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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.]
Re: Ironhide | Transformers: IDW | HANGER | ota
"I'm looking for a red spacecraft. It's probably 18.8 meters long, with white trim and a cannon mounted on its ventral side -- about the length of the plane itself. Have you seen anything like that?" Of course, there was always the possibility that they were storing it in some other form, but it had always been kept as a fighter on his last ship.
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"Huh?"
His scowl turned a fraction less irate, and a good deal more thoughtful. He tilted his head. "Nah, sorry. Haven't seen anything like that."
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Zouichi knew the Lucifer had to be around. Otherwise, he'd have to use a human craft, and while he had nothing against them in particular, well. It was hard to give up that kind of speed and maneuverability.
...plus, he kind of liked the red.
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Was this kid saying it could transform? Like a Cybertronian? He squinted down at him, shifting his weight. After a moment's pause, he crouched.
"You sayin' it transforms?" he asked, jabbing a finger in the organic's direction.
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"It's much easier to perform fine manipulations and hand-to-hand combat when you have arms and legs."
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Since most of the jets he knew of were Decepticons and all.
"It run on energon too, or... what?"
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In fact, it was their versatility that had attracted Zouichi's interest in the first place. Not to knock on Gundams, of course.
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The word he was looking for was somewhere along the lines of "sentient", but his processor missed it. On any other day, he'd have gotten it. But today...? No way. Today was way too weird.
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"Although the Lucifer is a little unusual in that it allows for a direct neural interlink. Most of the cockpit also doubles as a reactive display, mirroring sensor data from outside the craft. By contrast, most Variable Fighters still require manual controls."
Actually, that was another reason he liked it. It kind of reminded him of the simulator.
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He paused. And looked the -- what he assumed was -- organic up and down. Repeatedly. He probably should have been listening to the description of capabilities and whatnot, but he was too busy trying to figure out what he was looking at.
"An AI?"
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"I'm a Synthetic Human. An artificial life form created to resemble a human being. It's kind of a long story."
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Okay, not the weirdest thing he'd heard today. He could deal with this. If it was a long story then... it probably wasn't going to be helpful in getting them out of here.
"So this thing of yours. The changin' ship. Can it get us off this brig?"
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Zouichi looked a little dubiously at his new acquaintance. "You're a little big to be piggybacking on a fighter, aren't you? I don't know how you'd do with planetary reentry, either."
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Too big?
He blinked, looking down at himself. "Never been a problem before, I don't think."
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Come to think of it, he didn't think he'd ever used the Lucifer to carry anything. Humans couldn't withstand the gravitational forces that the plane pulled off. A robot might be all right in that regard, depending on spec...
"But supposedly they're working on a way to get us all back home anyway."
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That idea was getting shot full of holes faster than a slow moving target on a firing range. He was just concerned. He didn't want to leave Sunstreaker all alone at the mercy of the Swarm, after all.
"Then they need to pick up the pace."
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It sounded like it had only been a few weeks and to be quite honest, that was still a lot better than the conditions of the last dimensional mishap he'd had to deal with.