'Meat' 'n Greet

[cityship]

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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[fieldpromoted]

The shower had been great - she didn't even get decent showers on Pandora a lot of the time, so if she took a little too long in the shower than was strictly necessary well... her CO wasn't here and even if he was he could bite it. Last she'd seen him, he'd been shooting at her anyway.

The shower had been great - but a visit to weapons and possessions had yielded her rifle, and the niggling discomfort at the back of Trudy's mind abruptly went away as she slung it back over her shoulder. There were her dog tags, too, and her cross. No flight suit, though, which meant that she was picking at the material of the plant suit with a weirded out expression.

Oh, and she seemed to have a kid following her around still. Joy of all joys. Hopefully now that she and Karen got around more people, the kid would find someone else to latch onto. "Okay kiddo, looks like we've found the rest of civilization."

[colorfulworld]

Aftran had found only her backpack and school supplies in Weapons & Possessions -- the things she'd been carrying on her before waking up in that glop. She hadn't been issued a Dracon beam for her assignment as the daughter of Uni-Bank's president, so she was defenseless.

She was currently trembling and clinging on to Trudy's hand, perfectly acting the part of a human child who was traumatized by those vines that had grabbed and dressed her. She looked around. "I don't see my mommy or daddy."

[fieldpromoted]

Well, shit.

Trudy had hoped the kid would find her parents as soon as they got among other people. The sheer amount of other people made it possible - probable - that if the kid's parents had been grabbed up by aliens at the same time she had...

But maybe they hadn't. Trudy revised her estimation of the situation. "Maybe they're still asleep," she said. "Let's wait and see if we can find whoever's in charge, they might be able to tell you if your parents are here."

[colorfulworld]

"Um... okay." She continued to scan the crowd, looking to see if there was anyone she recognized.

Someone... anyone...

There was one person. She was surprised to see him, actually. Slowly, she loosened her grip on Trudy's hand.

"I think I see someone I know, actually..." She hesitated, though, the way a child should.

[fieldpromoted]

"Okay, that's a good start. Who is it you see?"

Yes, please, see someone you know so you can go bother them I am a soldier not a babysitter!

But despite all her griping, Trudy wasn't going to let the girl wander off in the middle of that throng of people without making sure the kid saw someone she recognized.

[colorfulworld]

She pointed to Tom one thread up standing not too far away from the two of them. Aftran had never actually met him on duty, but Karen had met him a few times down at the Pool. Someone she knew for sure to be a fellow Controller was a relief.

"Mr. Berenson," she said to Trudy. "He's a friend of mine. I... I think I'll be okay on my own..."

[givememysamples.livejournal.com]

Grace had arrived, partly out of curiosity to see the new arrivals and partly because she had to take a break from her studies sometime. She knew that much and she was only human. She had to know her limits - the same thing had almost killed Jake once upon time. She frowned. She could've sworn she'd heard....

She turned around, eyes scanning the crowd. There. It had to be.

"Trudy!"

[fieldpromoted]

That voice-

Trudy whipped around so fast she thought she might dislocate something - and dammit, moving this fast just after waking up from stasis was hell on her joints - but that voice, she had recognized.

"Grace! Man, what are you doing here, I thought you were dead!"

[givememysamples.livejournal.com]

"So did I," she replied ruefully. She extended a hand, a smile starting to spread across her face. "Universe had other plans, apparently. It's good to see you again."

[fieldpromoted]

Trudy gripped Grace's hand firmly and pulled her into a backpatting hug, still grinning. "Good to see you too - you sure we aren't actually dead? Because I was pretty damn close myself before I came out of stasis covered in snot."

[givememysamples.livejournal.com]

Grace returned the hug. She was honestly just as happy to see Trudy as Trudy was to see her. "Well, if we're dead, this is the weirdest afterlife I think I've heard of."

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

Somehow Samus always ended up on the Obs Deck just as a pod release happened. Somehow. She always ended up greeting some of the new crew, too. She didn't know how. It just always happened.

Like right now. She looked over to the woman and the child. They looked like they needed a rundown of what was going on.

"Need help?"

[fieldpromoted]

Karen had just run off, and Trudy's eyes were glued to her back when a voice startled her. "It'd be nice to know why I woke up covered in snot, yeah," she said. Karen reached Tom. Trudy turned toward the speaker.

Her eyebrows shot up when she got an eyeful of the armor. That was tech that she was completely unfamiliar with. Still, this person was a whole lot more friendly than the last person (who was not a frightened little girl) Trudy had met on the ship. "Captain Trudy Chacon," she said, not sure whether extending her hand would be the proper protocol here.

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

Samus extended her cannon arm when the other woman didn't. The armor disappeared with a few sparks into who-knows-where and exposed a plant-suited arm so the hunter could give a proper handshake, "Samus Aran," she offered back as a name.

She may have lacked a title, but she certainly didn't lack the attitude typical to military personal. The six feet plus of metal carried itself with confidence to say the least. Intimidation was just an added bonus. She continued talking.

"Usually the Captain explains everything to the new crew at once, but I can give you a rundown right now if you really want it," It's not a happy story but then again when does Samus do anything happy.

[fieldpromoted]

Trudy shook Samus's hand once it was offered, boggling at the tech. "I don't know if you come from the same place I do, but I would love to get my hands on some of that armor."

She shrugged a little at the explanation. "If there's a CO going to make a speech, I'll wait for the speech."

[blood-on-torfan.livejournal.com]

"If we're all getting pulled in to your ship, then yeah. I'd like some answers now, and quickly." Shepard answered, stepping herself into the strangers' conversation.

The shower had been nice, but since finding out that she was on something similar to a Reaper ship, Shepard wasn't exactly going to linger in anything that 'Stacy' offered. Though she thankfully was satisfied in thinking that because of her aversion to the ship, that it was in fact her own thoughts in her head and not something the ship fabricated.

There was even more sense of control when she found her gear. Not the new gear she had come to wear, but her old white hard suit that she had wore during the Incident with Saren. Nothing seemed to be changed and like hell was Shepard going to wear that plant-suit thing.

So there she was, decked out in rather battered white hard suit with all her various weapons magnetically locked the proper positions. Her arms were folded and her scowl at the rather larger suited person was more than enough of an indicator of how much she wasn't in the mood for bullshit.

[not_the_philistine]

Her hair catches Goliath's attention. Unable to catch her scent at this distance and over the other ambient smells of the meatship, he shoulders through the crowd to get closer.

Her voice when she speaks, though, dispels his hopes regarding her identity as soon as she speaks. Goliath sighs, and lowers the hand he had been reaching out to place on her shoulder.

Of course, by this point, he's only a few feet behind her, so she may very well hear that sigh.

[fieldpromoted]

Heard the sigh she did. Trudy whipped around pretty fast - she didn't like having people sneak up on her, and there was at least one alien on this ship whose bad side she had already gotten on.

Upon seeing Goliath, she went on guard almost instinctively. He had a good couple of feet on her and those claws looked like they could be dangerous if he wanted to make them. "Looking for someone?" she asked, willing to give him the benefit of the doubt... for now.

[not_the_philistine]

He holds his talons open in a gesture of peace. "I apologize. I mistook you for someone else."

He doesn't want to get on her bad side any more than she wants to get on his. He capes his wings and tucks his hands away, so that his silhouette is less intimidating. "I did not mean to startle you. I thought you might be a friend."

[fieldpromoted]

Trudy relaxed as soon as he made the effort to make himself nonthreatening, offering him a small smile. "Sorry I'm not your friend," she said. "She look like me?"

Today seemed to be the day for meeting aliens.

[not_the_philistine]

"It's the hair." He smiles, refraining from adding that it is very pretty. "I assume you are from an Earth?"

[governorkang]

Kang happened to overhear from his spot leaning against the wall, and smiled wryly, "Not much of one."

He could tell the woman was a soldier, by the way she carried herself, and the dog tags around her neck. He'd also noticed how uncomfortable she was with the little girl that smelled... off, somehow. Some of the other humans smelled slightly off, though, so he'd dismissed it as unimportant.

[fieldpromoted]

It said something about Trudy's day so far that when she turned around and saw Kang, the only thought on her mind was Huh, another alien. He wasn't the weirdest - or the ugliest - she'd seen, and he looked quite a bit like the last one. "You've got a captain and a crew, and a ship that apparently knows where she's going - that counts as civilization as far as I'm concerned."

[governorkang]

"You have a point, ma'am," Kang chuckled. "Wish we knew where we were going, though. Stacy doesn't tell us until we get there."

He held out his hand in greeting, "Name's Kang."

[fieldpromoted]

Trudy shook his hand, relieved that at least one alien in this place was familiar with human customs of greeting. "Captain Trudy Chacon," she said. "Is there a last name that comes with that or is it just Kang? And what is your species called, if you don't mind my asking?"