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After Vfraar asked his request there was a quiet buzzing noise that erupted from the door, just loud enough to hear. The Intercom turned on an Zeredare got on the line.
"What do you need me for? I am quite busy right now.
"What do you need me for? I am quite busy right now.
Looks like everyone has posted there opening with the expectation of lalala(going to start calling them Dave in moment because I hate typing that), and it looks like we are on a good start.
If 'Dave' doesn't post is opening by tomorrow I shall be handing his spot off to Xero.
If 'Dave' doesn't post is opening by tomorrow I shall be handing his spot off to Xero.
Isaac stepped out of the shower and got dressed. He chose his medic fatigues instead of an outright uniform. The clothes themselves were basic: simply a white lab coat and casual clothes beneath. There was an arm band with a large red cross on his right arm, and his ID card hung from his neck. After re-attaching his medic wrist guards he left the room.
Soon he was in the resturant part of the ship. He quickly grabbed a bowl of pasta and sat down to eat at one of the tables. "You know sir," Smith preceeded to tell him "Eat such un healthy foods is not good for you"
"Give it a rest Smith" Isaac replied as he took another bite.
Soon he was in the resturant part of the ship. He quickly grabbed a bowl of pasta and sat down to eat at one of the tables. "You know sir," Smith preceeded to tell him "Eat such un healthy foods is not good for you"
"Give it a rest Smith" Isaac replied as he took another bite.
Exictednuke said:
Sorry, seems I've caused some confusion. Vfraar was in his office, as I assumed the Captain's office would be called the Captain's Office. I probably should have specified Combat Commander(lets just say CC), rather than just Commander. My fault.
Vfraar called from his office to the bridge, to see if the Captain was available to go through the "safety procedures" involved with giving the CC access to the ship's security systems (so that during a battle on board Vfraar can see what's going on everywhere, and better command the troops). That's what the "requesting full system connection, by SSV Regulation 994" was about. If the Captain was available, he would then walk to the bridge and go through those steps to gain access, as well as meet the Captain. Along the way he would meet Regrel and get that encounter cleared up.
Perhaps we can just pretend that conversation took place over intercom? <
Vfraar called from his office to the bridge, to see if the Captain was available to go through the "safety procedures" involved with giving the CC access to the ship's security systems (so that during a battle on board Vfraar can see what's going on everywhere, and better command the troops). That's what the "requesting full system connection, by SSV Regulation 994" was about. If the Captain was available, he would then walk to the bridge and go through those steps to gain access, as well as meet the Captain. Along the way he would meet Regrel and get that encounter cleared up.
Perhaps we can just pretend that conversation took place over intercom? <
After a fairly entertaining session of video-gaming, he decided to sit down on the bed and wait for the Captain. After 20 minutes or so he decicded to visit the Library. He wanted to catch up on the happenings of English since his abscene. He changed into his "normal" clothes ( that still showed his rank of being a Sentinel ), locked the door to his room and marched to the library.
" AI Mack, wake up " he commanded.
" AI up sir!" he boomed
" Not so loud Mack, you'll defean me"
"Sorry sir"
" Co-ordinates for the Library Mack"
" Right away sir!"
"Thanks"
In a matter of seconds, Nouw was in the Library and reading away.
" AI Mack, wake up " he commanded.
" AI up sir!" he boomed
" Not so loud Mack, you'll defean me"
"Sorry sir"
" Co-ordinates for the Library Mack"
" Right away sir!"
"Thanks"
In a matter of seconds, Nouw was in the Library and reading away.
Exictednuke said:
Sorry bout' that. Hopefully I'll learn to be more clear about things
"As you know, Captain, it's standard procedure for the CC to gain access to the security systems of the ship." Vfraar began in a calm, unassuming voice. Zeredare seemed a bit perturbed, obviously he was busy. "And I assume you also know that I have to come see you personally, to go through the safety procedures required for me to gain access to those systems. I'd like to get that done ahead of time, both to start getting familiar with the ship and to avoid having to do it in the middle of official meetings and scheduled briefings."
He looked up sharply as the door vibrator sounded and the little screen to his left switched on, showing Regrel and the aid standing outside the door. Vfraar reached over and hit a green light on his desk, opening the door. As Regrel walked in, he motioned for the Demolition Expert to sit in the chair opposite his desk. "Just a moment, Regrel." he said with a smile at his old friend, as he switched the intercom transmission into his earpiece. "When will you be available, Captain?"
"I'm all to aware of standard procedure, It's also standard procedure to make sure that you look the blast doors before taking off. There is no need for you give me lessons on what is obvious, commander." Zeredare replied into his speaker. "And I will be available in about ten minutes, I'm just sorting out some transcripts and papers."
"Very well, Captain. I'll be there shortly." Vfraar said pleasently, before ending the transmission. Obviously this captain was more competent, or maybe just more headstrong, than others Vfraar had served under. He felt that in making sure to explain things clearly, he had gotten off to a bad start with with Zeredare, but trying to justify his words to the man would have only made things worse, and simply cancelling the meeting would make him sem weak, which was not what he intended to portray. Oh well, it was a minor slip up, a careless assumption that he would not make twice.
With a sigh, he turned to the short, hairy little DE who had just come in, and smiled warmly. "Alright, Regrel old friend, I assume you've come to ask why you have to give the new demo-men a prep talk."
With a sigh, he turned to the short, hairy little DE who had just come in, and smiled warmly. "Alright, Regrel old friend, I assume you've come to ask why you have to give the new demo-men a prep talk."
As the scaly hand offered it Regrel took the seat with something approaching politeness. The Grel aid stood at his arm, unsure of what to do.
As the Talonisk babbled to the Captain Regrel took a moment to observe his old comrade in arms. It had been several months since he'd seen him last him and, though it was never easy to tell with Talonisks, Vfraar seemed to have aged considerably. The strain of the sentinel life style had taken it's tole. He wondered if it had for him too.
[i/]Well, yes, of coarse it has[/i] he thought darkly, staring down at falsely fleshy arm where beneath he knew nothing but cold steel and electronics lay.
Pulling himself away from dark thoughts Regrel waited with uncharacteristic patience for Vfraar to finish. Finally Vfraar ended his little chat and turned to him.
"Alright, Regrel old friend, I assume you've come to ask why you have to give the new demo-men a prep talk."
"I have," He said shortly "How competent are these men? Do they really need a little talk from me to blow mutants to hell?"
As the Talonisk babbled to the Captain Regrel took a moment to observe his old comrade in arms. It had been several months since he'd seen him last him and, though it was never easy to tell with Talonisks, Vfraar seemed to have aged considerably. The strain of the sentinel life style had taken it's tole. He wondered if it had for him too.
[i/]Well, yes, of coarse it has[/i] he thought darkly, staring down at falsely fleshy arm where beneath he knew nothing but cold steel and electronics lay.
Pulling himself away from dark thoughts Regrel waited with uncharacteristic patience for Vfraar to finish. Finally Vfraar ended his little chat and turned to him.
"Alright, Regrel old friend, I assume you've come to ask why you have to give the new demo-men a prep talk."
"I have," He said shortly "How competent are these men? Do they really need a little talk from me to blow mutants to hell?"
Vfraar smiled at Regrel's blunt and to the point retort. Not even a pleasant hello for an old friend. After several months of not seeing each other, the roughneck Grel still went straight to business, especially when it was business he didn't want to do. It reminded Vfraar of the good old days.
"Well, I won't lie to you Regrel, some of these guy's ears are still a little wet." He made a motion with his hand, and a chart listing all the demo-men and their profiles floated across the holo-desk to Regrel. As the DE sifted through it, Vfraar continued. "I'm not sure why so many new recruits were sent with us, but that's not my job. I don't pick em', I just beat them into shape, and these ones could use a beating." He reached over and tapped one of the listed names, bringing up the man's profile in greater detail. "This one, Gronnigen. See that there? He got an A level license in every explosive sub-class except Directional Concussion charges. Left that one at a C level. Why? Cause the students don't think they need that skill, and it's not A-level required. Half the newbie demomen on this ship don't have more than B-class in DC charges."
He leaned back, crossing his arms. "Now, I know I don't need to lecture you on this. You were there for Tyvinhow. What you need to do is make sure those guys know the importance of not underestimating the blowback, and not failing to make sure there's enough space when they plant one in a ship. A blown bulkhead in the wrong spot can cause some real problems."
Vfraar glanced at the time, then stood up, shutting off the holodesk. "I need to get going, got a meeting with the Captain. You have any questions?" He grinned down at the Grel as they both exited his office. "I know how much you love to talk."
"Well, I won't lie to you Regrel, some of these guy's ears are still a little wet." He made a motion with his hand, and a chart listing all the demo-men and their profiles floated across the holo-desk to Regrel. As the DE sifted through it, Vfraar continued. "I'm not sure why so many new recruits were sent with us, but that's not my job. I don't pick em', I just beat them into shape, and these ones could use a beating." He reached over and tapped one of the listed names, bringing up the man's profile in greater detail. "This one, Gronnigen. See that there? He got an A level license in every explosive sub-class except Directional Concussion charges. Left that one at a C level. Why? Cause the students don't think they need that skill, and it's not A-level required. Half the newbie demomen on this ship don't have more than B-class in DC charges."
He leaned back, crossing his arms. "Now, I know I don't need to lecture you on this. You were there for Tyvinhow. What you need to do is make sure those guys know the importance of not underestimating the blowback, and not failing to make sure there's enough space when they plant one in a ship. A blown bulkhead in the wrong spot can cause some real problems."
Vfraar glanced at the time, then stood up, shutting off the holodesk. "I need to get going, got a meeting with the Captain. You have any questions?" He grinned down at the Grel as they both exited his office. "I know how much you love to talk."
Regrel glowered, his nose wrinkled. He'd been wrong. Vfraar hadn't changed one bit.
The lizard isn't a complete moron, I give him that.
"One," He mustered, ignoring the jab as they headed up the corridor, the now slightly flustered hairy assistant trailing behind them. "What do you know of this Captain? Is he at least competent?"
The lizard isn't a complete moron, I give him that.
"One," He mustered, ignoring the jab as they headed up the corridor, the now slightly flustered hairy assistant trailing behind them. "What do you know of this Captain? Is he at least competent?"
After placing his food behind his furniture barricade, Aza walked over to one of the communicators, opening a communication line to one of the service members
"Hello? This is...uhhh Sentianl Aza of the Nazar Sniper Corps and I was just wondering what else there was to do on this ship besides eat and walk around because on some of the Nazar ships we had these rooms that simulated the gravity of different planets so I was curious as to whether or not this ship was equipped with similar devices and they greatly improved my efficiency in the field if I could test out the gravity of the planet before I got there because I grew up on a low gravity planet so it might...Is anyone there?"
"Uhhh...I'm not sure could you hold on a second?"
"Hello? This is...uhhh Sentianl Aza of the Nazar Sniper Corps and I was just wondering what else there was to do on this ship besides eat and walk around because on some of the Nazar ships we had these rooms that simulated the gravity of different planets so I was curious as to whether or not this ship was equipped with similar devices and they greatly improved my efficiency in the field if I could test out the gravity of the planet before I got there because I grew up on a low gravity planet so it might...Is anyone there?"
"Uhhh...I'm not sure could you hold on a second?"
Not sure if this was mention or not but would such training areas exist on the ship?
"Well, official reports say he's competent." Vfraar said as his Air HUD system flicked on and a profile of Captain Zeredare appeared in front of his face. "Graduated top of his class..." There was a pessemistic grunt from Regrel, at which Vfraar smiled. "...independent weapons developer for a few years, and get this; Was the only survivor of the Ripple experiment." He exchanged a knowing glance with Regrel. "Fancy stuff. Oh, and the thing that got him his Sentinal membership and eventually his position as captain of the Great White; single handedly taking out a small pirate vessel, loaded with explosives which were to be illegally distributed to various terrorist forces."
The profile scrolled downwards, the list of that particular mission's statistics passing by slowly. Vfraar let out a low whistle. "Yea, I'd say he's competent."
The profile scrolled downwards, the list of that particular mission's statistics passing by slowly. Vfraar let out a low whistle. "Yea, I'd say he's competent."
Rezzea had finished her meal.
"Pizza? Is it? hmmm.. very well, thank you and goodbye"
She said to the waiter as she slipped him a bunch of cash.
[sup]Damn that tasted horrible![/sup]
Rezzea checked her gun. She noticed it had barely shifted, so she kept going towards the library.
Once in the hallway where the library entrance lay, she noticed someone walking ahead of her. He looked like a soldier.
"Perhaps one of the Sentinels?"
"Pizza? Is it? hmmm.. very well, thank you and goodbye"
She said to the waiter as she slipped him a bunch of cash.
[sup]Damn that tasted horrible![/sup]
Rezzea checked her gun. She noticed it had barely shifted, so she kept going towards the library.
Once in the hallway where the library entrance lay, she noticed someone walking ahead of her. He looked like a soldier.
"Perhaps one of the Sentinels?"
"Maybe," Regrel grunted, secretly impressed. "I'll be going, I've got buisness to attend to and I'm sure you've got yours."
Before Vfraar could give so much as a nod of the head, Regrel doubled back on himself, grabbing the aid by the uniform spinning him around, leading him back up the corridor.
"How soon can you gather up the Demomen and clear the canteen?"
"I...I don't know, they'll all up loading now, maybe thirty min-"
"Make it ten. I want them all gathered in the canteen, full uniform and ready for the prep talk. Clear?"
"Yes sir."
"Then move it."
The flustered aid hurried away. Regrel headed up the flight of stairs back up to his room. Entering his accomadation he opened his trunk and fished around inside, coming out holding his arm tending kit. Grabbing a black stray can from within he returned to his feet and headed back down to where the morons had gathered.
The canteen was almost full when Regrel arrived, the flustered aid trying to create some sort of order. Many of the those that had been enjoying their lunch where leaving with annoyed expressions on their faces.
"I told you ten," said quietly Regrel into the Grels ear making him jump. "It's been eleven minites. Have them ready in three and you might just keep your job." The little hairy man now almost on the verge of tears hurried off into the busterling crowd while Regrel stood to attention and took a long look at the idiots he'd been given. No respect for athority. No manners. Many of them where gathered in groups, many laughing, some had even bought themselves food. He saw a couple of soilders with what looked like beer in their hands.
Two minites later the hall was completely full of Demo-men, all somehow wearing their uniforms. The aid stood at Regrels shoulder panting. [i/] What does he expect? A hug? [/i] Regrel thought his eyes traveling over his adopted assistant. [i/] I suppose I'd better give him something in reward. [/i]
"Well, your not a complete waist of time." Regrel managed.
He turned his back on the defeated Grel and walked up to a one of the beer drinking humanoids, a tall tough looking human with a close shaven scalp. Regrel snatched the drink out of his hand and emptied the contents into a bin.
"Oi! What the 'ell da think ya-"
"Do you know what the penalty is for drinking on the job?" Regrel asked calmly, ignoring the blustering idiot. "No, I didn't think so. Suspention is the least you have worry about. I've seen some idiots locked up on Guzamar for 6 months."
"I ain't on no job 'et!" the man roared, standing up and towering over the Grel, who stood his ground. "Who de 'ell ya think ya are ratty?"
"Your cammanding officer," said Regrel calmly, causing the man sit down rather quickly, his face fallen in horror.
"Now, since I'm an easy sort of guy I'll only have you taking over the job of cleaning the Nazar bathrooms for the rest of the journey 'as punishment. I'll forget the little "ratty" incident. And as far as I'm concerned soilder, as long as your under my command your on the job all the time."
The noise had died down now, save for the sound of several beer cans being thrown over shoulders.
"Now that I have your attention," Regrel spoke quietly, though he knew that every man in the room had heard "I'll begin."
Regrel climbed up onto the table and stared around at the men gathered around.[i/] Dim witted, no respect [/i].
"I understand that this is the first time many of you have been on the military mission," he began, in the same calm quiet tone. "I also understand that many of you didn't achieve the A grades I'd expect. But I'm not hear to talk about grades. I'm here to talk about what happens to Demomen who are reckless, who don't pay attention."
Regrel rolled up the sleeve of his left arm, took the spray can from his belt and began to spray it's surface. The skin and hair began to melt away. He heard several people gasp, some even get up from their seats. He kept going. It didn't hurt. Once the he'd sprayed his entire palm and arm up to the elbow Regrel raised it so it could be seen from the back. The palm of his hand was made of a silvery metal, the pipes and cylinders that replacated his arm muscles shown to all.
"This is the best case scenario for thoughs who don't keep their mind on the job," Regrel explained in his calm monotone. "I was lucky to be up for the Sentinel program. Many of you shall not. In fact, if I don't get you up to scratch, none of you will." He lowered his arm, casting his gaze around the room. "This is not a game. This is not about big guns and explosives. This is about keeping the Federation, yourself and your comrades alive. I want peticular attention payed to detonation distanced. Everyone in this room must read the fine print on each of their explosives, then double that blow back distance. I don't want any chances taken. I also want everyone to find a map of the ship and mark out areas where explosives should not be used. One wrongly placed explosive on this vestle and we're all blown to hell."
Regrel paused for affect. "You men are handling some of the most deadly devices upon this ship. You can not stand to be stupid. You can not stand to be sloppy. If you are, I'll come down on you faster than a Magagetuon in hunting season. Dismissed."
Before Vfraar could give so much as a nod of the head, Regrel doubled back on himself, grabbing the aid by the uniform spinning him around, leading him back up the corridor.
"How soon can you gather up the Demomen and clear the canteen?"
"I...I don't know, they'll all up loading now, maybe thirty min-"
"Make it ten. I want them all gathered in the canteen, full uniform and ready for the prep talk. Clear?"
"Yes sir."
"Then move it."
The flustered aid hurried away. Regrel headed up the flight of stairs back up to his room. Entering his accomadation he opened his trunk and fished around inside, coming out holding his arm tending kit. Grabbing a black stray can from within he returned to his feet and headed back down to where the morons had gathered.
The canteen was almost full when Regrel arrived, the flustered aid trying to create some sort of order. Many of the those that had been enjoying their lunch where leaving with annoyed expressions on their faces.
"I told you ten," said quietly Regrel into the Grels ear making him jump. "It's been eleven minites. Have them ready in three and you might just keep your job." The little hairy man now almost on the verge of tears hurried off into the busterling crowd while Regrel stood to attention and took a long look at the idiots he'd been given. No respect for athority. No manners. Many of them where gathered in groups, many laughing, some had even bought themselves food. He saw a couple of soilders with what looked like beer in their hands.
Two minites later the hall was completely full of Demo-men, all somehow wearing their uniforms. The aid stood at Regrels shoulder panting. [i/] What does he expect? A hug? [/i] Regrel thought his eyes traveling over his adopted assistant. [i/] I suppose I'd better give him something in reward. [/i]
"Well, your not a complete waist of time." Regrel managed.
He turned his back on the defeated Grel and walked up to a one of the beer drinking humanoids, a tall tough looking human with a close shaven scalp. Regrel snatched the drink out of his hand and emptied the contents into a bin.
"Oi! What the 'ell da think ya-"
"Do you know what the penalty is for drinking on the job?" Regrel asked calmly, ignoring the blustering idiot. "No, I didn't think so. Suspention is the least you have worry about. I've seen some idiots locked up on Guzamar for 6 months."
"I ain't on no job 'et!" the man roared, standing up and towering over the Grel, who stood his ground. "Who de 'ell ya think ya are ratty?"
"Your cammanding officer," said Regrel calmly, causing the man sit down rather quickly, his face fallen in horror.
"Now, since I'm an easy sort of guy I'll only have you taking over the job of cleaning the Nazar bathrooms for the rest of the journey 'as punishment. I'll forget the little "ratty" incident. And as far as I'm concerned soilder, as long as your under my command your on the job all the time."
The noise had died down now, save for the sound of several beer cans being thrown over shoulders.
"Now that I have your attention," Regrel spoke quietly, though he knew that every man in the room had heard "I'll begin."
Regrel climbed up onto the table and stared around at the men gathered around.[i/] Dim witted, no respect [/i].
"I understand that this is the first time many of you have been on the military mission," he began, in the same calm quiet tone. "I also understand that many of you didn't achieve the A grades I'd expect. But I'm not hear to talk about grades. I'm here to talk about what happens to Demomen who are reckless, who don't pay attention."
Regrel rolled up the sleeve of his left arm, took the spray can from his belt and began to spray it's surface. The skin and hair began to melt away. He heard several people gasp, some even get up from their seats. He kept going. It didn't hurt. Once the he'd sprayed his entire palm and arm up to the elbow Regrel raised it so it could be seen from the back. The palm of his hand was made of a silvery metal, the pipes and cylinders that replacated his arm muscles shown to all.
"This is the best case scenario for thoughs who don't keep their mind on the job," Regrel explained in his calm monotone. "I was lucky to be up for the Sentinel program. Many of you shall not. In fact, if I don't get you up to scratch, none of you will." He lowered his arm, casting his gaze around the room. "This is not a game. This is not about big guns and explosives. This is about keeping the Federation, yourself and your comrades alive. I want peticular attention payed to detonation distanced. Everyone in this room must read the fine print on each of their explosives, then double that blow back distance. I don't want any chances taken. I also want everyone to find a map of the ship and mark out areas where explosives should not be used. One wrongly placed explosive on this vestle and we're all blown to hell."
Regrel paused for affect. "You men are handling some of the most deadly devices upon this ship. You can not stand to be stupid. You can not stand to be sloppy. If you are, I'll come down on you faster than a Magagetuon in hunting season. Dismissed."