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Entry tags:
- !location: obs deck,
- !location: planetside,
- !plot: mission 01- recovery,
- b5,
- bella (garou),
- billy cranston,
- brainiac 5,
- brenda,
- cale tucker,
- captain kirk,
- captain picard,
- chaucer,
- dark smoke puncher mcninja,
- dean winchester,
- dr mcninja,
- elle bishop,
- jean grey,
- john-117,
- kate bishop,
- kon-el,
- leela bricker,
- leon s. kennedy,
- malcolm reynolds,
- nathan petrelli,
- nightwing,
- paco,
- river song,
- robin,
- sam winchester,
- samus aran,
- sawyer,
- soundwave,
- spider-man,
- spock,
- stature,
- superman,
- the master,
- the middleman,
- the vision ii,
- wags-tail-a-lot,
- wonder girl
Mission 01: Recovery [Briefing]
The Meeting is interrupted.
There is a resounding mental alarum that sounds through the ship. Nearly "deafening." Lights flash from places for extra emphasis, making it impossible to ignore.
||Attention, Attention. All personnel please report to the Observation Deck. Attention, Attention. All personnel please report to the Observation Deck. Attention, Attention, all personnel...||
They can hear it through the meeting bubble and Jaime drops it.
It's entirely likely that she won't stop repeating the announcement until, well, everyone reports to Obs Deck. The mouth in the huge statue opens, revealing a screen. On it, the dossier for the mission flickers into display, understandable to every person there. Smaller copies of the dossier appear in holographic form in front of everyone.
The planet's stats, right next to a rotating picture of it, marled blue and green, are as follows:
Planet Designation: Earth-534A342Z
Status: Terrestrial, H-class.
Non-sentient life: Extensive flora and fauna.
Semi-Sentient Life: Yes.
Sentient Life: No.
Water: 82% of the planet's surface.
Climate: Similar to Earth's Mediterranean climates/desert climates in some areas. [Click here for cultural equivalents for non-Earth cultures.]
Landscape: Varied. Lightning storms plague the plains and mountain plateaus. Tectonic upheaveal.
Air: Normoxic concentration: 28% oxygen, 62% nitrogen, 5% xenon, 5% trace gases, such as hydrogen, krypton, and argon.
Air Pressure: 14.543 pounds per square inch.
Sky: Blue with orangeish-gold clouds (clouds ride rather low in the sky due to gravity being stronger and therefore reflect the colors on the surfaces of the plateaus.
Sun: A class M5V, a red dwarf star.
Warnings: Wildlife and plant-life can be hazardous.
Mission: Track escape pod vessels with the scanners provided. Manually activate recovery processes. Return to Main Planet Pod.
--
Following that, there is a table displaying the escape pods--they looked like little bugs or maybe giant beans. Something between plant and insect.
||Attention, podmates. Attention.||
Apparently Stacy wants their attention.
||It is critical that you pay attention at this time.||
There is a resounding mental alarum that sounds through the ship. Nearly "deafening." Lights flash from places for extra emphasis, making it impossible to ignore.
||Attention, Attention. All personnel please report to the Observation Deck. Attention, Attention. All personnel please report to the Observation Deck. Attention, Attention, all personnel...||
They can hear it through the meeting bubble and Jaime drops it.
It's entirely likely that she won't stop repeating the announcement until, well, everyone reports to Obs Deck. The mouth in the huge statue opens, revealing a screen. On it, the dossier for the mission flickers into display, understandable to every person there. Smaller copies of the dossier appear in holographic form in front of everyone.
The planet's stats, right next to a rotating picture of it, marled blue and green, are as follows:
Planet Designation: Earth-534A342Z
Status: Terrestrial, H-class.
Non-sentient life: Extensive flora and fauna.
Semi-Sentient Life: Yes.
Sentient Life: No.
Water: 82% of the planet's surface.
Climate: Similar to Earth's Mediterranean climates/desert climates in some areas. [Click here for cultural equivalents for non-Earth cultures.]
Landscape: Varied. Lightning storms plague the plains and mountain plateaus. Tectonic upheaveal.
Air: Normoxic concentration: 28% oxygen, 62% nitrogen, 5% xenon, 5% trace gases, such as hydrogen, krypton, and argon.
Air Pressure: 14.543 pounds per square inch.
Sky: Blue with orangeish-gold clouds (clouds ride rather low in the sky due to gravity being stronger and therefore reflect the colors on the surfaces of the plateaus.
Sun: A class M5V, a red dwarf star.
Warnings: Wildlife and plant-life can be hazardous.
Mission: Track escape pod vessels with the scanners provided. Manually activate recovery processes. Return to Main Planet Pod.
--
Following that, there is a table displaying the escape pods--they looked like little bugs or maybe giant beans. Something between plant and insect.
||Attention, podmates. Attention.||
Apparently Stacy wants their attention.
||It is critical that you pay attention at this time.||
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Hard. Like a rag doll, hard. Harder than she does when breaking up fights.
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"Nnnnf!"
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It does nothing, of course, and in the end she can just race in the direction Kon's been thrown.
"Kon!"
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When they find him, Tim drops next to him, and starts to carefully check him out for signs of head trauma.
"Idiot," he mutters. "You're supposed to stay alive long enough for us to figure out a way to save you."
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"You two, escort Mister Kon to Sickbay. I'll speak to him further later."
Picard glanced up toward the ceiling as if making some sort of silent plea, but all that came out of his mouth was, "Just what the hell is going on here?!"
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It is a threat.
||Kon-El threatened action that would impede the mission. He has been subdued of. Damage is minimal.||
||You will perform the requested duties on the mission. Refusal will result in Punishment. Those not on the mission will remain on the ship or be subdued.||
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Cassie wants to both see Kon to the sickbay anyway and stay and give the stupid ship a piece of her mind. She opts for the latter, furious.
"Oh, I'll do the mission, but subdued? By slamming him into the wall? That was totally unnecessary!"
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He scoffed.
"Sorry, sister, but in case you didn't notice, I don't take orders. Not from her--" He pointed at Cybil. "--not from him--" He pointed at Picard. "--and I sure as F#*% ain't gonna take 'em from a b^@#* like you."
With that said, he defiantly headed for the exit.
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||You will remain here until the briefing is over.||
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"I don't care how minor you say Mister Kon's injuries are, this briefing will not continue until he is properly cared for!" Picard pointedly ignored Sawyer. The less said of a man like that, the better. He'd do everything in his power to get Sawyer back home as much as anyone else, but he had his actual crew to worry about at the moment.
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||Crewmember Brainiac 5 [Organic Variant] has previously rendered medical assistance in the MedBay and is not on the mission roster. He will be permitted to escort crewmate Kon-El to the MedBay. No others are allowed to leave until the briefing is complete.||
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"...hn."
Point Picard.
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He glances up at the ceiling. "You know, Stacy," he says conversationally. "Slamming our friends around the observation deck doesn't exactly make any of us more cooperative." No, he's not actually considering defiance... at the moment... but he's still seriously pissed.
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Stacy's rules all seem very simple to the man from the heyday of feudalism, though that's not to say that the fact he's on the roster to go doesn't frighten him. It does, and he still wants to go home. But for now, he sees no reason to fight. Subversiveness is more his style.
"Risking her further anger just to sound brave or vent helps no one, and certainly not your friend."
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As for the others, well, it's like talking to a mob of Wats and Wills, though at least one of them seems to be listening. Jeezy, Geoff hopes his own children will be better-behaved by this age. Or at least smarter about it.
"Then let us get our... 'briefing' finished with as little muttering as possible, and maybe you can visit him before we're whisked away. Hopefully without sustaining any more casualties to over-bluntness."