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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.]
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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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.
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She shrugged a little at the explanation. "If there's a CO going to make a speech, I'll wait for the speech."
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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.
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She admired the other woman's straightforwardness. She, however, did not appreciate being scowled at like she had an obligation to answer. Samus pegged her as a military woman, but that did not make her Samus' commanding officer.
"It's not my ship," she spoke calmly but bluntly. It took a lot to annoy Samus to the point where it showed up in her voice, and Samus was too stubborn to give Shepard the satisfaction of making her cave and get angry. "But I will give you the basics of what happened. It's not a pretty story and there isn't much in the way of details I can tell you. Your universe was destroyed by a race known as the Ohm. You were lucky enough to get put in a pod. Many from your universe probably weren't. And now you were woken up by our host, Stacy, to fight against the Ohm."
It wasn't Samus' problem if they didn't believe her.
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"She's not lying to you. Putting it a bit wrong, but she's not lying," he says, speaking up. He straightens up from where he's been leaning on a wall.
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At least, she was pretty sure they couldn't. Even after their rediscovery and wiping out Sovereign, the technological capabilities of reapers were still something of a mystery. Vigil had given the most it could about the Ancient mechanical ships, but Shepard remember something it said about the Reapers sleeping beyond the rim, not harvesting other galaxies.
That only meant that these two new people were lying off their asses and poorly.
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Someone shipped to deep-space outposts knows that, due to travel times and relativity, anyone they left back home would be long dead by the time they ever returned. But Trudy had at least had the comfort of knowing that her family was going about their lives quietly. To have them all wiped out? That made her edgy. More than edgy, it made her angry. "Besides if they wanted to tell us a lie to conscript us into whatever, they would have made up a better lie than that."
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"We can't confirm anything here, but everything we have points to a race called the Ohm traveling between dimensions killing worlds. I've been on an alternate Earth stripped of sentient life by a nanite bomb. I've heard the remnant distress call we found there. I was there when we managed to make contact with a species called the Daligig that explained this to us. Can I tell you if they're lying to us? No. But it's all we have right now."
And until he can find proof of anything else, he'll go with it. It's not like he has a lot of options, and none of the others seem any better. They're flying blind.
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"Chief is the Commander of this ship," Woah, Chief, was Samus backing you up? She was. Strange. She didn't like admitting that she actually was under the direct command of a superior officer, but she was falling back into the habit. It helped she held no (major) grudges against the meatship military. Just her former one. "He states it better than I could."
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She failed. Shepard had spent the last year trying to stop her galaxy from being destroyed and because of what happened to her...No. She wasn't going to going down that road right now. She'll do it on her own time, in her own way. Falling apart wasn't going to change anything.
Her arms dropped to the side and took a deep breath before looking at the others. Her eyes were hard while looking over the ship's commander. The guy easily hulk over Shepard by and extra two feet, a monster of a man if Shepard did say so herself. Of course, most of that armor was extremely bulky from the get-go, so she started to wonder who the person really was inside.
"Alright, so how exactly do we stop these Ohm?" She asked. Her voice losing a lot of its pointedness but was still just as fierce for an entirely new reason.
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"Can we shoot them? Because I'm all for shooting them. Does this ship have any weapons, or are we just a transport?" Fighters were too much to hope for. "Have we ever actually seen these guys? Do we know how to fight them?" More pertinent questions that probably needed to be answered sometime soon.
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And Samus hoped to whatever deity that would take pity on her that they could shoot them.
Back to Chief, "Did I miss anything?"
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He sees you being smart with him, Samus.
"Other than that, no."
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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."
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"We also have evidence of a nanite bomb. It's no help with direct tactics but I'm not throwing it out."
But this, as far as he's concerned, is just details. He's never been fond of declaring anything "screwed" and leaving it at that.
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She shook her head a little at the growing picture of the situation. "We're fighting universe-destroying bugs we know next to nothing about on a transport ship we can't steer," she said. "Fabulous. Well, it's not the first time I've been screwed before an operation even started." The grin on Trudy's face was maybe a little reckless and maybe a little sharp-edged - but she was in her element here. Hopeless battle, check. Enemy more advanced and powerful, check. Loose command structure, check.
Maybe this ship wouldn't be so bad.
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"It's not an ideal situation, but," A slight hesitation, "I am with Chief on this, Kusanagi. Besides, hopeless situations were never an excuse to stop in my line of work anyway." She may have stopped being smart at this point, but she still left a lingering feeling of 'I'm with you on this, but we still have our disagreements so don't expect this too often, Chief.' Maybe only he picked up on it, but it was there.
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The the red/yellow one...There was just something odd about her, almost familiar. Shepard certainly didn't recognize the suit though. Actually, Shepard didn't recognize neither suits. Both seemed extensively bulky to the point of being mechs in of themselves. Still, the woman(?) inside the red and yellow suit had more a freelance tone to her, probably a para-military or former merc.
She still had no idea what Kusanagi was, seeing as how the asian girl just appeared. Certainly was appealing to Shepard's eyes at least and would definitely draw more of a focus for the Commander if she was in the mood.
All in all, these people didn't sound like they were indoctrinated, showing no real fanatical tone at all. Which was both good and bad if you thought about it too hard.
"Yeah well, dealing with an unseen enemy has started to become a annoying habit with my life." Shepard admitted. "How much can we actually trust Stacy with. My own universe have had to deal with ships like these and they seemed more in the business of harvesting life from galaxies rather than helping them."
She couldn't be the only one who was thinking this.
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Either way, that they were screwed was nothing other than the status quo. Since when had any of the combat situations she'd led Section Nine into been anything but impossible? Worthless intel was just an excuse for on-the-job curiosity, in her mind. At any rate, it made things interesting.
"The ship?" that was cute— Shepard still held a notion of privacy? "There's not much we can hide. So far as interfering, there are blind spots in the city, but we're hamstrung for resources without her help, so don't think killing the damn thing or setting up some kind of alternate command post will get you far."