trans_9 | Mission 01: Recovery [Briefing]

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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.

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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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Javert, who has never, ever been unsteady on his feet-- not since he had grown into his height, at least-- was looking slightly less panicked than Chaucer, but still, for him, terrified. He grabbed hold of something and debated simply shutting his eyes and clinging to the wall until his feet stayed on the ground. He then decided that that was in no way stoic or impressive.

"I do not like space travel." He decided, firmly.

The instant his feet started to leave the floor, Mal was making a grab to hold onto something. What he really wasn't expecting was to see the damned ugly ship they were on and the sheer size. Perhaps that is why, when he spoke lowly, it was in a rush. "Ō, zhè zhēn shì gè kuàilè de jìnzhăn- what th' ruttin' hell is that supposed to be?"

"Chaucer, I'm going to get you to a wall. When I do, grab onto it."

The Chief shifts in his spot clinging to what was the "floor" of Obs Deck, checks his angle and trajectory, plans his jump, and then kicks off, heading for Chaucer at a relatively easy speed. He doesn't want to hit the other man hard enough to hurt him, especially in his suit like this.

He catches Geoff around the torso, shifting slightly as the collision turns his straight shot into a slow roll. He bends one knee to try to modify the speed of the spin so he'll take the impact rather than Chaucer, because being slammed into a wall by a thousand pounds of Spartan isn't pleasant at any velocity. They're drifting toward a lower spot on one of the Obs Deck "walls". If all goes according to plan, they'll hit sideways and be able to get ahold of something before bouncing off.

Plays wooped in surprise, then laughed and pushed himself off of a wall with both feet, doing flips through air. Of course, he spoiled the effect by ramming into the far wall, but it was awesome.

"An' they told me I'd never be an astronaut!"

Picard found himself now upside-down (relative to his previous position), still in a seated position, with his arms crossed and a bemused expression on his face. "Miss Bennett, are you all right?" he asked, aware that Cybil had most likely never experienced zero-gravity.

"Uh."

She has to think about that for a minute.

"...No."

Picard almost laughed at that, but avoided doing so for Cybil's sake. Instead, he unfolded his arms, holding one out toward the young woman. "Here, take my hand," he offered.

He tried really very hard not to squeak when Chief grabbed him, Chaucer really did.

He wasn't entirely sure if he succeeded, but that was okay, because at that point he was focusing very hard on what Chief told him to do. Grab the wall when you hit the wall.

He was a good foot soldier, simple orders like that, he could do.

So he did, and clung for dear life. "Dear Lord in heaven, what have I done to deserve this?"

Cybil grabs on Picard's hand and holds on for dear life.

"This is nuts," she says, trying to get herself to stop spinning. "I still don't get how some of you people can jump right into this without hardly batting an eyelash. Even trying to keep it cool while leading, I've had 'this is nuts, this is nuts, this is nuts' on repeat in my head, like a broken record."

"Yeah, I hear that. My first time in space was awesome-but-slightly-horrifying too."

Doc planted his feet to the ceiling in true ninja fashion and once secured reached a hand down to touch Cybil's shoulders and keep her from pulling another somersault.

For a moment Jean was caught off guard as the gravity disappeared and everyone began floating. She found herself drifting up toward the ceiling and for a brief second her eyes widened, thinking that she was going to collide with it.

But then her eyes narrowed, and she began to concentrate and actually smiled when she stopped moving toward the celing and just hovered in one place. "Well, this is much better!" She said with a smile and began to look at the other members of the crew. "Though, it would have been nice if Stacy had given a little warning first."

Wow, so the gravity vanishing is definitely not Dean's favorite thing right now. At the moment, he's clinging to whatever surface he can tightly, trying not to start hyperventilating.

... Dean doesn't like flying of any kind.

Tim turns a couple of flips in the air, before grabbing onto something solid like Nightwing had suggested. He's laughing a little to himself, and considering another round of flips, until he catches sight of Dean's seriously freaked-out look. "Hey--it's just zero-G. I'm sure we'll get gravity back in a minute, but, in the meantime... enjoy the ride?" he suggests.

"...Also, sorry about the things I said back in the medbay."

He still can't believe some of the things he said. Especially to Dean. The way he'd spoken to him had been... inexcusable.

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Tobias is spinning and flipping, not used to dealing with zero G. He's been in space before but the periods without artificial gravity didn't last that long. He grabs onto whatever he can reach with his talons, since his wings aren't any help.

< holy crap that thing is big. > he says, looking back at the ship. < I wonder what Ax will think of it. > He can't believe teh ship's size either.

The sudden appearance of Tim right there next to him causes Dean to jump, and while he doesn't let go of his iron grip, his expression narrows. He knows that it'd been a Yeerk that had said those things, but it was hard to forget.

"Enjoy the ride. Yeah, right," Dean grits out, trying to hold himself as still as possible. And then Tim apologizes.

Dean stares for a minute, and then looks away. Tim's probably going to have to work at it if he wants Dean to trust him, (assuming he wants to associate with Dean at all), but the apology does help.

"... S'fine." Dean would say more, but. Y'know. Anti-gravity.

Paco pushed off from one of the walls and flew toward the opposite one, arms out-stretched at his side.

"Neeeeeeeeeeeerooooooooooown!"

What? Just because the rest of the planet-crew are too "dignified" to make airplane noises...

Leela collides with him (slowly) in mid-air, and starts fake punching.

She moves her mouth quickly, and then speaks, making it look as if she's speaking another language and the English (or everyone's translated languages) are getting dubbed over.

"You'll pay for what you've done, warlord!" She play-acts. "The villages in the countryside will be freed from your iron grasp! Papow!"

Fake slow motion punches!

Paco muffled a laugh, but couldn't stifle a grin.

"Ha! You are but a girl! I will pay for nothing!" he declared, bookending his words with random mouth movements.

Slow-mo fake-punch! Also, something that would have been a high kick if Paco were more flexible. It mostly just changed the direction of his floating.

"This girl has defeated the trolls of the Dead Glades, banished the dreaded Witch-Hunter of the Hills of Fergmont, and beaten the barbarians of Em'sk in deadly combat!"

A slow-motion high kick that was actually a high kick, and as she twirls, she adds, "Seriously, I have. I didn't make that shit up."

She goes back to play-acting.

"WHAAACHAAAAA!"

Tony pushed off from the wall where he'd ended up, trying to hold in his laughter. He floated into Leela and Paco, flailing madly, "WEREWOLF ATTAAAAAAAACK!"

Spock is distinctly not amused by any of this.

"If any of you are to avoid injuries on atmospheric re-entry, I would highly recommend you brace yourselves, ideally with some distance between one another."

"Aww man, the only trolls I fought were internet trolls," Paco said, then added an 'oof' as Tony collided with them and dropped back into character. "Augh, my one weakness! Excessive body hair! Nooooooooo!"

Well, they were heading vaguely in the direction of one of the walls now. That counted as following Spock's instructions, right?

Brainiac 5 does his best to ignore the rest of the crew, particularly those parts of it playing around like overgrown children, and navigates himself over to the wall closest to the bulk of the ship. A task made relatively simple by both his familiarity with space travel and the fact he possesses extendible limbs.

Once there, he focuses his attention on the retreating form of the main ship and initiates some standard scans, as well as recording what he sees. There isn't any time to look over the data now, but he's certain that his counterpart and others of the engineering crew will appreciate it later.

Tony makes various growling and snarling noises, while flailing like a total spaz. The elders from the Caern would crucify him if they saw him doing this, but they're not here and he's happy that for once there are some other kids around his age who he can just... be a kid with, rather then worrying about the impending end of the world scenario. He glances over his shoulder at Robo!Brainy, then back at his two compatriots.

"...hey, guys."

"... yeah."

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