trans_9 | Department Meeting [Mainly for Security, but OPEN to everyone]

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Department Meeting [Mainly for Security, but OPEN to everyone]

Leon had called for a full staff meeting for the Security team, though it was also open to whoever else wanted to attend. He had gone easy on his group since the Bridge mission, mostly giving them time to rest, recover, and deal with the things they've all been told. But now it was time to start moving forward again.

The meeting was being held in the Precinct, in one of the larger conference rooms. He gave time for people to file in and sit down where they would. Once everyone was settled, he addressed the group.

"First of all, thank you all for coming. For those of you who don't know me, I'm Special Agent Leon S. Kennedy, from the United States Strategic Command, and current Chief of Security here about Transmigration 9.

"A couple of weeks ago, we all learned some startling information. That our worlds were gone, destroyed by the Ohm, and we're all that remains. That we've been chosen to travel across the multiverse to fight the Ohm, save what remains, and possibly restore what was lost.

"All of that may or may not be true, and we have people working to verify that one way or another. The only thing we know for sure is that, unfortunately, we're all stuck here for a while.

"Because of that, there'll be a few changes around here, most of which you'll hear straight from the Captain and the Commanding Officers in the coming days. As for this department in specific...

"Security was formed with the intent to be the first line of defense for this crew; to protect them from any threats on this ship, and sometimes to protect them from each other. That hasn't changed, and never will. How we operate is going to change, however.

"For the most part, we've taken a defensive posture, waiting for something to go wrong before we deal with it. But a Fix on Fail strategy isn't going to work anymore. Now, before you get started, no, we are not going to start hunting down and locking up crew members who may be a problem someday maybe." He wanted to be clear on that point, particularly with a crew as prone to kneejerk reactions as this one. "But, acid spitting roaches, one of which was crossbred with an Ohm; a variety of class 4 viral and biological weapons, all gathered in a failed experiment to create a biological weapon to annihilate the Ohm; the Nightmare King trapped in Escherville; HAL 9000; the Yeerks... these are all threats that originated on board. Things that were left behind when the previous crew abandoned ship.

"We need to find out what else they left behind; what other experiments they had going that have been left unattended for God knows how long. To that end, we need to root through every section of this ship, search it from stem to stern to locate and deal with these problems. We'll also be working with Engineering and Neuropathy to locate threats and malicious programs in the computer systems.

"In addition, we're also going to be expanding our duties to become a full blown Emergency Services Unit. We have to be able to deal with everything from heated arguments and hazmat spills to heart attacks and hull breaches. Some people here would be better suited for certain tasks than others, but everyone will crosstrained in a number of disciplines. I don't want to be caught short handed because we only had a few people trained to handle, say, hazmat spills, happened to be on an away mission, or were busy running through a maze, looking for cake.

"As for dealing with the crew themselves, Stacy has generally handled that, but we do have a bit more leeway now. We can interfere physically in conflicts between crew members without worrying about violations, provided you're not using excessive force. If you feel the behavior of a crew member has warranted something more than just a violation, you can haul them down to the brig where they can sit and cool off for a day or two, and any other additional penalties will be handed down by senior command, if necessary." Because that whole trial thing worked out ever so well last time.

"We have a lot of work to do, people. None of us want to be stuck here, but so long as we are, we need to make sure everyone stays as safe as possible."

((OOC: Beneath the two subthreads, people are free to talk to each other and free thread however they wish.))

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A polite woman would have knocked, and a considerate one would have waited until being invited. Therefore, it should come as no surprise to Leon that Motoko did neither, only opening the door long after the so-insecure and raw line of recruits had exhausted themselves and closing it behind her in a way that did not so much as click the latch.

Hey, you got to give her some credit; she could easily have come in through the window, with thermoptics active, and scared the bejeezus out of him.

"Anything to report?" always to the point, the Major hardly bothered with hellos.

Most people probably would have been offended at that, or bristled even a little bit. But most people hadn't spent as much time around Claire Redfield as Leon had. So, by now, he's had plenty of experience dealing with strong willed women who think an order is just a suggestion anyway.

"Funny, I was about to ask you the same thing."

"What's there to say? 'Batman' has the skill and experience, but when it comes to getting people to work together, he's worthless," She informed him, clinically, folding her arms and watching Leon's reaction intently. Motoko did everything intently, when she wasn't at a disconnect, "I wouldn't care, except that he picked a fight with the both of us within thirty minutes. I broke his ribs and we've got along well enough since. All things considered, he got off pretty lightly."

There was the slightest of smirks when she mentioned breaking Batman's ribs, the kind that was so subtle, most might wonder if it was actually there. But otherwise his reaction was the same lineface he normally wore. "That's not surprising. He doesn't strike me as much of a team player, not unless he's in charge of every aspect of an operation." Hence why he bothered to saddle him with duties and responsibilities.

"I'm more interested in what you learned about Stacy so far, though."

"There's so many layers of corrupted or missing memory, it's impossible to tell what's real and what isn't," She told him, "It doesn't help that Stacy's been offline for so long that the problems have propagated one atop the other."

After a moment Leon's communicator chirped— without moving she'd CC'd him the visuals of the putrefied nerve-casing, the existing map of Stacy's relevant nerves color-coded by importance with the damaged points marked, and the chemical analysis of the slime inside. The map was already corss-referenced with Samus' map of the airways.

"From what I can tell it's not that the memories are gone, it's the the physical nerve-pathways have been severed. We need biologists and medics, not engineers. Aside from that, she seems more than willing to let us crawl all over her systems to repair her systems. Eventually she'd probably repair herself, but we don't have a century or so for her to do it in," A pause in the brisk report indicated a change of topic, "I could probably disable GLaDOS, but it'd take a lot of help, and the back-lash would probably kill anyone involved, anyone stupid enough to stand nearby, and anyone vulnerable to EMP pulse, which includes a lot of our more useful and cooperative specialists."

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"So at the core of it, Stacy's more organic that machine." That's going to make repairs a problem, since they have to account for healing time now. "I'll let the Science team know." Luis would have a field day with that.

"GLaDOS... isn't worth that big of a risk right now. If there's a way to box the AI in and rein in the amount of damage she can do, then look at that." No point in wasting valuable resources on a pest.

"That's the jist of it. I've listed the repairs in order of necessity, but Batman's already got his little friends checking things out and spying on Luthor's progress when he thinks I'm not looking," And that was a definite smirk, Bruce was already beginning to follow orders. It was only a matter of time.

"Tell me about the new recruits," The Major suggested, folding her arms, "I like Angel.

"You've met him already?" The question of 'or have you been listening in?' goes unasked, though its not like he can't guess the answer on that one.

He leaned back a little in his seat, making himself a bit more comfortable.

"Sergeant Angel is all business, so I like him already. I only hope the crew doesn't drive him off the deep end. Captain Reynolds is something of a cowboy, but he's smart enough to follow orders. Goliath... it'll be interesting to see how things pan out with him. And with Batman's 'son', Jason, for that matter."

"Sanity is madness put to good uses," Motoko quoted idly, not bothering to answer the question of surveillance. They both already knew that the both of them were constantly under watch. For the Major, this was the norm— and a relief. No one here would periodically back-door her system and audit her memories to suit official guidelines while she slept. No one here would have her killed if she objected, even in thought, and left such a thought unerased.

Then again, since she'd 'retired,' no one had been able to do those things, either.

"The fact that anyone is willing to call that man 'father' is a testament to the truly boundless depravity of the human mind," She opined aloud, flexing that freedom with vicious pleasure, "Did you have anyone in mind for me, or is this just idle talk?"

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"We can't just have a friendly chat?" Granted, he knew the answer to that one already too. He doubted the Major would let him settle into a comfort zone when it came to dealing with her.

"How much would like to piss off Batman some more?"

Well, there really was only one right answer to that kind of offer.

"What did you have in mind?"

"Jason has some talent, but his father never bothered to instill some discipline in him. He going to get trained, turned into a soldier.

"How would you like first crack at him?"

"Like a hole in the head," the honest reply, but there was no vinegar in it. She was intrigued, but Motoko Kusanagi never entered into a contract without the proper stipulations, "I like my people to be mine, I can't work with him if he's going to go running to daddy every time he breaks a finger."

"That won't be an issue." What with Jason being on the outs with his family. Besides, the kid didn't seem to shy away from adversity.

"Is that so."

A long, cold look. You think you're not in Motoko's little circle yet, Leon? This is what it's like to be looked at, as an outsider. Weighed and balanced, measured up in flat, unfeeling ones and zeros behind that glass and plastic gaze.

"Yes."

The gaze didn't unnerve him. If anything, he seemed to be analyzing her in a similar fashion.

Trust.

Another test of trust, between them.

"Well, then," She accepted, distantly, "We'll just have to see what we can make of him."

A test. An opportunity.

Something. Don't ask Leon what, because he doesn't really know.

"But first we need to see what we're working with."

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