It hadn't taken Kang long to figure out how to access the map on the omnicom, and luckily, he only took a wrong turn once, catching it almost immediately. When he reached the Special Weapons Division, he looked around curiously; there was evidence of a previous mess, apparent by a few machines that still looked broken, but for the most part, it seemed clean (well, except for the dust that was tickling his nose). His gaze was drawn to the pods first, and then to the strange harness.

This place was giving him the willies.

The bozak knew what this Billy looked like, but he hadn't yet figured out how to attach his own image. Belatedly, he realized that he hadn't even given his name. This could be problematic. Before he could ask for the human, though, he sneezed loudly, cursing under his breath in Nerakese.

"A dog is one of the remaining reasons why some people can be persuaded to go for a walk."

The Sensoriums are being used; this in and of itself is not news to anyone, as the ship has a multitude of active crewmembers now and any of them can be seen in the cavernous VR room at any moment.

No, the oddness doesn't register until you actually walk in to the current user projection. If you're human, that is.

A vast expanse of grass stretches as far as the eye can see. A huge meadow, held in by trees and peppered with flowers like tulips, devil's paintbrush and broom shrub; in the distance, a small pond, bordered by stones and overseen by a twisted old oak. The eye, however, seems not to catch much. The blades of grass are oddly hazy; only when they move, whistling lightly in the wind, do they suddenly become incredibly crisp, each individual strand as striking as the next. The entire field is like this; each time the branches creak the movement is incredibly sharp, and each bee and butterfly alighting on each flowerbud is in clear relief. Rabbits hide in the grass, their quivering bodies pulsing with each heartbeat.

Wonder of wonders, no matter where you go or how you carry yourself--the grass always seems to be at chest level. How odd.

There is no red to be seen, not in the tulips or the paintbrushes; the yellow of the broom flowers in tinged with green. The grass is ludicrously green, the sky and the water both ridiculously blue. No orange in the brown rabbit fur; only a bluish grey. The tree bark is as grey as slate, and the clouds are white and diaphanous.

But the smells. The scents are nothing you could experience from an ordinary human nose. Some people with lighter stomach may find themselves overwhelmed. The cloying scent of flowers, the honey smell of bees, the dusty, bloody scent of the rabbits; every stone, every tree, every strand of grass has its own taste, its own smell.

If you hustle around in this wierd world for a minute, you can find Bandit, dozing lightly in a sunny patch of grass.

The new people will find themselves ushered out of Obs Deck, so it can be shot down to the planet again, to pick the crew up. Eventually, the crew members on the mission are brought back up, and the doors open to let the two groups meet.

The newbies are likely not expecting their new crew-mates to come back bearing presents--which some of them are.

[ooc: This time anyone can post in. REMEMBER TO TAG OTHER PEOPLE, THO. This is set after the mission so mission peoples can meet the newbies. Latecomer newbies, if you want, you can just tag your guys into this one to make things easier.]

That was entirely unfortunate.

Entirely.

Someone could have mentioned before that people arrived who looked exactly like people he knew, but weren't. And not in the method Sam would have said. It was hard to say whether it was worse learning this way than if he'd gone up and hugged a Sam-who-was-not-a-Sam. Whichever way, it made the future days like this even worse. Familiar faces wouldn't cut it (although this was the first so far).

He refused to believe he was the only one from his universe and time. He refused to believe it as fiercely as he refused to believe his universe was gone.

All-in-all, it didn't really put him in the mood to apologize to the woman...but it wasn't her fault she looked like a genocidal maniac. His better nature refused to allow him to leave it where they had. Which left him wandering and looking for the woman. Preferably without using his side arm this time.

Vega has missed the meet and greet, and the sensoriums are up. These two things, naturally, are related. If you step inside, you'll find yourself in a long room stretching off to each side with the wall across from you completely windowed, looking out into a massive arena. There's some kind of equipment off at one end, apparently a communication system of some kind. The lights are on but the screens are dark.

But what's most interesting is out on the field.

( This cut contains MECHA FIGHTING. But it's mostly just long. :P )

[OOC: Feel free to come in whenever during the course of the battle/before it/after it, but Vega can't talk until he's finished his fight.]

"Fine!" a loud male voice with a noticeable Cajun accent echoed down the hallway of the ship. If one were to come around the corner, they would notice a tall, brown haired man with fiery red eyes, and wearing a brown duster of his plant uniform, standing in the middle of one of the ship's hallways, shouting at--the wall? Some may recognize and remember him. Other, not so much.

"Be dat way!" he continued to shout at the wall, pointing at it as if to emphasize his point. "Gambit dun want none of your cake anyway! You find somebody else's head to toy wit, 'cause Gambit done wit you!"

Across the ship, dumped in a completely different hallway--one just outside the city--stood Cale Tucker. Or, rather, there sat Cale Tucker...one his butt...in the middle of the hall...wearing nothing but what appeared to be his shredded uniform as a make-shift loin-cloth. Though, however, it looked more like a hand-towel that he had to hold onto to keep from exposing himself to anyone and everyone who just might come walking by.

"Oh, come on!" he hollered out angrily. He, too, had been nabbed by a certain bored AI with an affinity for messing with the members of the crew and treating them like her own personal playthings. "I did everything you asked me to! I even did it naked when you said I had to! You can't just dump me out here like this."

He paused, waiting for a response but got nothing in return.

"Hey! I'm talking to you!" he continued, climbing to his feet and, balling up his fist, began to pound on Stacy's fleshy walls in an effort to get the attention of his tormentor.

It was a calm, quiet hallway. It was still and serene and appeared untouched. For all intents in purposes, it seemed like no one had been in this particular hallway for quite some time. Several hours at least. In the distance there was the sound of someone coming down an adjacent hallway, but they were still some minutes away from this particular hallway. This hallway was empty, not a soul passed over its floors. It was the perfect hallway. With no one in it, there was no one to get hurt when...

"OH SH********************T!!!!" a voice called out, echoing through the corridors as the source--the meatship's one-time resident dickhead--was spewed out of some secret panel in the far wall and flew down the length of the hallway like a giant spit-wad and slammed into the opposite wall before sliding down the floor again in a heap.

He lay where he landed for several moments, catching the breath that had been knocked from his lungs on impact before he finally climbed to his feet. His chest heaved as his heart raced and his lungs pumped rapidly in a mixture of shock and outright rage.

"Ohhhh...that settles it, you disembodied b*#ch!" he growled, frantically looking around for something--anything--he could use as a weapon or as a means to pry his way back into the compartment from which he'd been so quickly ejected.

The mission had been...interesting. That version of Earth had been somewhat similar to the Earth of Brainy's time and universe (though still not nearly as technologically advanced as the UP), but socially, it had been backwards. Crime and poverty had run rampant, and the citizens that the United Planets would have at least tried to care for, had been ignored and left to fend for themselves.

Oh, to have a sensible universe, where the homeless had extensive shelters dedicated to the task of reintegrating them in as useful members of society, where healthcare was universal and free, and where the Science Police kept crime under tight control (and if they couldn't, the Legion stepped in). The Legion's timeline was hardly utopian, and they had definitely done some good on that planet, but seeing a world like that still brought on the sting of homesickness. (Admittedly, he'd deny it as usual). Furthermore, with the native holidays' emphasis on togetherness, it had left him acutely aware of the fact that the two Legionnaires on the ship were the lone representatives of their team. The thought that the rest were locked away asleep in their pods was disheartening, and the fear that some of them might not have been saved from the void was completely unthinkable, but still ever-present.

Not that I miss anyone, of course, he reflects as he floats down to the Special Weapons Labs, but having the others to talk to does pass the time. Shikari is acceptable company, as is Spark and Kid Quantum, Gates can be amusing, at times...

His mouth quirking with amusement, he thinks, And, of course, while he certainly isn't the superior scientific mind, Norg's intellectual creativity and input is sometimes useful, especially with more complex problems and projects--

Wait, what is this?

Someone is in his (yes, he sees it as his) lab, and there is confidential information on several screens. His first thought is that it's possibly Batman again, especially since he has likely finally found a way around the security measures Brainy has in place, but on the computers there, there are a few measures that should be beyond anyone without a working knowledge of 31st century programming and a solid lexicon of Interlac. He's so perturbed by this that he doesn't check his omnicom when it silently has a notice pop up on his screen identifying that a Legion ring has been detected in the area...

Brainy floats around a piece of equipment and snags the chair of the individual sitting at one of the lab computers to turn it around.

"Whoever you are, cease and desist your covert activities immediately--"

Scout had been rather secretive after the mission, ditching the second meet and greet (who cared about those jerks anyway) to head straight to the crew lounge. It was empty, which was actually great for him. After all, he wanted a bit of quality alone time with some of the "souvenirs" he brought back from that Earth.

He pulled out a white bag, practically dripping with grease now, but -oh God- did it smell good. Scout inhaled deeply, savoring the scent before gently pulling out a taco, hastily wrapped up in some thin paper. Sure it'd probably take a couple years off his life by eating it, but what what was he gonna do with those anyway?