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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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That's what he called himself. Maybe he likes cuttin' better than breakin'?
[Crap. What did he say?]
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His talents don't really lie with either. ( A smile. ) But all the same, I'm glad he's here.
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Hand things.
[Complete with raised palms and finger wiggling demonstration.]
He's a good kid. I like 'im.
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( A helpless gesture. Damn that empurata. )
Yes, he is.
( Shockwave likes him, too. Then again, Shockwave adores all of the students of the Institute but that's a minor detail. )
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[He offers a pained little grin. He tried.]
Think I sorta crushed his spirits a little, though. Didn't mean to. But... he remembers me and I don't remember much of anythin' about him.
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( Much appreciated, Ironhide. So have a small smile in return. )
He's always been incredibly optimistic, I have no doubts he'll bounce back shortly.
( It makes Shockwave worry about him, honesty. )
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Yeah... I noticed. Seems a little down, though. Keeps sayin' he's not so great 'cause he can do the forcefield thing.
[He shrugs, but his expression is clouded.]
Keep telling him that ain't true. But...
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( apparently it didn't work with Trailcutter, and Shockwave's expression falls. )
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[He grimaces, seeing the poor guy look so down.]
Hey... y'know... maybe we work together. See if that don't change his mind.
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( which is regrettable. but he does smile slightly, coupled with a nod. )
Two are better than one.
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[Yeah, Ironhide that's putting it mildly.]
'Course it is. We got this, yeah?
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( but that gets a smile all the same. )
We do indeed. It will be a pleasure working with you in the future, Ironhide.
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[Awkward back-of-neck rubbing here.]
Sure. Sure gonna be interestin', that's for sure.
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( sorry he doesn't know how interesting. )
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[How do all you smart types make his words so stumbling.]
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Excellent. I'll see you around -- Ironhide, wasn't it?
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[Hey, wasn't like this was an exam or anything.]
Yeah. Can't miss me. I'm usually the guy in the middle of things gettin' blown to scrap.