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cityship ([personal profile] cityship) wrote in [community profile] trans_92011-06-26 12:42 am

"Listening to others, considering well what they say" (Part 3: Maingate Hotel)

The Maingate Hotel was pretty extravagant, and an entire section of it had been eked out for the crew's use during their stay. They had several suites, three communal areas, a conference room, their own kitchen with a chef on call if they required her.

They were all teleported from the main teleport pad of the hotel into the conference room, which was a large enough room to be able to hold a group their size and had plenty of chairs arranged in a circular pattern so they could mostly all face each other or whoever was in the middle of the room.

Everyone had to settle down so they were all able to talk, and the meeting itself would have to be carefully controlled so they wouldn't all talk over each other. But they were up for the task, right?

[ooc: Guardian Setup, General Mingling, Clone Checkup, Newbie Briefing, General Briefing, More Mingling, Back to the Meeting, and The Idea Guy sections are open. Backup characters introduced to the plot can join in the mingling subthreads if they want. The opening of new subthreads will be announced here and the ooc. Please read the linked OOC post for a plot timeline.]
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Re: Newbie Briefing

[personal profile] makeherblue 2011-06-26 06:13 am (UTC)(link)
So it sounds as if everything's gone all horridly wrong. The Doctor doesn't say "terribly" wrong, because it hasn't quite gone that far yet, but it does seem like it's wanting to step up from Horrid to Terrible judging by the implosion over the omnicomm network.

The Doctor takes the teleport in a stride, as if he's quite used to being beamed from once place to another, and he now takes the time to straighten his bowtie before plopping himself down in his chair. Despite the grim news, his expression is still polite and friendly even as he settles into his chair, folds his hands in his lap with exaggerated care, and glances around at the crew assembled. Some he recognizes, like Otter Soother Daniel Jackson; Zouchi from the Book Club; Rory the On-and-Off-Again Roman (human never could seem to make up his mind). Some of the others he's seen before but never talked to.

He waits for Nightwing to begin, showing an odd sense of tact by not immediately trying to jump into the middle of things. Instead he meets Rory's eyes and...well, he doesn't quite consider himself the expert on humans, but it's quite clear Rory's upset. The Doctor dips his head slightly toward Rory, a shorthand way of saying "it'll be okay, don't you worry", except not quite like that after all, on second thought.

[identity profile] carrieswar.livejournal.com 2011-06-26 06:14 am (UTC)(link)
Jr. had calmed down a little. The frustration was still very easily seen on his face, but it was now mixed with a feeling of ... upset? Disappointment? Stacy had been ... not a bad place, he thought. With so many different people waking up, working together, learning of and understanding each other, it was comfortable. That much he could chalk up as a pro for the situation. He never imagined they'd wind up on a planet like Galilee. All of the old feelings had come rushing back once again. The naivety of his childhood, the rush of hope at Sakura Mizrahi's - the girl he still continued to exist for - words to him. "You're not a weapon. You're a wonderful boy." The shock and disgust when he realized his father's true intent. The talk and the buzz of the U.R.T.V.s after the war. The very reason Gaignun and he had taken on the name of Gaignun Kukai, hiding their origins.

One hand of his was constantly up, brushing and poking and nudging the brand on his forehead repeatedly. Of course the irony was that he used his right hand to do so, where the much older brand of the ominous number 666 rested on his palm.
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Re: General Mingling

[identity profile] zouichi.livejournal.com 2011-06-26 06:17 am (UTC)(link)
Zouichi stood off a little by himself in the hotel, examining his sidearm in relative silence. Maybe he looked like he was examining it for damage.

He was actually contemplating using it to shoot off the holographic brand that had been implanted in his forehead. It should be relatively easy for his systems to calculate the exact angle of fire required to scrape the skin without puncturing his skull. There would be blood, of course -- head wounds always bled quite a bit. But on its lowest setting, the shell should produce a minor, predictable path of damage. The wound should be completely healed, without scarring, in a day or two.

He looked at the gun barrel.
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Re: Newbie Briefing

[personal profile] death_adept 2011-06-26 06:27 am (UTC)(link)
From the sounds of it things had not gone well, the fact that the backup team were there was sign enough, let alone the message on the comms network. He himself had little concern in the situation one way or another, if his skills were required so be it.

Thus there he was, leaning up against one of the walls of the conference room a long coat covering the majority of his spy suit, the spy mask and other equipment contained within a sizable case leaning against the wall beside him. One that contained all the equipment he would require should things truly go south, something that may well happen.

His bionic eyes scan over the gathered crew both human and non-human alike, gauging their expressions before returning his gaze to the command figure for the mission, Lt. Commander Grayson. Though he paid little heed to the command structure of the crew in general bar Cargn he had decided to play along and put his skills to use where they could be utilized.

[identity profile] so-pregnable.livejournal.com 2011-06-26 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
"What the hell is this crap with guardians? What did the other Councilors say?"
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Re: Clone Checkup

[identity profile] zouichi.livejournal.com 2011-06-26 06:35 am (UTC)(link)
Zouichi disliked seeing doctors. Talking with them was all right, in general, but when one of them was actually examining you, it almost invariably meant that something was wrong. In fact, he'd been designed expressly to avoid the need for regular medical care -- who was going to provide it in the middle of a battlefield?

So he relied on his healing factor to take care of most things, and avoided MedBay except for social purposes (for some reason, he knew a surprising number of the medics there).

But Sakura had asked that each of the branded individuals be examined. He looked around for an available medic.
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[personal profile] governorkang 2011-06-26 06:39 am (UTC)(link)
Kang didn't think he'd ever been so insulted in his entire life.

The Dragonarmies (now the Dark Knights) had created draconians for only one purpose, and had treated them like dirt. They'd called them 'lizardmen', considered them to be dumb beasts, and very, very few had ever given him any sort of respect. Once they'd found out that females had been found, they'd decided to kill them all rather than lose control of them.

And while the strong implication had always been there, that draconians were not people, but things to be used at the humans' discretion, they'd never gone so far as to brand any of them and make a blatant statement of it.

Not only that, but he was a goddamn Councilor. This was not how foreign diplomats were supposed to be treated. Ever.

He sat in one of the chairs with his arms crossed over his chest, furious, a muzzle on the table in front of him. His wings were held high, and he had to force himself to stop a low, dangerous rumble in his chest.

"We're property now, Kon. Can't have us walking around without our bloody owners," the bozak said sarcastically. "I'm asking them for suggestions besides killing the bastards and stealing some of the tech, because that's currently all I really want to do."
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[personal profile] imperious_lex 2011-06-26 06:40 am (UTC)(link)
Lex raised an eyebrow slightly, but didn't say anything. He wasn't going to announce who was assigned to him, he'd leave something like that to Nightwing. Though he thought Kon™ would've already figured it out, but it seemed the Clark side of his DNA hindered his intellect to a rather significant degree.

Joy of joys.

So now Lex had his own defective and disobedient Kon™ to call his very own. This would be great, if he thought he could actually make some improvements, but this piece of alter-dimensional bioengineering was obviously damaged beyond repair.

Unworthy of the name Luthor. Corp. LuthorCorp.

At least Lt. Harlaown would likely be reasonably polite and obedient, circumstances aside.

Still, for the obscenity that the branding was, it at least gave him something to take note of, regarding the others with the mark. Why, he would have never suspected some of them... but he'll save his scientific curiosity for later.

For now, he just calmly sat looking over the data that Allin agreed to provide. He figured it would be a nice distraction while Kon™ ranted and raved and made a bunch of loud petty threats (seriously, the Kents raise their offspring with no manners in the slightest), and then others would line up and make a bunch of overblown threads, as if Lex actually cared about their threat (he didn't) or about Kon™'s well being. Neither one of them concerned him at the moment, he had far more important issues.
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[identity profile] zouichi.livejournal.com 2011-06-26 06:49 am (UTC)(link)
"Try not to poke it so much." It was Zouichi, looking rather understandably upset at the general turn of events. "Well, at least until Medical okays it, anyway." There was, after all, no telling what kind of residue those machines might have left on them.

"You know, where I came from, they never bothered branding any of us. It was easy enough to tell we weren't human without it."

It was all glowy, too. Might as well paint a giant bull's eye on his forehead for snipers. Ugh.

Re: Newbie Briefing

[identity profile] stupidnecklace.livejournal.com 2011-06-26 06:57 am (UTC)(link)
Tana tapped her fingers irritably on her arm as she filed in behind Jalith and The Doctor. Her training was better for spinning PR, to be perfectly frank, but that hadn't stopped her from volunteering.

Even if there was no way to currently salvage anything as far as negotiations went (Captain Kennedy was going to need a boatload of aspirin, no doubt about it).

[identity profile] carrieswar.livejournal.com 2011-06-26 06:58 am (UTC)(link)
"What, are these things gonna turn out to be some kind of surprise self-detonators?" he quipped back in response.

And then a pause, and a twist-up of his features.

"--Actually, you know, I wouldn't be entirely surprised." And then Jr. made one final motion to try to smooth as much of his hair down over the brand in an attempt to at least somewhat hide it before dropping his hand onto the table. His hand was noticeable, yes, but it still wasn't as in-your-face as one ... on his face.

"People like to feel like they have power," he added after a moment of silence. "And part of feeling that way includes owning things, making them in a way that lets everybody know you're theirs."
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Re: Clone Checkup

[personal profile] iselldrugstothecommunity 2011-06-26 06:59 am (UTC)(link)
"Hey."

He's glad to see Zouichi's back. He's less glad to see that Zouichi looks angry, withdrawn and uncomfortable. Not that Zou isn't usually reserved, but never like this.

He's not quite sure what to say. 'Did it hurt'? Who cares? Even if it felt like massage therapy it must have still been humiliating.

"I just need to make sure you're okay. Physically."

Zou can decide for himself if he's okay in other matters.

[identity profile] futureisclear.livejournal.com 2011-06-26 07:03 am (UTC)(link)
"Are you well?"

Perhaps not the best question, but one of the few that seemed appropriate.

"This is hardly the reception I expected for diplomatic envoys."
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[identity profile] zouichi.livejournal.com 2011-06-26 07:07 am (UTC)(link)
Zouichi gives Jr. a small, dry smile in return. "Yeah. Probably best not to tempt fate." He hadn't really bothered trying to cover the brand; his bangs usually covered his forehead anyway. But he could feel it, which was the real problem.

"Is that what that mark on your hand's about? Someone wanting to own you?" Zouichi's never asked Jr. about the 666 mark before -- it hadn't been any of his business, and Jr. himself had never brought it up in conversation.
ext_988045: (Zouichi: :()

[identity profile] zouichi.livejournal.com 2011-06-26 07:11 am (UTC)(link)
Zouichi looked up, reholstering his gun at his side. "Spectacular. I start every morning hoping someone's going to hold me down and stamp a price sticker on my forehead."

Then he stopped himself. "...Sorry. I guess the answer is no."

[identity profile] thunder-ace.livejournal.com 2011-06-26 07:20 am (UTC)(link)
Lex thought Fate was going to be calm and obedient? Yeah, fat chance of that. Normally it took a lot to get her truly riled up... of course, this sure counted as 'a lot'. Her anger was less obvious than the others, but oh, it was there. There was a spark in her red eyes, something that changed the warmth in that unnatural color into something a tad scarier.

She was angry, humiliated, and so completely horrified. She'd seen many cloning facilities, some more advanced than others. It was something unavoidable in her line of work, and it never failed to upset her each time she took a case involving them. So to see something so large-scale like that... there was still some lingering shock she couldn't shake off.

And of course, this all brought up those issues again. Issues that she had long since buried before being brought onto this ship. Issues that had been dug up during the incident with Molly, back when she was just "Mei-Xing's clone". She needed to get off this planet as quickly as possible, or else all those horrible thoughts and emotions will threaten to overwhelm her.
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Re: General Mingling

[personal profile] hi_there_aliens 2011-06-26 07:20 am (UTC)(link)
The negotiations could have been... better. of course, a lot of this could've gone better.

'Better' would include not finding out that Galilean lifestyle depended on bred-for-slavery labor. 'Better' would include not having the Galileans ignore their ways and trample all over the team's rights. According to the Councillor, clones were property, like having a car. No feelings, no worries, just a use they were all entitled to because they made life. That was bad enough. It got even better that it felt underhanded, and they'd just acted without even consulting them or warning them ahead of time. Daniel resisted the urge to pace. He tried to keep himself neutral, look at this from the anthropologist point of view. It wasn't like there weren't caste systems all over the galaxy, all over Earth at some point. China, Yi society, had divided into classes, with the Ajia and Xiaxi being slaves. Or the Baekjeong. Not quite the same, they weren't artificially created, but Daniel was thinking it didn't make a difference. Still living, sentient beings being oppressed for the benefit of a few. Maybe the big difference was that they were molded from birth. Didn't even have a fighting chance.

All you had to do was look at the Goa'uld and the Jaffa.

So much for cultural relativism and objectivity. Maybe he needed to cool off somewhere.

On top of that, they had negotiators practically offering up military service as if Stacy's crew had to apologize for the Galilean actions. It didn't make any sense. Why would they do that? The Galileans had been the one who'd committed an offense, if you could call branding their people a simple slip up, and the burden was on them to apologize for completely disrespecting their visitors' ways. After all, the Galileans had reached out to them after all. Jumping to offer them anything at this junction was a mistake. A big one.

Daniel glanced at the offered food and found that, no, he still wasn't hungry. Hard to when guilt was eating at you already. The food was probably made by people that, according to the Galileans, weren't considered sentient beings. Just a tool like any other. This entire hotel, for that matter, the beds they slept probably all came from clone labor. Daniel's stomach flipped a little, and this time it wasn't due to the air shuttle.

Find Dick, see about checking out the processing plants or that computer. He'd try and keep himself objective, do his job. It wasn't like this was the first time he'd seen something that massively conflicted with his own beliefs.
Edited 2011-06-26 07:22 (UTC)

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