trans_9 | Mission 02 - Stacy Says Follow the Yules

There is a resounding mental alarum that sounds through the ship. Nearly "deafening." Lights flash from places for extra emphasis, making it impossible to ignore.

||Attention, Attention. All personnel please report to the Observation Deck. Attention, Attention. All personnel please report to the Observation Deck. Attention, Attention, all personnel...||

It's entirely likely that she won't stop repeating the announcement until, well, everyone reports to Obs Deck. Outside the windows, a very Earth-like planet is visible, hanging in space. The mouth in the huge statue opens, revealing a screen. On it, the dossier for the mission flickers into display, understandable to every person there. Smaller copies of the dossier appear in holographic form in front of everyone.

The planet's stats, right next to a rotating holographic picture of it, marbled blue and green, are as follows:

Planet Designation: Earth-78734XM45
Status: Terrestrial, H-class.
Non-sentient life: Extensive flora and fauna.
Semi-Sentient Life: Yes.
Sentient Life: Homo Sapiens. [Various translations of "human" appear here so everyone understands it]
Water: 69.5% of the planet's surface.

Climate: Earth-like, in the throes of a mild nuclear winter [Click here for cultural equivalents for non-Earth cultures.]
Landscape: Varied.
Air: Normoxic concentration. Slightly elevated levels of carbon dioxide.

Air Pressure: 101.3 kPa (kilopascals) = 14.7 psi (pounds per square inch)
Sky: Blue. Often overcast.
Sun: A class G2V, yellow star.

Warnings: Wildlife and plant-life can be hazardous. Humans can be hazardous. A human cultural and legal database is available. [click here]

Mission: Revive the spiritual entity at the North Pole.

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Following that, there are various maps and things visible. The version of Earth this world is may be very recognizable to some, but vast cities dot its surface.

||Attention, podmates. Attention.||

Apparently Stacy wants their attention.

||It is critical that you pay attention at this time.||

A few people will be able to avoid the call by being in the right place at the right time, but most will be gathered up on Obs Deck.

[ooc: Organization Post | You can post into the gathering thread. I'll add more subthreads with explanations of aspects of the mission as we go. Note: If you don't have time to post to this mission briefing but still want to have your character in the plot, that's fine. You can just pretend they were there the whole time. If you DON'T want your characters to be in this plot altogether, however, don't have them in the briefing--Stacy could have missed snagging them.]

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Dick had been fortunate. Or maybe someone, back in the day, had fashioned the cold weather outfit just for him. But it definitely resembled his old uniform from home, except all the black bits were white. Might have been good camouflage if it hadn't been for the bright blue 'wing' across his chest and down the arms.

"It's the first time most of them have been off the ship since they arrived." He knew that look on Makoto's face. "Let 'em blow off some steam. They'll be better off for it later."

It was annoying to have him talk as if he had some authority, so she just stared at him as if he'd spoken Swahili for a few minutes, then moved off.

Go to work, boy, or join the refugee children. Motoko has no time for you.

Dick watches her go and rolls his eyes. That one was going to be one hell of a headache...

Spot was miserable. It was cold, it was windy, she could hardly wear a cold-weather jacket, and it was wet. The cat entertained murderous fancies for a moment before bounding up to Nightwing and leaping easily up to his shoulders. Whether she knew him or not at this point was irrelevant; she was cold and wet and woe to anyone who attempted to prevent her from staying warm or dry.

Dick HAD been eying the snowball fight and thinking about maybe joining in. Or, at the very least, tackling Tim. Always good to see his little brother having fun.

That went out of his head when he felt the weight on his shoulder and looked over. "Hey there, puss," he said, reaching up to scratch at the cat's ears. Okay, maybe no tackling for the moment.

Accepting the scratches grudgingly, Spot growled low in her throat at the snow that surrounded them. There had never been anything like this in her home, but she knew she hated it already. There was absolutely nothing that could make this good.

"So just how did you get onto the crew heading down to the surface?" Dick was used to talking to animals like they could fully understand him. The cat might not be green, but he was already reminded of Gar. "Pretty sure nobody'd complain if you stayed on the ship, you know. Not exactly the best place for cats out here."

Spot would have shrugged if she knew what it meant, or cared to explain anything to Dick. She simply settled one his shoulder, clinging as casually as she could. There was no way she would appear needy, nope.

That was fine. Dick crossed his arms and made certain she had a good spot to cling to. They were going to have to get moving soon, but he could stand like this for a while.

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