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- !plot: pod release,
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Meet-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 tall man in green armor 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 tall man in green armor 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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Hm.
"Something like that," Motoko allowed, since she was well-enough trained to act as a sniper at needs, and since her work was tangentially related to Security, "You are?"
Manners, girl.
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"Mind Macready," she said, "formerly of Earth, I guess, if what I'm hearing is true. Apparently the worlds we lived in are toast. I've been trying to see how true most of the stuff I've been told is. I guess I'll start with the basics: this ship, its alive, isn't it?"
They told her it was impossible, but that was someone as new as she was.
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"I'm Major Kusanagi," she replied politely, "Yes, she's alive. The portions that aren't are grafted directly onto the rest of her, so technically it's a cyborg ship."
One thing Motoko is not: new to this.
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A cyborg. Oh boy. Here comes something else to add the weird-shit-o-meter. She was really going to have to adjust to this.
"So what else is there? I was just talking to someone who's a cartoon in my world: didn't have the heart to tell him that. Who else is here? Superman? Batman?"
She was joking, of course...right?
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"If you mean Mr. Logan, he's probably already aware," Garfield Logan being Beast Boy's proper name. Motoko read everyone's file, everyone's, "It's a common problem. You'll get used to it."
Or else you won't and they'll be constantly catching you by surprise, but the Major could already tell that kind of unbalanced wouldn't be to Ms. Macready's tastes. They grow up so much faster, these days.
"Your 'line of work,'" Because really, she had to ask.
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"I usually called him Beastboy, but whatever floats your boat," Mindy said. "It's not a big deal, really, but it does throw someone off. I mean, if what I'm hearing is true, I'm dealing with a ship that houses superheroes. Not exactly something that I can hear and nod like its no big deal."
Especially when you grew up knowing most of these superheroes as a matter of course.
Here, Mindy gave a forced grin. "Well, you know how superheroes have powers, so they can take down villains and still retain their good names? In my world, villains have guns and gangs and torture people, not to mention have law enforcement on payroll. If you're someone who calls themselves a hero, you don't take chances by just knocking them out, you know what I mean?"
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As a matter of fact, Motoko was not too good to work for organized crime, when times got desperate. It would take a monumental idiot to presume they had any hold on her— on the contrary, she was one of the very few who'd swum in and out of their ranks like a fish, untouched. Of course, there were very very few cops that could hide a mob payoff from the chain-of-command, in those days— all gone, now.
"I'm not a hero," She corrected, finally, "But you'll find that that kind of corruption is pretty much universal, once you get enough people together. That doesn't mean we give them mercy."
[ Wow, typos. ]
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She shrugged. "The title is usually something someone throws at you whether you want it or not. But people also need that symbol if they're going to get any courage to begin with. So really, its something you have to choose. So if you have any sort of horror at what I do, save it. I had my reasons for doing it, like any other hero."
Whether she would do it anymore was the question.
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"I'm sure you're very brave," and though phrasing it that was made it sound sarcastic, she was sincere enough. She wasn't openly armed, of course, but between the jacket and the gray-black opsec uniform she had several weapons concealed on her person.
"I have no issue with 'what you do,' especially considering the rate of juvenile idiocy onboard," and there was an understatement. A well-trained brat, who knew her limits, Motoko could handle. It was self-righteous, underschooled teenagers like...Well, most of the so-called 'superheros' that rankled, "But you may want to think twice before accepting the label of 'hero,' as more than a formality."
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Mindy held up a hand. "I'm not even sure if I want to do that again. I mean, the last time was what finished things back then, I was almost killed. As for the hero thing, there are people here who have actual superhero powers. Mine relies on artillery and long ranged weapons."
Then she stopped. "What's the big deal about accepting the label hero on this ship?"
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"Contrary to popular thought, the ability to defy physics doesn't preclude intelligence or decent training," which was the nice way of saying that if she had to talk to Kon-El or either of the Takamichis one more time, one of them was going to get a kryptonite bullet in a body part not of their choosing.
"Or common sense," she amended, "You seem pretty eager to tell all of this to the first adult you meet. If you don't stop protesting so much that you're over and done with, I might think you were looking for a job."
She's joking really. The girl is ten.
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She gave Motoko a hard look. "I'm going to be looking for something to do. It should be pretty obvious why I'm talking to you about it: I DO want a job. It's not like I'm going to be comfortable coasting here when I know there's a crazy alien invasion that goes around killing planets. You look like you might know what someone like me can do."
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With a butterfly knife.
"Is that correct?" she asked, folding her arms.
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That much was the truth.
"But if you're asking me to prove what I can do, I can definitely show you later. If you just believed me, you would be pretty naive."
And the more she talked to Motoko, the more she was convinced that there was something off about her. She was ignoring it for the time being, she'd figure it out eventually.
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Which was why it was inevitable that she head straight for Weapons and Possessions lockup. The butterfly knife wasn't going to cut it, not by herself. She'd just look like a crazy little girl with a knife too advanced for her. No, she knew there was no avoiding it.
It was time to suit up again.