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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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After a run-in with some weird tentacle-things that had painstakingly cleaned the goop from her body and combed her shocking green hair (for once), Choline had been put into the plantsuit. It wasn't too scandalous for her at all. Kind of like wearing weird leather.

She also had a belt and two long, wicked daggers at her sides. They'd given her a ring and a weird technological thing that she wasn't sure what it was quite yet. When she saw the crowd, when she saw the multitudes of reunions going on around her, the normally tall and imposing woman seemed to shrink a little bit, and she wandered to the window to stare out into space.

This was like the Exodar on steroids, except it was missing a few people.

Choline sighed, completely at a loss for what to do.

Jubilee had been looking around. She'd been advised of X-wearers somewhere. That meant there were friends here. (Again, please no Scott and Logan, thanks.)

When she heard the psychic call, though, her head jerked up and she began scrambling to look through the crowd. Tall dark and broody! She pushed past several people and ran straight at him.

When he got close enough, Jubilee launched herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "JONO!" She squealed. "Dude, do you have any idea how glad I am to see you?" Jubilee asked, holding him tight.

Animal?!? This... thing, whatever it was, was calling her an animal? Zhiai'kahn would have raised her hackles and defended her species, but she was still out of breath from the running and climbing.

After taking a moment to catch her breath, she sat back on her haunches, and crossed both her sets of arms. "I am not sure what you mean by calling me an animal," she said, "but thank you for the welcome none the less. I am Zhiai'kahn Ahl."

Reyna spotted the young woman with the pale blonde hair hanging back from the crowd. She was obviously a warrior if her twin swords were anything to go by. She looked as uncomfortable with her situation as most of the new arrivals did, and Reyna certainly couldn't blame her. Being torn from your homeworld and thrust into the middle of a war was an unpleasant situation at best.

She changed course and headed over to the slender young woman, the heels of her boots (http://www.box.net/shared/d3cdz0nqrh) thumping softly on the floor as she walked. She smiled encouragingly and waved as she approached.

"Hello there," she said when she was close enough to speak normally. "I'm Reyna. Am I correct in assuming that you're a new arrival like I am?"

He took the hug gladly, head bowing to the heat radiating from her cheek, her neck. It felt like he had gone so long without feeling anything, though where such a sensation had come from escaped him.

"I'm sorry," he replied tranquilly, chin grazing her shoulder with each syllable, "I guess I must have overslept. How long have you been here?"

Nova strode in, the air of confidence she carried around her almost thick enough to cut with one of those daggers Choline kept at her sides. The Ghost however, was not clad in the plantsuit that Stacy provided. She was instead in a pair of jeans and a too-tight t-shirt rummaged from that pile that the Christmas mission team had brought back.

Under each arm, a pistol hung in a holster, and a combat knife in her boot. Not that she felt she needed them, but it never hurt to be prepared, and she did like to look her best. Piercing green eyes scanned the crowd as her mind probed outward, searching for any familiar images, any familiar thoughts. But she found none. Good. Anyone who had thoughts she recognised was probably not anyone she'd want to see. She'd made a lot of enemies back home. Not that it mattered here, but she preferred not having to worry about the bother.

On set of thoughts caught her however, and she paused. Curious. She hadn't come across any minds that felt like that before. Following the 'voice' she was led to a tall, feminine figure at the full length windows. Her hair was bright green, and her ears. Hmm. Not to mention her skin. She obviously wasn't human. Yet what she was was up for debate. Two things were certain. She knew how to handle those knives she carried. And Nova was completely intrigued by her.

"Just popped?" She spoke up by way of introduction. Staying a little off to the woman's left side.

Choline turned. "Aye. Had to leave someone behind, too." Her softly-glowing silver eyes squeezed tight, and she took a deep breath. "Anyway. So... is this... real? Because it feels like a really bad felweed trip."

Funny - the elf was normally so cocksure about anything and everything, but right here and right now she felt lost, adrift, out-of-place.

Command gave a certain look to a man, or woman, who had it. It was generally not something they intended to gain, rather a simple side effect of the position. So when Aine's gaze fell on the man she decided it was reasonable to assume he was in some sort of superior station. He might not be so here, but he was in his life.

She walked up to the man, the bottom of her coat teasing the ground, just shy of touching it. She placed her right palm over the center of her chest and bowed slightly, her left hand behind her back as she did. "Are you one of those in charge here?"

Reyna couldn't suppress a small, amused grin as she saw a woman with short blonde hair clamber onto a nearby table and start scanning the room. The sheer brazenness of the act appealed to her, and she found herself heading over to talk to her.

"Any luck yet?" she asked in a light-hearted tone, the little grin still playing across her full lips. "I don't know who or what you're looking for, but I guess that's as good a way to find them, or it, as any."

The Ghost shrugged slightly, though those silver eyes had been something she wasn't expecting. "We all did. Well, most of us anyway." She sure as hell hadn't had anyone to leave behind. "Seems to be. "Kinda hard to wrap your head around at first. But it's real. And there's no way out. Least, not until we do what they brought us here for."

Nova had never let anything shake her confidence. She knew exactly what she would do every step of the way. And she wasn't about to let anything stop her either.

It was hard not to notice the young girl standing off to the side looking uneasy as the adults swarmed around the room. The small, cat-like creature with large ears and claws sticking close to her made her stand out even more. Reyna hated seeing some one so young look so unhappy, so she excused herself from the rest of the new arrivals and made her way over to her.

"Hi there," she said warningly, kneeling down and tilting her head slightly as she spoke. "I'm Reyna. Are you okay? Did you need anything?"

"Well." Choline straightened. "He's here. But he's dead." And that was all she'd say on the subject at the present time.

"And if something needs doing for the greater good, Stacy picked the wrong elf to help do it, that's for sure." Then she sighed again. "So I guess there's stuff to do besides sitting around in tight whatever-the-hell-skin this is and look pretty?"

"..." Tsukasa decided to re-introduce his face to the palm of his hand. I wonder if I can hit that ferret from here...

He glared at Chamo...again.

"Just about two months. Everything's so different here...Nightmares can come alive, and we're supposed to be fighting a war," Saying it aloud made it more real and colored her tone.

San loved to fight, but hated warfare. War was pigs being blown apart and men setting the forest on fire— it wasn't the same thing as that daily struggle to live. There was something warm and wet on her shoulder and for a minute it surprised her— was Ashitaka crying?

No, she was bleeding. Good, the world still made some sense, at least.

"It happens. From what I've seen, these 'missions' can get pretty hairy. No one listens to no one. Panbrains." She waved a hand dissmissively. She was glad she'd been GLaDoSed during the whole Nightmare King bit. Apparently, it had been the safest place to be.

"Pretty sure that qualifier could be used for at least half the crew here. But I don't think she chose us so much for our moral compasses as for our ability to kill things." Nova shrugged. The only reason she was still at least passably sane was the killing after all. Or more accurately, the thought of the killing. "There's plenty if you feel like getting involved with the morbid politics on ship. If not, there's not much until missions come along."

That accent is unmistakable.

Both of those accents are unmistakable.

Every time there's a podpop, Buffy Summers wanders down here to see if anyone she knows has popped. Willow, Dawn, Giles, Spike...jeez, even Andrew or someone.

But this...

She comes out of the crowd, looking at both Giles and Spike. She's dressed in a plantsuit, a leather jacket, and has her scythe strapped to her back.

A look of shock is on her face.

She's only just found Xander, and now she's found these two.

She wipes the stunned look off of her face and manages a bright smile.

"Giles. Spike. Welcome to the meatship."

Oh, beware Jubilee.

There's a pink-haired, black-eyed, winged girl with a contrail of glitter coming straight for you.

She doesn't know you well, but she knows you, and she's always thought you were one of the cooler X-Men.

"Jubilee!" Pixie squeals as she shoots straight for her.

"You know that's the second time I've heard that today." The whole time issue wasn't something that Gavin was to keen on. So far most everyone else had been on the ship from his future which, to the 17-year-old, was just a little more than awkward. Not in the sense of knowing the people but that itch that needed to be scratched as far as knowing what happened. Just from what he could gather so far he at least survived the mission on Coruscant that people had labeled a suicide run which was near the only thing that mattered to him right then and there. He'd poke and casually prod for more information later.

"So I hear you're back with the Rogues now? Just from hearing Wedge and Tycho talk we'll need all the help we can get." Since no one else from the squadron was there were the words he left hanging on the end. The others that Wedge had mentioned he had no clue who they were. People from his future he could only guess.

"Well, if that's the case," Choline said, a ghost of a grin falling over her face, "then I can see why I was chosen."

She killed. A lot. Without much regard for her enemies.

"But the politics... the last time I tried to get political, I got arrested." She shrugged. "And what of our home worlds?" If Stacy had said something about that, she hadn't been listening.

That she'd heard nothing about it gave her the tiniest bit of hope. Sure, Anatoly was dead. But she still had what was left of her family back on Azeroth. And if she could go back home, maybe...

Another sigh. Best not to get too ahead of herself here. Who knew how long this particular mission would last?

Oh that made Gavin's brow quirk upward a bit. Turning to look at the voice he actually had to take pause for a moment. The speaker was indeed a pretty woman with a smirk that could rival any Corellian's. It was a nice smirk though and one he could tell she was taking great pleasure in calling him out on his straying hand. Gavin couldn't help but duck his head a little almost near bashfully as his hand went back to his side. He was still learning the whole subtle thing when it came to walking in to a crowded room. "Personally I'm rather looking forward to the 'not yet' part of the theory. So far the luck isn't holding out."

After scrubbing a hand over the back of his neck with not exactly a shy smile spreading across his face but something near close, the other young pilot offered his other to Jaina. "I'm Gavin. Gavin Darklighter."

"I take it you're pretty good then." A smirk tugged at the corner of Nova's lips. She'd heard fighters brag about being good before. But from what she could lift of this 'elf' she seemed to be as good as she said. Or at least, she believed she was.

Nova could identify plenty with having little regard for her targets. They were just faces in photos and money in her account.

"Probably won't be long before that can happen here. The people in command get a little happy with that power, you ask me." At the question about homeworlds however, it was Nova's turn to shrug. "Wouldn't know. We're told they were destroyed and we're all that's left. Among the few other ships with the same purpose apparently. Can't say for sure if it's true or not."

For the Ghost, there was nothing back home. Nothing but being hunted and running, and killing and taking the lowest of jobs to stay alive. But she was good at those kinds of jobs. And people paid well to get them done. Still, there wasn't much room for growth in freelance killing.

"Several months." Luke glanced at Steve for confirmation on this--time seemed to run differently here, with no chronos or even marked day and night cycles to mark its passage, and he couldn't be sure. "Long enough."

Ashitaka felt it too, and any thoughts on nightmares and battle were put on hold as he carefully held her wounded arm, blinking dumbly at it. He was on a boat of a kind he had never seen, far from home and expected to draw sword against an enemy he couldn't fathom. He should have had questions, exclamations protestations, but his mouth ran dry and the world shrank to a size that occupied only the two of them.

San was hurt.

"You're hurt," as if she needed reminding. The colour in his cheeks reddened with guilt, "I was hurting you. Why didn't you say?"

Once the weird plant-tendrils had cleaned and clothed her - and Iliana had numbly allowed them to do so, not in a state to do much other than allow herself to be led around, the trip to the possessions lockers had provided her with a few meagre possessions. One of those had been a pair of gloves, and she had pulled them on with an actual sigh of relief. It might not stop the voice calling itself Stacy from raping her mind, but it was a security blanket of sorts. Her PsiCorps badge had been there as well, and after a minute's thought she had pinned it onto the living suit, with a little shrug. If someone recognised it, that could be good.

She had pulled her mind in, tight, and thrown up her best blocks. To anyone who could tell, she was like a patch of blindness amongst the other minds, a cold dead spot. There was so much noise, though - so many lives crammed into this room, so many of them unfamiliar, alien. She was going to have the headache from hell. She kept herself off to one side, watching the crowds, a numb expression on her face. This was just. . . too much.

"But we were just on the Shadow."

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