inorganic race from the planet Cybertron. As alive as you, simply formed differently.

[dragonspooker]

Inorganic? Well, maybe my golem comparison isn't all that off, provided it had like... A soul bound to it, or something, but that's really complicated and probably pretty unethical to do. Rezo could probably pull it off, if he didn't already...

[Sorry, Rung - pardon the tiny organic idly pondering how your existence works in terms she's familiar with.]

[blindlygo]

[Geordi had heard that more of the victims of the fold-space engine were awakening, and being briefed, and so, despite his renewed vigor in searching the Fleet's technical specs, he'd set aside the datapad and gone to the briefing rooms.

It's not that he needs to hear the whole explanation again. It's just that he hasn't heard one way or another about any Starfleet personnel that might have been still unconscious when he was herded down to his own briefing. So he looks for familiar faces, and when the briefing ends, he starts moving through the crowd once more.

He hasn't found a familiar face, but he finds himself pausing as he catches sight of one particular figure. It reminds him of Kagerou, which reminds him of the way Kagerou was treated- and that is enough to make up his mind to approach.]

Excuse me.

[brightspark]

[ the voice brings his head and gaze up, optics flickering beneath their protective lenses, faintly startled despite himself. an organic, probably human by his best guess--though he hasn't had many encounters with humanity before now--and.. he's fairly certain that this one's optics aren't standard. (he's studied them, at least.)

he hesitates, a little flustered, before a smile curves across his mouth, small and warm and friendly. ] Ah, hello.

[blindlygo]

[Nervousness seems to be a theme among the what he thinks are androids Geordi is running into here. Plenty of the humans too, and all with obvious reason. It's had the effect of strengthening Geordi's already present intent to be friendly, which is easily reflected in his own smile.]

Hey. I don't mean to interrupt anything, but... you seem a little lost.

[brightspark]

[ he ex-vents in a small huff of laughter, brows lifting. ] I have to admit, I didn't expect to be accidentally kidnapped when I came out of recharge today. This sort of thing doesn't really happen to me. [ as far as he knows, he's never been shrunk before, either. but that's something to worry about later. in the meantime.. ]

I was trying to see if any of my patients were here, but.. [ he glances down at his comm device, frowning faintly. ] The only familiar names are ones that shouldn't be here at all. [ .. but.. wait, he's being rude, isn't he? he glances back up, expression faintly startled. ] Oh, goodness. My apologies-- My name is Rung, it's nice to meet you.

[blindlygo]

[He holds up his hands in a 'no harm done' gesture.] I know introductions slipped my mind when I got that same speech two weeks ago. [In other words, for all his calm, he's in the same boat.]

Geordi La Forge, glad to meet you too.

[brightspark]

[ geordi la forge. he hesitates, fingers touching his mouth thoughtfully, brows lifting. ] Begging your pardon, my familiarity with humanity is a little lacking. You arrange your names, generally speaking, in two parts, yes? Do you prefer one or the other..? [ and if so, is it geordi, geordi la, la forge, or forge? he's really going to have to do some study when he gets a moment. ]

[blindlygo]

[Oh, time for a quick cultural lesson, apparently. It's definitely a more pleasant explanation than the one for his VISOR, and he's had his last name create confusion.]

That's right. Usually the first name is personal, and the second is a family name. In my case, La Forge is the family one, but you can call me Geordi.

[He's no first contact diplomat, but he's pretty sure he's managing here.]

[brightspark]

Geordi, then. [ his smile brightens, warmly open, as he tucks his comm device away, a panel on his chassis opening for that purpose. it seals shut afterward, and he laces his fingers lightly together. ]

So you've been here for two weeks..? Am I the first Cybertronian you've met here?

[blindlygo]

I suppose so. I met someone who looked similar [Meaning, looked like a large humanoid robot] but he described himself as an A.I., and that doesn't sound like what you mean.

[It's obvious, with the tilt of his head, that he's observing Rung rather closely.]

Re: rung | transformers idw

[senseandcecilbility]

[A butler-like figure is watching Rung with mild concern. This arrival seems to be kind of shocked, but Kevin doesn't know how to approach him. Do robots have feelings? If not, this one certainly mimics them rather well.]

[brightspark]

[ rung notes the eyes on him and pauses, glancing up to meet them. for a moment, he looks a little startled, optics flickering behind their lenses, before he offers a warm, encouraging smile. even lost and confused, rung is kind of always in therapist mode. ]

Hello.

[senseandcecilbility]

'Hello, sir. I take you are not a local?'

Kevin vaguely wonders if there is a man inside the robot. Sometimes there is. Perhaps a really tiny one?

[sadicetic]

[Interested? Definitely. When Rung takes his attention away from his communicator, it seems this woman had been standing here already, curiously looking him over.

Of course, seeing him lift his head prompts her to actually say something.]

What are you?

[brightspark]

[ oh! he startles a little, brows lifting in surprise. and goodness, such an abrupt question. but then, he's dealt with considerably worse over his lifetime, and he can understand the curiousity. to be frank, he's a little curious about the humans here, himself.

he smiles warmly, tucking his comm device away. ] I'm a Cybertronian. My name is Rung. And you are..?

[sadicetic]

A Cybertronian...[Thoughtful, before she gestures to their surroundings.] Like the technology here?

[Still, despite being more interested in what Rung is than who Rung is, an introduction is an introduction.]

Rung. [A nod in greeting.] A curious name for a curious person. I'm Esdese.

[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.

DEPLOYING NOODLEBOT

[staygoldponybot]

[ahahhah look at this tiny nerd. if he could laugh without spitting up a shitload of energon, sentinel would. ordinarily, he'd just ignore rung's existence - but this isn't exactly an ordinary situation.

but instead you get the gross noodlebot. unfortunately, all communication is going to have to be via text.]

I am assuming you are one of the listed Cybertronians.

Correct me if I am wrong.