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Meet N' Greet!

It's big meeting time! Word of mouth gets everyone gathered in the Obs Deck--everyone. New, old, the entire crew is there and that makes it clear that there's close to a hundred of them, if not more.

When they've all arrived, a blue bubble pops up around them, courtesy of Blue Beetle, to block them all from Stacy's sensors. Most of the new people were given the basic rundown by Cybil or Chief when they were first released. Some of them have already joined a discussion with a the Commanding Officers and department heads. Some have had a chance to explore a bit. Some were only just recently released.

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"Don't mind the blue bubble, folks. That's our way of keeping Stacy from overhearing, courtesy of Blue Beetle here."

Cybil goes on, "I'm Cybil Bennet, Brahm's PD. I know a lot of you have questions about our basic situation. I've explained it to some of you, but right now's the time for you to ask questions and for those of us who've been here longer to tell you what we know. It's not much, but it's a start."

"We do have a command structure on the ship, largely because formal organization has been needed. We've had to fight for our lives before, and we've needed to split into different groups to do different things to work on getting out of here."

She takes a deep breath.

"Until now, I've been serving as Captain, as leader of this group, with others helping to share the workload. As of this point in time, we now have several actual starship captains, used to situations like these, that are willing to step up and lead. Provided the crew is comfortable with it, I would like to hand over leadership to one of them, a Captain Jean-Luc Picard. Obviously, I want to make this transition a natural one, and give him a chance to earn your trust, but I think it would be best for all of us if someone used to this, and used to uniting a group like ours together for survival were to take charge."

A deep breath.

"But first I want your thoughts. I believe you have a right to choose whose hands you ultimately place your lives in. My problem is that I don't think I'm the one best suited for it."

Worf stands dourly to one side, glowering at just about everyone except Jean-Luc Picard and Jim Kirk.

"Wags-Tail-a-Lot, Garou and Cliath of the Bone Gnawer Tribe. Aka the tribe that actually think before trying to attack someone. You can call me Wags."

Kirk steps forward and gives a nod and a smile to the assembled crew, "Greetings. I'm Captain James T. Kirk, of the Starship Enterprise. If you decide to accept the command change, I'll be serving as Captain Picard's first officer. I know this is a tough situation, and that all of us just want to get home. Well, I'm going to do my best to see that that happens."

Robert nods at the assembled.

"Robert Donovan, ex-cop and now PI. Formerly of Boston. My friends call me Robbie."

"I think you've done a great job on your own. But if you feel you want to change over to Captain Picard, I have no problem with following him."

Atton shrugs and gives everyone a languid wave, "Heya. Atton Rand. I can pilot a ship and I'm a decent shot with a blaster. I'm also a damn good pilot and good with computers."

Worf pipes up.

"Captain Picard is an honorable and able commander. I personally vouch for his ability and leadership. I trust him with my life." He then glowers at the assembly as if daring someone to contradict this assessment.

There was a lot of finery that always went into a meeting like this. Mal sat quietly, arms crossed, watching everyone about him as they spoke their introductions. By counts there was a good number of people there who had been there longer. He hoped someone had a little more information about the place that could be given like this.. in a bubble.

When it came his turn the browncoated man stood, clearing his throat. "My name is Malcolm Reynolds, Captain of the Firefly named Serenity. Former Browncoat with the 57th Overlanders. I'm a business man and ain't afraid to get a job done even if th' odd ain't just right."

When it was her turn, Six stood quietly.

"My name is Caprica," the woman spoke smoothly watching the humans around her. "I am well versed with computers and machines. Firearms and personal defense styles are not unfamiliar to me."

No need to tell them what she was quiet yet. That could come at a later time when everyone was settled into their new lives and roles on this ship.

Tony waits, arms folded. After letting a few others get their shot in he finally coughs and stands up, speaking with a Hispanic accent. He's scruffy-looking, but fairly clean, thanks to Stacy. His trusty backpack full of Stuff, Junk, and Things is kept protectively next to him.

"Heya. M'Antonio Jaurez, but you guys can just call me Tony. Everyone else does. Uh... not much to tell 'bout me, 'cept that I grew up on the streets and I can fight OK. Like talkin' better, though. I can hotwire a car, an' do oddjobs... uh... yeah! Hope that I can help out somehow. Do m'best, really."

He offers a friendly grin and then settles back. He's leaving out a few things and not outright lying. More like omitting certain parts of the truth.

"First lieutenant Meluly, NEG army, special operations deployment. I'm a mech pilot. If this place brought my Engel too, I should be able to... help out things with it."

The jet-black-skinned woman isn't wearing one of the ship's plant suits—instead, she's scavenged a red silk drape and turned it into something halfway between a toga and a sari.

"I'm Special Agent Seeley Booth, FBI." says Booth. "This is my partner. Work partner." He turns his head toward Brennan, allowing her to say her own intro. He knows better than to try speaking for her, she'll only yell at him if he does.

"So, we meet again," Atton flashes her a grin, "See that you finally found something to wear. Which is... uh... good. Yeah."

"Are you working on getting us back home? Is there any plan in place? How do you get to the restricted areas of the ship?"

Robert harumphs.

"Show the lieutenant some respect, kid."

The two Andalites and the hawk made a rather unique family. < My name is Tobias Fangor. It's a long story, but these two are my father and my uncle. No, I don't normally look like them...I can make myself look like them but this is my real body. Like I said, it's complicated. >

Atton rolls his eyes, "Listen, old man, I may not be as old as you but I'm sure as Hell not some kid. Now, stop being grumpy. Want me to find you a cane or something?"

"Yes, yes, and we're working on that," says Cybil. "We're going to use this meeting to go through each issue one at a time, explain what we're doing, and seeing if any of the people newly podpopped like yourself have better ideas."

"[I am the Vision.]"

The teenager in question sounds a bit weird, not to mention looking quite metallic. He's also wearing a strange uniform in place of the usual podsuits.

"[I am a super hero based out of New York City on the planet Earth in the twenty-first century. My body is comprised of a neurokinetic suit of armor from the thirty-first century; and my powers include a degree of super-strength, density manipulation, flight, laser blasts, computer interfacing, holographic manipulation, and limited shape shifting.]"

Also time-travel, but he had a feeling that it wouldn't be useful on board this ship.

"How come you don't have the pulsating creepy plant suit?"

"I'm uh," God this was weird. There were people here she'd seen on TV since she was a kid. She'd dealt with crazy things before but fictional people turning out to be real?

This must be what going mad feels like.

"I'm Stature. Or you can call me Cassie Lang. I guess secret identities don't matter here. I can grow or shrink at will and I'm not bad at karate and messing around with electronics. And it's ah uh, real honor to meet some of you." She blushed at that last part, looking around at the people from Star Trek- er- the world where Star Trek was real.

"I'm ok with that," a voice replies. Anyone who looks will see a tall, shaggy-haired man in his mid-twenties holding himself up with the aid of a makeshift cane.

Holy crap, Sammy's up and walking. Finally!!!

"I think Captain Picard will be good," he adds. Of course, Sammy's not going to openly admit that he'd ever watched Star Trek, at least not to the extent of squealing like a fan-geek. He'd already met McCoy--which was strange in and of itself--but to finally get out of the infirmary only to be faced with Kirk, Spock, Picard and Worf was definitely more than a little shocking.

But, the benefit of having watched The Next Generation when John had been out hunting demons and such was that Sam was positive that Captain Picard was more than suited for the position.

"...I mean, as long as your positive you don' want to keep doing it," he adds to Cybil.

"If Captain Picard's the same man I watched on television then he has my vote."

Captain Picard and Kirk.

If it weren't so real she'd think she was hallucinating.

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