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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
"Sorry." He bobs his head apologetically. "If you have radio capabilities, we can give you a unique channel to link up with. Otherwise..."
He turns and walks over to a mess of wires and, with three enlisted members rushing to help him lift it, he hefts a chest almost as large as he was. They carry it over and set it down in front of Proteus. "The Confederation has a lot of information on mechanical beings. We're pretty good at figuring out how they work. We can transfer you directly to the drone," And have threatened to do so to Deadlock more than once, "but that's asking a little much of you right now. Instead, we have these. They're primitive, but the better models will be coming with the new model drones."
The chest has wires ending in... caps. They're wire-frame gloves, over with a large pair of lenses designed to cap over his eyes and allow him to select several options on controlling his drone. "The tips of these fit over your fingers, we've measured your hands already, and it basically acts as a motion capture system for your arms and hands. For actual movement, we can't have you walking around here, so..." He holds up a saucer about the size of his chest, with thick cables coming from it. "These electrodes. You pop them onto your head, then just think about where you want it to move and look. Wireless ones will come with the second model."
no subject
The Cybertronian's hands gently handle the gloves first, tentatively slipping them over his fingertips as instructed. They seemed tailored, as the officer had implied earlier. How much more analysis did they do while he was out?
"As a liaison to our race, I feel obligated to explain that we're alive in a way separate from other machines," he begins.
"I can describe this in more detail to Captain Allerdyce, but Cybertronians oftentimes spend their entire lives in one body, with the spark chambers untouched. Procedures like spark extraction are going to be considered a grievous invasion of privacy."
The gloved hand reaches for the electrodes and lenses to test the drone connection.
no subject
"We apologize for the necessity of your... spark extraction. Captain Allerdyce will undoubtedly fill you in on the... political details. But if we hadn't done so, there likely would have been a risk of, ah. Serious feedback issues if you'd just powered up after a dimensional shunt like that."
The lenses give him a clear view of what the Drone can see, along with a (somewhat primitive) HUD indicating power and systems status. Viewing modes include nightvision and normal, and the gloves and electrodes work as advertised. It at least moves smoothly, even if it looks ridiculous.