crux_mods: (Default)
Who: Councilor Labismat, Science Captain Urist McEngineer, OPEN
Where: V’Vorte
When: June 4th-8th
Warnings: N/A

The Fleet stations itself near V’Varga, the more populated planet of the V’V system, but the majority of the ships are ferrying people down to V’Vorte. Mainly desert, the only things of interest on it seem to be the Mining Plains, which stretch for hundreds of miles; the Blue Circus, which lights up the nights with laser shows and fireworks; and the small town that supports the first two and serves as a small island of normality among the eccentric carnies and boisterous miners. There are rides to and from the Teuberg twice a day, in case you would rather not stay overnight, which are overseen by Science Captain McEngineer, who gives an energetic explanation of the types of metal needed when asked. Back on the Teuberg, Councilor Labismat can be found greeting the ships coming back in, checking on any progress being made.

The V’V natives are mostly humanoid in appearance, with reddened skin tones and large eyes that help them see in the dimmer light of their sun. Most of them, especially the miners, are quite friendly and seem unfazed by the variety of species the Fleet has brought to their doorstep. The only Transports who might get a second glance are the robotic ones, as the mining mechs vaguely resemble them.
gunholic: (axl; trololo)
[Axl peered into the camera pick-up, putting his finger to his lips and grinning around it. In the background was the shaky view of Quark's, near the end of a shift. When he talked, it was a whisper befitting the sneakiness of the mission.]

Here at Red Alert Courier, we believe in customer service...

[He winked and brandished what looked for all the world like an old fashioned boom box, although it didn't have any moving parts aside from a touch-screen. After a little fiddling, he had some sweet guitar riffs playing, which he then proceeded to turn up as Flashpoint's holo-avatar appeared, just as the music swelled for the first verse of the twelve-minute song he'd picked. He flashed a peace sign at the camera before approaching, though clearly he'd fiddled with something to get clear audio to the camera despite the fact it was staying with the boom box out of the line of fire.]

Hi! I have a special message from, uh, anonymous for Flashpoint!

[Axl launched into the song, actually managing to stay on-key for a miracle, though really what were the odds he'd get through it all?]


[Not terribly good, judging by the reaction. Flashpoint might as well be in a noodlebot mark 2 body for all that her face was stuck in one position. Or was it just very slowly morphing between WTF, DNW and something that looks vaguely like 'can she get this person arrested somehow?' She even looks around her, like, ya know, there might be some other person here named Flashpoint that would get serenaded by rock ballads.

By the time the second chorus rolls past her blushing lineface gains a vein pop and she throws her hands up.]


Enough already! Would you shut it, you're gonna scare the customers away!

[...she says as a crowd gathers behind her. Flashpoint advances on him and that's when she sees it, the glint off the hidden camera lens. Whoops, didn't know the human avatar's face could reproduce that shade of red!]

Are you fraggin' recording this!? You cheeky little punk I'm gonna graft that media player to your face 'n load it only with Lassie bark tracks! Hope you like kibble cuz that's all you're gonna be able to order at restaurants!

[There might be sounds of a scuffle then as the camera gets jostled, along with the noise of a very angry transformation sequence in the background. The slantwise view of the camera picks up a blue metal footplate before the feed goes dead. Hmm...that's not ominous at all!]


((Maroon is Axl, Blue is Flashpoint, expect chaos and tags from both~! ♥))
Who: The Sub-Fleet, Pirates
Where: The Domed City of Terabel
When: Afternoon, Majo 11th
Warnings: Space Violence

It takes a certain kind of someone to volunteer to defend a people they don't know, in a city they've never seen. Brave souls or perhaps just lovers of violence. Either way, the shuttles containing both the security forces to fight off the pirates and the science teams land safely, escorted by a few starfighters.

Fortunately, the people of Terabel breathe oxygen. Unfortunately, their entire city is designed for a race with wings. Large doors and open walls don't offer much cover, stairways or ladders are practically non-existent, and elevators just plain don't exist. Thankfully, the Fleet comes prepared for such situations. Everyone, even the Cybertronians, are issued jetpacks to get around comfortably, and grapnel guns for emergency purposes.

When they get a good view of the city, it's clear that the space pirates have already gotten started on their raid. Smoke can be seen cropping up as the looters burn whatever they can't use. From the sounds of things, they're being rather liberal with their explosives. The defenders will have to act quick if they want the Domed City to still resemble a city before the day is done! It's possible that some of the unthawed natives are still alive, but with every second that ticks by, that possibility diminishes.

For the science team, with or without the aid of the natives, their mission is to take stock of the workings of the city to find anything at all that could help with halting the city's solar swan dive.
kingtyrantranger: (Power Sword)
Who: The Red Ranger
Where: Laundromat
When: Late Night, Majo 6th
Warnings: ???

Read more... )

So there he was. Pulling a late night in the laundromat near the low-cost 'temporary' housing he'd yet to move out of. Anyone passing by will be treated to the sight of the Red Ranger, in full costume, folding underwear while apparently waiting for the rest of his laundry to finish up.

It beat sitting around in his boxers.
redcinemareel: (Grell: as I was saying)
[Audio]

I’ve not been here long. All of five days, actually! But there is one thing I’ve noticed right away while here. And that is…

There is a serious lack of color!

Now, perhaps I’m simply not looking in the right places, but if their fashion is anything to go by, then we are are all doomed to a life of black, white, and grey! Don’t even get me started on the military uniforms! Bleh!

[There is a soft meow close by, and a pause from Grell as she pets her cats.]

Speaking of cute kitties, does anyone else have pets?


ACTION UNDER HERE )



(ooc: now with working links! my apologies!)
Who: New Arrivals, Graham Baker
Where: Briefing Room
When: Late afternoon, Aprilo 29th
Warnings: None

When awakening, the immediate surroundings are swarming with activity and very chaotic. The people in the medical ward are polite and understanding, but firmly refuse to answer questions until the briefing. Especially not after some group of kooks earlier decided that they'd throw a tantrum and bug out of the hospital before anything can get said. 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. Fortunately for the robots, things are much more organized.

The Briefing room is large. Not enough to accommodate a giant, but spacious enough for several dozen people. The tiles are black and featureless while the walls are nice, soothing colors. The chairs are high-backed and well-cushioned, more like comforting eggs floating a foot or so off the ground than anything else. Set into the ceiling and floor near the front is a large holographic projector. The floor in front of each seat also has a smaller projector, allowing people to see what the bigger device is showing without having to angle for a view. As of now, it merely displays a rotating pyramid.

Ten members of Security line the walls and various exits, looking rather displeased to be here. Graham Baker, a balding man in an ill-fitting suit, stands at the head of the room with an easy smile, seemingly unbothered by any previous ruckus.

[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. The mods will not be doing hangar/medical awakenings unless it's specifically asked for.]
tinywife: (All dressed up and nowhere to go)
Who: Pinoko and YOU
Where: Quark's Bar - where everybody knows your name!
When: Backdated a couple days to Aprilo 23 - this past Friday - because I'm anal like that and there would actually be karaoke then.
Warnings: FEELS - this is a Pinoko post! Also will most likely include cavity inducing levels of cute!

Pinoko had been meaning to do this for awhile. She had asked around and even gotten Deadlock and Miss Gaige to agree to karaoke. And she had even had an outfit and songs and a date picked out and everything! And then the Teuberg had been attacked, everyone had gotten sick (Pinoko included), Pinoko had practically been living at the hospital tending to everyone, and she hadn't really gotten a chance to breathe or have any time for herself until recently.

So, once she had gotten a chance to pick out a new outfit, and reschedule with her new friends, she took herself down to Quark's on karaoke night. There would be singing and games and drinking of things and everything! She had arranged for people to just meet her at Quark's. That way if things came up, they could all meet up whenever.

She looked around the bar to see if any of her friends had arrived yet, or if there was anyone else she knew there. Even if not, Pinoko was game for making new friends. Or getting a drink. Hopefully they served non-alcoholic things here. It was time to find out!
cannibalgourmet: (smile)
[It didn't take long for Hannibal to figure out the network on his tablet. By now he had explored part of the city, and he's ready to find a job like Graham Baker recommended him. Not having had the chance to meet Pinoko yet, he decides to take advantage of the communication system here.]

Good afternoon, my name is Hannibal Lecter, and I recently arrived to the city. I was told in the briefing about the necessity of getting a job. My abilities lie in the medical field, and he suggested I contact Ms. Pinoko to see what kind of training I would need to take to be able to start working. I can only hope she will see this message.

Additionally, once I'm cleared to work as a doctor, I will be offering you my services as a psychiatrist. If you feel therapy would help you with any problems you have, feel free to contact me. I will do what is in my hands to help you.

[He smiles briefly, nods as a farewell and then turns off the feed.]
ja307020: (hurting)
[The audio in the transmission is a little crackly, probably the result of Tron fidgeting uncontrollably with the device.]

I have had no luck with system lookup... does anyone know of any way to restore lost memory?

[And his voice is wavering, on the verge of tears. Someone's a little virused up, though it might be testament to his willpower that he's let things sit this long despite it.]

Flynn. I need to talk to you. Now.
tinywife: (doctor's coat; cosplay)
Who: Pinoko and YOU
Where: Sacred Heart Memorial Hospital
When: Days 1-5 after the event
Warnings: Feels. Lots and Lots of feels. Pinoko is a feels bomb naturally. But she's infected now... so. FEELS.

This was a mess! Pinoko had been called in (like just about everyone else on staff) to help with the scary virus which was spread by sound. How did viruses spread by sound? Viruses weren't supposed to work that way!

She was also trying to help patch up some of the people who had been hurt when the virus was first dropped. And there were a good number of those. Add to that the number of infection cases that kept coming in and... well... Pinoko was not having the best of days. (Especially since she was still taking classes on top of everything so some of this was stuff she was seeing for the very first time!)

"YOU! Get back in bed!" Pinoko yelled at one of the well-meaning patients trying to sneak off. "How is Pinoko supposed to get you better if you keep getting up? Damn!"

She blinked then. That... was new. Pinoko didn't swear. "I said a bad word," she said, blushing a little. "Maybe I should try that again..."
fuckinstoplights: (Every step you take I'll be watching)
... They say we're supposed to find ourselves a place here. A purpose.

And they make it sound so simple.

But... what are we do to when... we don't know what our purpose is, any longer?
tinywife: (Smirking; piggybank; payment?)
[Hello Crux Fleet! Have a Pinoko! She's figured out how to work the communicator, so this might be a little dangerous. Maybe. Pinoko has got to stop looking for friends in all the wrong places.]

Hello everyone! My name is Pinoko!

Since Mr. Quark opened his bar, and he has karaoke, I was wondering if anyone wanted to go sing with me? They have games, and drinks, and all sorts of stuff! It's no fun to go to karaoke alone, but if you don't want to sing that's okay!

[No guarantees that Pinoko wouldn't try to get you to sing if you went with her though. But you at least have assurances that she won't laugh if you do!]

Karaoke is two nights a week. Who is up for it?
newtralizer: (Default)
Hey everyone! [this is probably said much louder than is necessary for the communicators, apologies for any speaker distortion]  I'm Newt, I'm new and I'm in space! You're in space! This is the coolest thing. I never thought that I'd be up here among the stars and such, but now that I am, I'm pretty sure I just want to roll around in zero gravity.

Where are you guys from? I was last living on Earth, Hong Kong if we're being exact. I was born in Germany though, lived there for a while and also lived in America 'cause I've got American parents. Round round get around, right?

I'm a biologist and signed up for the science team so hard. Fellow nerds, hit me up!

Was this too much like a speed dating profile? I don't like long walks. Beaches can stay. 
arnhaid: (Brood brood brood.)
So uh...

Anybody suddenly get themselves medic ... ified... while I was out? Don't usually say this but.

[But that big fight kind of rung his bells pretty good, oops.]

... Probably should get a couple things looked at.
hastoburnthis: (Heard you talking shit)
[Wow this is the first time she's even used the communicators...like, at all. That's an achievement considering it's Garnet of all people doing this.

She looks like her normal self, at least and seems to be standing against the backdrop of one of the ship's corridors, just chilling.]


So.

Seen a lot of you out there. And some of you are not meant to fight.

At least right now.

[Woah she's saying more than one sentence.]

I'm fixing that.

Those that want to train, you know what to do.

[Aka reply to this as soon as possible.]
norefunds: (bar tending)
[Quark's been gone for a bit on the excursion to the Eye of Sharef, but he's back now and he's standing in front of a shiny new sign with his name on it.]

Despite some.... setbacks- [He clears his throat and unconsciously prods at the plaster over his broad nose.] -Quark's is finally open for business.

We've got games of chance and skill, [The camera pans to the shiny new game tables and wheels.]

Good food and drink, [And now to the bar top stacked with bottles and glasses of all sizes.]

Not to mention, good company, [Quark waggles an eyebrow at that one.]

And 'karaoke' two nights a week.

If you happen to be of the robotic persuasion you'll have to use a holo avatar to mingle, but I do have energon on tap and 'engex' is forthcoming.
be_discreet: (perhaps even more)
Sitting outside on a bench, ZEX composes a message in his head, tapping a tentacle thoughtfully to his scaled cheek. It must be cheerful, yes, and helpful-- though the weeks had slipped by like mere moments to him, he'd spent those moments observing humans, and chatting with the people of this fleet, and he'd found that being genial seemed to be the way to go, genial and polite and not too forward (though he couldn't help it, sometimes). And surely his fellow newcomers, displaced as they were, would appreciate some kind words and help from someone in a similar situation?

Yes, kind and cheerful is clearly the way to go.

He composes himself, and taps his little tablet to start recording.

video )
He cuts the video feed, and sits back, with a cheerful sigh. Well! That went... a little astray, but well, considering how long it had been since he had spoken publicly. And it had been even longer since he had done so without his--

No, that thought was going nowhere good. Best to change direction.

He looks out over the little patch of grass and trees that made up this barely-a-park, and smiles at any humans or humanoids who pass, admiring their forms, the way they move, their spectacular diversity... ahhh, who could ever tire of such a view? Surely not him! And if any of the humanoids send a curious look his way (or any non-humanoids, for that matter, since there are a few of those about, too), he will try his best to look welcoming and open to bothering.
ja307020: (looking back)
Who: Tron, whoever he runs into on his way to bothering his adopted User
Where: The import habitation block
When: Early Space-March, after everyone gets back from the Eye of Sharef
Warnings: Probable language, mild violence, and trolling

Tron had tried to be polite, but even his rather considerable patience had limits. Particularly as one User-month had blended into a second and he was still no closer to registering an actual function and starting to become acutely aware of the possibility of being stranded, as the Fleet's administrator threatened. (His actions helping with the situation on the Eye of Sharef he wasn't sure counted... he couldn't access any changelog that might have recorded the incident to verify.)

Sam was still, sadly, his best link to figuring out how this world worked. Therefore, he was just going to have to impose on Sam since the User had hidden himself away. He took his time-- the way encryption and decryption of locked files worked in the Fleet had been irritating, but he had managed to finally crack the lock on his own quarters without resorting to punching in the code, and he was reasonably sure he could reproduce the feat. Necessary, since he was almost certain that Sam Flynn, after his earlier displays of nervousness, was probably hiding behind a number of locks.

Ergo, Tron found himself out in the habitation block, headed toward Sam's last recorded place of residence, with every intent on picking the lock and letting himself in. He did have a peace offering-- Pinoko had finally helped him pick a bottle of what she called "liquor" that was apparently a traditional "housewarming" present. He wasn't trying to harass anyone.
Who: Everyone who signed up for it!
Where: The Eye of Sharef space trading hub
When: 24th of Februaro

Read more... )

[Okay, and cut to the action! A few dozen space bikers have just slammed through the walls of the station and have taken over! Auto-repair systems will keep the station from becoming a vacuum, but on-station security can't handle these horrible hellions!

How screwed are you? Are you more than screwed? Are you even capable of fighting back? We don't mind if you take control of some of the NPCs now. Protect some, party with the bikers, fight, whatever. But keep in mind that some of them may be mod controlled! If you've got a specific thread you want mod-controlled NPCs to barge on in, please make a note of it. Likewise if you've got something in mind and don't want us to ruin your carefully-laid out plans.
]
Who: Everyone who signed up for it!
Where: The Eye of Sharef space trading hub
When: 21st of Februaro

Read more... )

[So, here's the opening part of The Black Eye of Sharef event. If you haven't heard of it, I strongly suggest reading up on it. If you join, you cannot simply back out as your characters will not be on any Fleet vessels just yet, so be sure before you sign up. However, we'll not prevent anyone from backtagging or simply claiming new threads took place before they left.

I request that as many posts regarding this be kept to the marked event posts as possible. However, as long as the main community doesn't get flooded, we won't be preventing anyone from posting outside. Note that as long as they are separate from the Fleet from this great a distance, their Network posts can only reach each other. The Fleet itself is simply out of range.

For this first part, the mods will be largely hands off. Don't go crazy with the NPCs, but we're probably not going to be spending a lot of time writing NPC comments for Part One.
]

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