trans_9 | Movin' on up [Open]

Zouichi knocked at the entrance of the office; after all, it would be rude to simply stroll right in.

"Excuse me, is this the Security office? Someone told me I should contact Samus Aran."

"Come in."

The Chief nodded to Zouichi. "Yes, Samus Aran was head of the security office. She seems to have gone missing, though, so I've taken it over in her stead. What do you need?"

Missing? The man didn't seem too worried about it, so apparently it wasn't a point of great concern; he did as instructed and entered the office.

"My name is Kanoe Zouichi. I arrived with the latest batch of people released from the pods, and I'd like to join the department."

"Alright." The Chief nods. "What's your age, and what can you contribute to the department skills-wise?"

He was relaxed, evidently this was routine for him. The man in the armor was sizing him up, but it was without aggression or pressure.

Zouichi inclined his head in response. "I was released slightly over a year ago.

"In terms of skills, I have extensive firearms training and am capable in close-quarters combat. I am also considerably stronger than a human. However, I do not have any experience in law enforcement. Most of my missions have been escort or retrieval missions requiring the extensive use of lethal force."

The Chief nodded, glancing over Zouichi's self-filed omnicomm profile briefly as he listens. Synthetic, ah. However, his apparent maturity level was much greater than, say, Kon's and his experience weighed in his favor. The Chief decided that Leon's age rules didn't apply here.

"You'll fit right in then. Our main focus is usually nonlethal, keeping crew members from hurting one another without causing permanent damage, but we're also first on call if anything nasty shows up. Typical duties include patrolling and being on call for other crew members if they need assistance."

"I understand." Zouichi wasn't inclined to go around hurting human beings anyway; it wasn't what he was made for.

"Are there any set shifts? Or department regulations I should be aware of?"

"I'll send you a copy of the relevant information," the Chief said, tapping off the instructions to do so right there.

"It's fairly common sense. Our structure's loose and flexible, responses are coordinated based on the threat level. Patrols are regular, everyone does their share of those. The schedule can be bent if you can't, but it's not free reign."

Spider-Man was bored. There could only be enough web-swinging done to clear one's head in a day. It was probably about time he upped and found a job on the ship. It was highly unlikely Steve or Tony would suddenly show up and start up the Avengers (or in Tony's case, start up Stark Fill-In-The-Awesome-Descriptive-Word-Here-Blank).

So, he opted for the closest thing on the ship - Security.

Now, he could have gone the easy way and just poked someone on the Omnicomms, but seriously, that's not his style. So, he went for his usual: finding the base and crashing it.

Or in this case, finding the window where the Chief was and start knocking.

"Hey! I'm looking for the one in charge of Security! I would like to join the Non-Tentacle-Use Crew Protection Agency!" Spidey said, yelling through the window.

Hello, Chief. This is a potential recruit.

The Chief raises an eyebrow, peering at Spider-Man.

"That'd be me. You can come in, you know."

Well. He's seen weirder things, but this is kind of up there. No doubt this guy's a super of some kind.

"Gonna do this... Batman style!" Spider-Man uttered, opening the window and slipping inside.

"So, you're the big guy in charge here, huh? Where do I sign up? I wanna join the forces...! wait, that doesn't sound like the right thing to say..."

"Alright then. Name, age, skillset, and why you want to be in the department."

"Your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man or just Spider-Man. Not giving up the secret identity. You can't make me., Old enough to know better.. or 25, does whatever a spider can and because it beats sitting on my butt, twiddling my thumbs. 'Sides, you just might need a bit of help."

He nodded. A bit enthusiastic, this one, but he figured it could work out if he kept an eye on him. Or had some of the more senior members keep an eye on him, more likely. Head of Security. It was funny how this had gone around in a circle for him.

"How are you with orders?"

Spidey looked over the guy who was asking the questions. This guy would probably be best friends with Captain America. Though, this guy seems to be the guy who wouldn't want friends around him.

"Hey, I'm good with orders, believe me." he admitted. "I might be a bit on the hyper side, but that's more because it keeps my nerves calm."

Shepard had found her way down to the Precinct after doing a little research on the omnicomm network. It was far past time for her to get more involved with things on the ship, and this was the second most direct route.

She made her way through the old building, pausing at the door marked off as the Chief of Security's office. Taking a moment to decide if she just walked in or knocked, she ultimately decided to knock, and stood back, waiting for a response.

"Come in," called a man's voice from within.

She frowned at the door, having expected a woman to answer from what she'd looked up on the chain of command, but she didn't question it, pushing the door open and stepping inside.

"So I take it you're the man to talk to about joining Security?"

"Knock, knock," Dean remarked as he strolled in. "Glad you're still around at least."

The Chief nodded. "Winchester," he said, a pretty normal greeting considering it was the Chief. "Likewise."

He found a seat, and flopped down, "Yeah, been some serious shit going down lately. Not sure how much you were here for."

"GLaDOS," he said. That's all he really needed to say. "Fill me in. It's been sort of disorienting."

"Yeah I bet, freaking computer bitch. Trying to remember if you were here for the Dalgig's buddies or not. Latest noise was Daimon's Darksoul getting loose and possessing people." His face was neutral, but there was a tic to his cheek suggesting it affected him deeply.

"My brother and I and others helped get the bastard sealed away."

The Doctor flops down into the chair across from the human. He makes himself immediately at home, straightening his bowtie and then clasping his hands together on that desk, leaning forward. "A few things, actually. First, I'd like to look into two missing people and second, have you seen any crew with a trident? Or anything remotely tridenty looking?"

Between that Darksoul possibly still being out there and both his Ponds missing, the Doctor supposes just this once he has reason to go to the "proper" authorities. At the very least, it's another set of eyes, right?

He isn't much for knocking. Or letting anyone know he's dropping in. The Doctor continues to smile amiably at the man sitting across from him. Judging by those scars, he's most certainly seen some action. The Doctor just hopes he isn't one of those shoot-first types.

The Doctor's lack of disregard for anything resembling pleasantries like knocking on doors or offering a greeting throws the Spartan for a split second, but he snaps to business almost immediately anyway. "Firstly, who? Secondly, I haven't seen any tridents. Thirdly, who are you?"

"Amy and Rory Pond. Rory might insist it's Williams, but it's Pond, definitely," the Doctor goes on, "Amy's a human girl, long red hair. Scottish," he adds. "And Rory's her husband. Skinny human boy, blond hair, bit of a nose."

It's entirely possible they're still in the pods, have been repodded or...they didn't make it from the Ohm, a theory the Doctor doesn't much care for. No, he wants to say they're here somewhere. After all, the TARDIS is here, so...quite right. Yes. He studies the "proper authority" sitting across from him. Sharp, this one. Usually he catches humans more off-guard than that, but that's a fast recovery. The Doctor's opinion of him rises a few notches.

"Right. Can't have me going to you lot without a name, can I? The Doctor. And you're...oh, you don't have a name plaque here. I was expecting a name plaque."

The Doctor is at a loss for the human's name, looking around for any clues. He's about to ask if there was any news, at least, about any...tridenty activities in the last few days, but the lack of name plaque here is distracting. Proper authorities rather like their name plaques. And badges. And ranks.

The Chief shakes his head, checking the current crew listing on his omnicomm as he talks to make sure something hasn't slipped his memory.

"If they're here, I haven't met them and they're not registered on the comms," he says. "So, they're probably not awake if they are."

The Doctor, huh? The Chief vaguely remembers a man going by that name in the past, though those memories are rather blurred and distorted by some combination of GLaDOS and Stacy. Besides, he can't exactly fault someone for using a word for a name. Pot, kettle and all.

"Master Chief. Most of the crew just calls me Chief. I just got this office, I haven't had time to have one set up," he admits. "Our previous head went missing. The ship shuffles our roster around a lot."

Master Chief? Odd little name there, except it's not really little is it? So fine, odd big name then, and almost a bit war-like. Certainly aggressive, even if Master Chief here is being quite reasonable and not aggressive at all, only businesslike. The scars on his face, though, tell another story: there's only so far this man in front of him will rely on reason, from a glance. Not a push-over, this one.

"What about finding out if they're assigned to specific pods?" the Doctor doesn't give up. He finally leans back to give Master Chief more of his desk back, idly dusting off the thighs of his trousers with a hand. "I can see that. Not much for rhyme and reason, is she? Stacy, I mean. Or rhyme and reason as most lifeforms know it."

This would all be so much easier, he thinks, if they could get a direct line to Stacy.

Jaime hesitated a moment, looking at the big guy, before raising a hand to knock on the doorframe.

"Master Chief?"

There is a face in his door window. It's one that he probably isn't expecting to see. It's reading the name painted across. It looks sort of... displeased and confused.

She scrunches her face. Surely this can't be right. She straightens up and opens the door. She doesn't take her hand off the knob and points at the letters across the window.

"Why's your name on my door?"

It's nice to see you, Chief.

"Because it's my door."

Isn't it obvious, Samus?
He says it almost like suddenly having a person who disappeared come out of nowhere and demand to know what's going on happens every d-

Wait, yeah, this is the Transmigration 9. It pretty much does happen every day.

This answer does not please her.

"Odd. What's your door doing leading into my office?"

He replies, cool as can be.

"It's my office."

"I've been replaced," she says frankly. Sad news for being so fresh out of the pods.

"Did you expect a vigil?"

He pauses.

"And you have pod slime in your hair."

He mimes the location with a finger.

She reaches up and feels for it. A-yup. There it is. Ew. she whipes it away.

"Mostly I just didn't expect to find anyone in my chair."

She likes that chair.

"My chair, you mean. I'm department head."

"I feel like you should add on a "conditionally" to that title. With the condition being my absence. Which is not being met right now."

"If you insist, then. Ma'am."

He's perfectly straight faced, but the emphasis on the "ma'am" is clearly teasing.

Oh you, Chief. Samus' face goes slightly sour at the title, but doesn't say anything this time. Chief will know it got to her.

"I don't have official authority yet. You'll need to send up my armor until the Captain can make the switch."

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Apologies! I've been wiped for the past couple days. >.o

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No problem, btw, stuff happens :)

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I'm sorry, last two days have been very 8|

Oh, I know the feeling. Spent the last week sick and dealing with 1st of the month.

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WHOOPS! I blame plot... >_>;;;

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HI VARIS I am sorry I failed you with my slowness!

IT'S COO i've been eaten by work the past few days anyway

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Dododododo pretending he has been in there for awhile

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