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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.]
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All right, so if he hadn't kicked off any alarm bells yet, this conversation just might. He blinked a few times, wondering what on Cybertron he was supposed to say to that.
"You do somethin' to get their attention or...?"
Yeah, sorry TC. He's clueless.
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His head tilts at that. Surely Ironhide knew what happened during all of that. "Do you...know about the Senators? What they do? ...What they did?"
C'mon Ironhide, get it together.
"Well...I was an outlier."
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He scrubbed his hand over his face, blowing out a vent of air. This was the awkward part. No way he could really avoid it now.
"Kid, I'm... gonna be honest here." His expression alternated between helpless and annoyed. He spread his hands.
"My memory's shot. There's... not a whole lot left up there that should be. Last thing I remember is... Scrap, probably was the beginnin' of the whole war." And even then, events were jumbled. Mixed up. He didn't know if it would ever right itself again. And some of that frustration leaked into his tone.
There was anger and apology and irritation all lurking beneath the surface of the words, though nothing but the apology was directed at the other bot.
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His arms drop, looking up at the truck.
"You can't remember anything? What happened, 'Hide? Was it back on Cybertron?"
Because he remembers you seeing them off...
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Scrap...
"Yeah," he admitted. "It was... millions of years ago. Four or five. Scrap if I know which..." He shook his head. "Decepticon took a shot at Prime... didn't let him."
Big shoulders rolled in a shrug. "After that... woke up on a dead planet covered in bugs. Not much else to tell."
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Not even him.
Then again, like he said, he wasn't the most memorable bot.
"Well...that doesn't matter. We'll...We'll work on it, okay? Autobots stick together, right?"
He flashes a smile to the old bot.
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It's genuine. For how gruff it is, the words are sincere. He still has his arms folded, his head bowed, there's still a scowl on his face. But he means what he says.
After a moment, he nods, decisively.
"Yeah, we do. I got your back. Don't worry about that part."