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Possessions Grab AND Meet-up! Let's multi-task!

While the newly pod-released members of the crew happened to mostly miss each other in the Pod Caverns and the clothing chamber, they all happen to congregate in the Weapons and Possessions Lockers at the same time. This cavernous warehouse of a chamber has shelves and shelves and racks of belongings and weapons that go off as far as the eye can see. Everything from massive sidearms to impossibly huge swords, to Hello Kitty lunchboxes.

Their own belongings are here near the front--they've been moved to make finding them more easy, but it will take a bit of hunting.

Either way, they won't be searching alone. Everyone's piling in at the same time.

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Dean is disgruntled from his conversation with Sawyer and Jo and Kaylee, and so when the hologram pops up, he's happy to listen. Besides, it's been too much time since he's looked for Sam.

Sawyer's gaze drifted over to the hologram along with the rest of the people's. "Oh great," he commented, taking another drag of his cigarette and exhaling a cloud of smoke. "Zelda Rubinstein's back."

Ron salutes. "Yes mam. Paying attention. You won't see me being distracted."

Jack, having found his possessions, looks up. Huh. Holograms again.

"Are you going to tell us what's going on now or should I go back to figuring this out on my own?" His voice practically drips sarcasm. Jack has been having absolutely no luck in that department. As long as his nerve holds and he can stay frustrated instead of serious, he can keep his fear down.

Having found her way from the cavern and the clothing chamber, to the Possessions room, it hadn't taken Jean long to realize she didn't have a lot of things with her. She had her glasses, which she really didn't use that often... But then again, it was something from home.

She's only been vaguely aware of the people/creatures around her as she'd been much more focused on trying to understand exactly what had happened. Besides, she'd briefly listened to the thoughts of some of around her, and they all seemed as lost as she was.

She'd just carefully slide her glasses into a pocket her suit had provided when Andromeda, the hologram whom had greeted her when she'd come to spoke. Turning slowly, the red head's attention shifted to the hologram and she nodded slowly, maybe the hologram would be able to tell them a bit more about what exactly was going on. It didn't seem as though anyone else knew, so hopefully she did.

Superman stares intently at the screen.

One-Leaf-Ear instinctively crinkles her muzzle at the flickering image-its unnatural nature disturbs her-but she pricks her ears forward to listen.

Propping her hands on her hips, Jo turned her attention away from the guy and looked quickly around the room. OK, so far there was an interesting mix gathered: prosesting Mulder, jack@$$ Sawyer, a couple of kids, a red headed woman, a curly haired woman, a guy who was wearing a cape and looked like he was on steroids and a wolf.

Shaking her head, she turned and focused on the hologram and hoped that maybe she'd begin to explain things a little bit more.

Shinichi and Migi both look up to see what's going on.

It was Andromeda again. The... AI, wasn't it? Mustang looked over. Critical? He tensed slightly, instinctively bracing himself against that word.

Jack looks up, attention suddenly focusing on Andromeda -- though he doesn't miss the little smile from River, either, and gives her the slightest of nods in return.

...He has the feeling answers are on their way... Also, that he's not going to like the ones he gets.

All these humans were making Holly uncomfortable. They'd already seen her, so there was no point in shielding, and there was no way she could mesmerize them all. So she had to take her chances.

It did help that she'd located her gear. Her main concerns were her gun and her belt - complete with a small med pack, handcuffs, and a few sedative darts. She didn't take her helmet and suit, though - knowing her track record for getting kidnapped for very smart humans that loved to tamper with foreign technology, they could very well be booby-trapped.

She clipped the belt on, then looked to the hologram. She crossed her arms and furrowed her brow, looking all the part like the angry, confused cop she was. She wanted some answers. Mainly why she seemed to be the most popular elf to kidnap in all of Haven.

Brenda wheedles her way into the crowd just far enough to get a good look at the new hologram. Everybody else here is looking plenty displaced too. Maybe she will be in decent compan- ... is that Superman?

When they all look up, Andromeda carries on, and Cortana flickers to life next to her.

"You've all been given a basic briefing on the situation, but here's a more thorough one. Please hold your questions until I'm through. You are all currently trapped on a spaceship--for those of you that don't know what a spaceship is, it's a closed-off ship that travels so far into the sky that it can reach the stars. This particular ship is run by--this ship is--an artificial intelligence named Stacy. For those of you that don't know what a artificial intelligence or program is, think of it as a sort of non-physical person that lives in an object. Cortana and I are also AIs and captives of Stacy ourselves. More can be explained about us later."

"Stacy is traveling in the space between dimensions--that is, the space between universes, meaning some of you may be from planet Earth, but not the same Earth. She has pulled some of you from different times, as well."

"Over fifty individuals like yourselves have woken from podsleep before you. They were working together to explore the ship and try to find a way to confront our captors. Until recently."

A 3-dimensional map of the main floors of the ship appears.

"We are here."

A glowing blue dot appears to correspond with where the Pod Caverns are.

"Approximately an hour ago, we registered fluctuations in Stacy's nervous system, here."

The area where the machine was in the city glowed with a red dot.

"Her internal sensors and other systems started to malfunction. Shortly after, all contact with Stacy and the ship's sensors cut out. This was one of the last images we managed to receive."

A 3D image of a somewhat panicked-looking scruffy-faced young men that look related, surrounded by very angry-looking group of crewmates in the Mess Hall is displayed, and the area where the Mess Hall is has a dot to show where it took place.

"We believe from this and other images--" Another picture, of a stocky Latino holding a gun to the head of a strange creature in blue armor. "--that some of the crew has turned against the rest of the crew. We also believe, given most of their psychological profiles and the unlikelihood of their turning, that they are being influenced by some external force."

"By external, Andromeda means external to themselves. We suspect it still may be an internal threat--a crew-member or crew-members mind-controlling the others for some sinister purpose," Cortana clarifies.

Looking annoyed at the interruption, Andromeda continues.

"We are registering with long-range infrared sensors available in the Pod Caverns, that several individuals appear to be contained in MedBay. Whether they are injured, maintaining a defensive position there, or being held hostage is unknown."

A red dot appears where the Medical Bay is, only a level below the Pod Caverns.

"Approximately twenty-five minutes ago, a lockdown override was entered for the Medical Bay, under the authorization of the ship's doctor.The current individual that appears to have registered themselves as the ship's doctor is crew member Brainiac 5."

Another 3-D picture is shown of a green-skinned, blonde-haired young man with strange white, mechanical implants on his face.

"Your current objectives should be to ensure the individuals in MedBay are safe, as that's closest, then to incapacitate any aggressors throughout the rest of the ship--non-fatally--and to investigate the source of Stacy's neural disruptions. If mind control is involved, it may be the same thing causing it in the crew. Does anyone have any questions?"

Brenda slams a hand over her mouth as if she's about to be sick.

"Oh my god! Paco... Jaime..."

Sentinel is examining the situation carefully. He's an organophobe, but he's a soldier first of all. And more importantly at the moment, a drill instructor. He's surveying the potential combat readiness of the assembled organics already.

"Is there currently a counter-offensive strategy prepared? Against opponents of this nature, defensive positioning will only have limited effectiveness." He took another glance at the assembled. "Who among the other 'selectees' here has the highest destructive power? Who among the pre-existing as well?"

Jo had thought that Andromeda was joking, but she quickly realized the AI was completely serious as she continued on. This was past Eureka weird, and that was saying something. Green skinned dudes, people using mind control? (Not to mention the interesting... creatures, robots and such whom were already gathered.)

Regardless though, the idea of rushing in and actually doing something appeals to Jo's ex-Ranger side. "So, no killing people," Jo said slowly as she looked at Andromeda. "But maiming... We can still shoot them right?"

"Brainiac would be one of them." Superman spoke up. "Twelfth-level intellect, among the smartest, most cunning...and at least the one I'm familiar with, the most sadistic...beings alive." Superman said.

"Let's... hold off on the maiming if we can manage it," River says, shooting the woman who had spoken an expression that is, despite the words, more amused than reproving.

She steps forward so that she can see the map without her view being blocked by any of the others, and studies it for a moment, murmuring softly to herself the directions to the Med Bay, just enough to fix them in her head. It doesn't look like it'll be terribly hard to get there, and the longer they stay here...

She moves toward the door, placing herself between it and the others - effectively at the head of the group when they leave the room - and swings to face them. "Right. Shall we, then? The longer we stay here, the more likely it is that other people get hurt. So unless anyone has any urgent objections to moving on to the medical bay... Incidentally, are there any psychics in the group?"

Well, if no one else is going to take the lead here, River sees no reason why she shouldn't...

Dean glances next to him when Jo speaks, and finally, he snaps out of the little trance he's been in. Mind control and hostages, and Sam was in the middle of it. Sam might be one of the injured. It's awakening his protective instincts and kicking them into full drive, and he finds himself striding over to River, intending to help command. Dean wasn't much of a follower.

"I've got no objections. But we do need to figure out some sort of organization here before we go off." Dean says loudly, and it feels weird coming out of his mouth. Dean shoots first and asks questions later, but Sam's in potential danger, and he needs to keep his head. To some degree.

"Meaning, all the people who can fight need to be ready to. And I swear to God, if any of you out there find a tall guy with shaggy hair and shoot him, I'll kill you." He growls.

Jean sighs as she listens to everyone beginning to speak. She understood the need to want to act right at that moment because it was normally human nature to want to do something useful. But just because someone wanted that didn't always mean it happened that way.

Her gaze moved from River to Dean before she took a step forward, her gaze coming to rest on woman. "I'm a psychic," she voluteered before turning to look at the rest of the gathered group.

"We need to make a plan of sorts," she declared, raising her voice so everyone could hear her. "We need to figure out who can do what and plan accordingly. We need to work as a team..."

Jean paused, glancing over her shoulder at Dean. "And yes, I understand your devotion to your brother, but leaving this room without a plan could only endanger him, and from your threat... We all know that you don't want that."

Jack glances over at River, then at Dean. They want organization, they'll get it. "Professor Song's got a point," he says, then jerks his head at Dean. "And so does he. Groups, people. One group: ranged weapons! If you have a gun, a bow, can shoot laser beams out of your eyes, whatever, we'll need you near the front, staggered. You have anything that's got a wide area of effect, we need to know about it now. Directly behind them, we need anyone who specializes in up-close and personal damage. Someone gets past our shooters, you need to be ready to pop out and take them down before they do the same to us. If you're naturally armored, invulnerable, or otherwise hard to kill, you get to be out in front, to make sure the shooters have a clear path in. People with no combat experience, you stay behind the fighters. We've got plenty of people equipped for heroics already. And if anyone wants to volunteer for rear-guard, I'd be very grateful."

He's moved to stand with Dean and River, meeting Dean's eyes and nodding briefly. River, he knows, but he's not interested in getting on someone's bad side at first meeting. Not trying to play alpha dog here. Just elaborating on your plan. "Anyone's got problems with that plan, say it now, not when we're moving."

And then he pauses, glances at River again, speaking softly. "And you stay behind me." That's not a request. He can't die -- she can. And watching his big sister get killed isn't his idea of a good time, even if they haven't spoken for over two thousand years, by his reckoning.

Sentinel hefted his lance and shield. "I can hit harder than most, but where does this fit into your limited classification system, organic? Sentinel Prime, transform!"

Gears and servos clanked and twisted, as Sentinel transformed into his alt mode.

"...what?! This isn't right! I'm still in that inferior 'Earth' form! What happened to my beautiful Cybertronian vehicle mode?!" He positively fretted. Nevermind the fact that he was still 'scaled down', even in vehicle mode.

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