trans_9 | Meet and Greet

The rest of the crew assembled on the Observation Deck to meet the latest editions to their numbers.

Several people are set up near the doors to provide the new people with omnicomms and comm rings. They are also told they must read information about their current situation and a survival guide with their new omnicomm. New crewmates might see a tall dragonish guy with wings (but don't call him that), a large afro attached to a smaller girl, and talking ponies 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. But thankfully this time, there's a system that was set up to aid the new crew members with a few more experienced ones.

[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. Big brother/sister, there will be a thread for you as well!]

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"The ship stops on planets every so often. Sometimes it's for a mission, sometimes it's just for shore leave -- everyone gets off and just relaxes a bit. These guys... were planning not to come back. Luckily, the ship intervened before they could get really hammered down for what they did."

Morgan noted that change, that shift, and mentally cataloged it as one more thing he needed to work on over time. It was, after all, his private mission to save everyone, or at least as many people could be saved.

Elle is quiet for a moment.

"If someone decides they don't want to fight... They shouldn't be forced to. If they decide they want to live a peaceful life somewhere and find somewhere they'd like to..." Her brow knits, her mouth scowls, her hands tighten grips on the teddy bear and Omnicomm they're holding. "No one has the right to deny someone that freedom."

She lifts her chin. "What did the Daligig say when others spoke up for the so-called deserters?" She assumes that at least someone would've spoken up.

"If the difference between victory, and the death of all existence, was whether or not that one person fought, would you really let them go in peace, and tell your friends, your loved ones, and billions of people counting on you that sorry, they all have to die because of a moral qualm?" He lifted his hands, palms out. "Don't get me wrong, I agree with you, honestly. But I can see where they're coming from even if I disagree with them."

His lips tightened somewhat. "That being said, their methods are harsh and crude. They have no problem stopping attackers with overwhelming force, because they have the ship on their side... more or less. It can simply manifest energy appendages and pin you down if you act up."

"How are we supposed to know something like that, though? It's not like fate is set in stone or anything." ... not that Elle knows that for sure, but she hasn't exactly been shown proof otherwise. "For all we know, by letting them leave the ship, we're saving their life, or they could be someone who ruins everything. There might be some kind of merit in thinking like that, but you could easily turn the other way with it. It's not solid enough reasoning for cutting back someone's freedom. Especially when they have such a degree of control. With that much power over the lives of others, they need to take even more care and consideration in their actions."

"Maybe. They're taking their best guess as to what needs to happen, same as we are. And they definitely don't realize -- or care -- that tyranny only breeds revolt and dissension, not subservience."

He waved a hand to clear the air; this topic had gotten entirely too serious. "But hell, I shouldn't be dumping all that on you. Well, you know it now, along with everything else that's been going on, and that's probably way too much to safely absorb in one day as it is."

But. But she still has questions.

Elle resists the urge to sigh. "I suppose." ... nextquestion. "How are we supposed to get around the ship? With more of these tube-things?"

"There are transport tubes. It's really kind of weird, because the ship basically just grabs you and moves you at really high speed, but it'll get you between the levels of the ship. Within the ship," he said, gesturing around vaguely, "there are halls, and if you're in the City, there's a monorail system. Though beyond that you have to walk. Or beg me for a ride, I have a sweet car," he added with a wink.

Well, walking really isn't that big of a deal. Have you seen the amount of land Elle has covered by foot back home? She can totally handle some walking on the ship.

... but, still, she blinks owlishly. "A working car?" she asks, bewildered.

Sorry, Morgan, she has once again missed your attempt at flirting.

"Yes," he said, wondering if he was losing his touch. Maybe he needed to take off his shirt... "My car, the one and only Ferrari Infinity. Luckily, my best friend is on this ship too, and he's also my mechanic!"

Well, Elle doesn't know what a Ferrari Infinity looks like, but it has "infinity" in the name, so it has to be cool, right?

"I'd love to see it! I've never seen a functional one before, just burnt-out husks sitting on the roads."

Oh, now THIS was more like it. "I'd love to show it to you," he said with a rakish grin. "It's dumb luck it ended up on the ship, but if I'm going to have that kind of luck, I'm going to work it."

"I hope my luck kicks in soon." She sighs. "I don't want to have to run around the ship in my armor. I know there's a clothing shop somewhere, right?"

"There is," Morgan said. He hesitated for a moment, then spread his hands rather apologetically. "It's run by a pony. She does very good work, though."

Run by... a pony. What does a pony need with clothes? Well, maybe that's why she's selling it...

"As long as I can get a good dress, I don't think I'll complain all that much."

There's a pause, and then something strikes her. ~~[Science/Repair] Wait a minute...~~

"What does your car run on? I can't imagine Stacy makes fossil fuel."

"I have a friend on board who's a whiz at synthesizing. My personal mechanic, at that." And his best friend, but Morgan wasn't gonna get THAT mushy over Stephen THAT easily.

Hmmm. Well, if it works, it works, right?

"So, when are you wanting to show off your car?"

"When's good?" he countered, ironically smiling at the notion that in this circumstance, they could still pretend to have some sort of a social life. "Seriously, though, whenever you're able to appreciate it. Now might not be the best time, but if it isn't, so long as I'm not on my Medical shift, I'm free."

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