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'Meat' 'n Greet

The rest of the crew assembled on the Observation Deck to meet the latest editions to their numbers. After the revelation that their worlds are gone, many of them are even more eager to see people they knew from home.

Several people are set up near the doors to provide the new people with omnicoms and comm rings. New crew-mates might see a green-skinned alien and snake girl among their number. There are also several authoritative-looking figures ready to introduce themselves.

There's a lot to tell the new people. It's going to be a lot to take in.

[ooc: Only new characters and Command Staff can start new threads for introductions, to limit the number of threads. Everyone else, just tag in and have your guys greet the newbies.]

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...Dammit. He should have let the Yeerk think he would stave. Inwardly, Marco cursed.

But no. It didn't matter what the Yeerk thought. No matter what, he was toast.

"That's just what they tell us. We don't know if that's what it's really after," Marco said. "And if your pool mates are here, I haven't seen them." But Marco scoffed inwardly at that idea. It was pretty clear why Tom was here: he was Jake's brother. End of story.

"Lay low, figure out what this ship has in mind for us, don't get killed by the Andalites," Marco said dryly. "I wouldn't mention anything beyond what a normal human would know here. The only reason I'm still here is because I've kept my mouth shut."

The yeerk snorted, looking at him. "I survived two years of the undercover invasion without blowing my cover, Sub Visser 26, do you think I will suddenly lose all pretense of subtlety and go up to the next human I see and introduce myself as a parasite? I am more than capable of keeping my mouth well and truly closed. And I have good control of my host, there will be no episodes of host rebellion that might blow my cover. It's the same game in a different playing field and the stakes are just as high."

He was really unconcerned, he had played this game surrounded by people who knew his host and hadn't failed, here on a ship full of strangers...well, that much easier to let the mask slip and little and define himself as someone aside from a likable but a bit dense high-school student.

"It would likely be better if we limited contact with each other as well, though it is convient to know we don't need to leave our hosts, lessens chances of being discovered if they know the feeding cycle."

"Simon!!"

At this particular moment in time, Kaylee was wishing she was already rid of the sling that held her left arm. If she hadn't been so excited to see Simon wandering around the room, she might have stayed away until she was at least mostly healed--explaining that a nightmare version of River had shot her didn't seem like the best thing for Simon to be thinking over first off--but she had called out to him before she had really thought about it.

Ah, well. There was always the possibility of making something up, or redirecting attention. Really, she was too happy to see him to otherwise care.

"Simon, you're a sight for sore eyes, lemme tell ya."

(( OOC: because I'm going to presume the Kang-fight has happened already ))

San wasn't sulking because sulking was for children. She was....pondering. Brooding. Sulking against the wall like a kicked pup with her shoulder unwrapped. The pale white-green living bandages the Ship Spirit provided healed well, but they sucked on the long wound and it itched. There were worse things than letting a scabbed-over claw-mark breathe, even if it was red around the edges and bruised black in the furrows between each striped mark.

She was watching the crowd, halfway hoping to see her brothers, halfway ashamed to be seen at all like this. She'd picked a stupid fight against a larger opponent and lost— that was the truth and there was no hiding it. Plays-in-Traffic was going to be annoyed at her, she knew, and so San was also watching for him, to avoid him. She'd had enough of being made to feel small and stupid for a month

"Holy—" Robert lifted his hands and took a moment to step back, turn away from Kirk and get ahold of himself. That wasn't right. He couldn't resist, he really couldn't.

"You sir are Captain James Tiberius Kirk," He said by way of greeting when it was finally too late not to stick out a hand and pretend it wasn't shaking a little, "I am extremely proud to meet you."

"We also can't see where we're being taken and the former crew seems to be trying posthumously to kill us all."

The Major had just spent a small eternity having a digital mind-meld with a Geth, so she was a bit late to the gathering of the minds. Still, it didn't do the underestimate the aural acuity of her shell— it's not like she'd been particularly far.

"There's absolutely no information on what we're fighting either, presuming what we've been told is accurate," she finished dryly, "In other words, we're screwed."

Edited 2010-04-02 09:09 (UTC)

Inwardly, Marco snorted at the fact that the Yeerk was trying to give him a lesson in staying undercover. Marco had figured out Tom was a controller just days after he'd even learned about the whole Yeerk war. They'd found a number of other controllers just by following Tom. Jake, one of the "Andalite Bandits", had lived and fought a way under Tom's nose the entire time. Not to mention the fact that Marco had just managed to convince Tom that he was an ally.

If anyone needed the lesson in staying undercover, it was Tom.

But, instead of laughing off in Tom's face, Marco made a show of being chastised. When they had Tom locked up somewhere, then Marco would laugh at him until he punctured his own lungs. "Of course - apologies, Sub Visser 17." Oh, he was so going to enjoy watching this slug starve. "And yes, you have a point. But we will need to stay in contact. Fact is, there's no one else on board that we can truly trust."

Marco would have preferred to stick close by Tom - but then, he could work around it if Tom didn't want to play along with that. He could always follow Tom in morph.

Ashitaka came scuttling through the throng of people. Bow in one and and the sword at his hip steadied in the other, he padded soundlessly past strange, alien face after strange, alien face. One would think a rural prince from the 15th century might have been more dumbfounded by his present surroundings - all flesh and veins - and circumstances. Perhaps some minutes ago he was, but then the ship-spirit had told him one thing, and that was enough to disregard all else--

"San!" she was here, somewhere, and he was going to find her.

Kirk's face split in a smile and he took Robert's hand in his, shaking it firmly. "I'm glad to hear my reputation precedes me. You have the advantage of me, though."

Ashitaka's voice was like the sound of water on a hot day. It brought San's head up as if on a string and she looked around from face to face. Had she imagined it?

"Ashitaka?" she asked softly, too softly to be speaking to anyone but herself and pushed off the wall curiously. No one was looking at her so she decided that there was no shame in shouting, "Ashitaka!"

"So, how does one go about finding sleeping quarters, are they assigned or do you simply claim what you want?" He glanced to either side, frowning slightly. "What equipment do you have with you, is the com system secure? Or should we find some other means of communication?" This was what he knew, this was what he understood. Undercover operation and calm deduction of options.

This was easy.

"You claim your own. And while everyone gets a comm, I wouldn't trust it. Too many people on board have advanced technological skills - and not just the Andalites. I've seen communications hacked."

"Got it, thanks for the tip." As enticing as the presence of his brother yeerk might be, he would learn nothing here. "If you'll excuse me, then, I have a ship to explore and a few things to check out."

Marco nodded, and waiting to Tom go off. He make sure Tom was long gone before he started talking to Tobias.

"Get out of my hair."

So this was what Darklighter looked like before he had the power to grow a goatee...

"No one's going to shoot at you here, bossman," said the young brunette sidling up to him through the crowd, a smirk worn across her face at the sight of his hand straying to blaster, "Not yet, anyway."

Arms slung together and tucked in at the stomach, Jaina ambled through the steady throng of people, taking in the new faces and keeping an eye out for familiar ones. She could sense the presence of two in particular, thanks to the Force, and it for was those she was keeping beady-eyed.

"Master Katarn?" another face younger than she remembered, "Master Katarn, is that you?"

Jaina - the twenty-something Jaina, not-so-fresh from the Vong War - was listing her way through the crowd when a young voice spoke up and the currents in the Force piqued.

This one you know.

She followed the sensation until she found the Force-user in question. It took a few seconds for the credit chip to drop but with that straw coloured hair and those baby blues, who else could it possibly be?

"Ben?"

Jono finally had his shields back in place after the whole thing with the Nightmare King. That had seriously been a pain in the arse and he was glad to be able to shut everybody else out again.

When he'd gotten close to the Obs deck this time, though, he paused, brow furrowing. There was a familiar mind in there. He took a moment, settling himself before he reached out mentally, trying to find that mind.

And...there.

Jono turned, running through the crowd, using his telepathy to know how to step around people. Jubilee!

"I wasn't alive when that happened mind you." Wouldn't want her to think he'd be a good snack after all.

His brow crinkled with concern. "Dad, how long have you been here?"

"Sounds par for the course," he sighed, thinking back to the Vong. "Where are you from, anyway? Coruscant? Kuat?"

"Jaina!" Ben cried, bounding across the space between them. "Long time no..." He paused, taking her in. This wasn't the Jaina he'd said goodbye to on Coruscant. She looked more like she had in the war holos, from a time Ben remembered only fuzzily. "Really long time no see."

The patter of footsteps grew as he charged through the masses, following the sound of her voice. Finally spotting the shock of matted hair through the jostling shoulders, it was only moments before he was beside her, holding her firmly by the shoulders as if he needed convincing that she was palpable and not simply a hallucination.

"San!"

Reyna was still having trouble taking it all in. Even for her it was a lot to try and absorb all at once. Great purpose? A race called the Ohm destroying entire worlds? A champion of life? She was a diplomat, not a soldier. She was all for protecting sentient life to the best of her ability, but how was she supposed to actually fight these Ohm?

She was grateful at least that she was finally clean and clothed, even if the soft, faintly throbbing bodysuit did cling to her voluptuous figure like a second skin. She was proud of her curves and liked to show them off, but even for her they were just a little too prominently on display. At least she'd been fortunate enough to find her favorite pair of boots (http://www.box.net/shared/d3cdz0nqrh) among the meager possession Stacy (or whomever it was) had recovered for her, so she knew her legs and backside looked damn good if nothing else.

Also among her possessions had been her mother's diamond choker (http://www.box.net/shared/xgsdvd819e) and her half of the pair of friendship rings (http://www.box.net/shared/maux7o1mnn) that she and Hayleigh had exchanged after graduation. With the ring on her left hand (the comm ring had taken its initial place on her right) and the diamond nestled in the hollow of her throat Reyna felt a little more grounded. She worried unconsciously at her friendship ring as she wondered if Hayleigh had survived and was sealed up in a pod somewhere down in the caverns. All she could do for now was hope that her best friend had survived and do her best to try and find her.

But first she needed more information on their current situation and the latest intel on the Ohm. To that end she began to circulate among the new arrivals and crew members, politely introducing herself and gathering what information she could.

San had no words in that moment, she just trembled and looked as him. He was here, he was really here and not dead, not gone forever like Moro and the forest, which wasn't alright, dammit, even if it did mean that Eboshi was dead as well!

But Ashitaka's fingers were pressing on the edge of her injury and he was squeezing so hard that in a moment she'd be bleeding again. San didn't care except that it might mean submitting to the leaf-bandages again so she pushed past it and wrapped her arms around him in a bear-hug.

"You idiot!" the wolf-princess finally found her voice, strangled though it was, "What took you so long?! I'd almost decided you were dead."

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