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[ThatMossCreep]

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Terminal Log 35w76a9 - CLASSIFIED DUE TO POTENTIAL LEGAL REPERCUSSIONS OF SENSITIVE INFORMATION CONTAINED WITHIN
>password=*******
Accepted
Terminal Log 35w76a9
>shipStatus thornyBranch
Ship - active
Captain - active
>sysCheck
Weapons - ok
Shields - ok
Body Reformation - ok
Soul Recovery - UNKNOWN ERROR
Propulsion - ok
Navigation - ok
Comms - ok
>assignCrew
Systems not ready
>override=*******
Assigning Crew...
Everest - Assigned
Aithlin - Assigned
Lya Ceryl - Assigned
Kaylen - Assigned
Phyllon Lazulite - Assigned
Tangential Thing - Assigned
Thartler - Assigned
Halt Raivish - Assigned
Victoria Belicia - Assigned
Crew Assigned
>warpCrew
Warping Crew to MIT Thorny Branch...

*A flash of light fades as you find yourself standing in the cockpit of a ship, staring out into space*
*A figure stands before you, facing out of the cockpit. He is wearing a full Captain's uniform and hat. His imposing presence quickly fades as he turns around and gives you a goofy wave, revealing that his arms aren't in the uniform and he's wearing sweatpants*
Hey there! You must be my crew! Welcome to the Manned Interstellar Transporter Thorny Branch! I'm Captain Class Organic Hybrid Model 58, but I go by Cohm. I'll be your captain! I was told there would be a problem with the revival system, but you guys look skilled enough not to die before we fix it. Anyway, we don't have a mission assignment yet, so feel free to get to know each other!

 

[Esther]

Everest - Assigned
Aithlin - Assigned
Kaylen - Assigned
Phyllon - Assigned
Tangential Thing - Assigned
Thartler - Assigned
Halt Raivish - Assigned
Victoria Belicia - Assigned

(We seem to be missing someone here...)
(Yeah I noticed Lya isn't in the list)
(Also Phyllon and Lya both do have last names that can be listed)

 

[ThatMossCreep]

(We seem to be missing someone here...)
(Yeah I noticed Lya isn't in the list)
(Also Phyllon and Lya both do have last names that can be listed)

(fixed it)

 

[Green_Metagnight]

*A flash of light fades as you find yourself standing in the cockpit of a ship, staring out into space*
*A figure stands before you, facing out of the cockpit. He is wearing a full Captain's uniform and hat. His imposing presence quickly fades as he turns around and gives you a goofy wave, revealing that his arms aren't in the uniform and he's wearing sweatpants*
Hey there! You must be my crew! Welcome to the Manned Interstellar Transporter Thorny Branch! I'm Captain Class Organic Hybrid Model 58, but I go by Cohm. I'll be your captain! I was told there would be a problem with the revival system, but you guys look skilled enough not to die before we fix it. Anyway, we don't have a mission assignment yet, so feel free to get to know each other!

"A problem with the revival system? I'm not sure how or why I got here, or what that system is, but if I'm allowed and able to, can I try helping repair it?"

 

[Vella]

The journalist looks at the figure, pretty much a fish out of water in the sea of fighters or supernatural beings.
"Pretty sure I was assigned to make a piece about a recent... murder that happened in Vermilion City?"
Much of techy things she just doesn't know about, and she's just tempted to make a documentary on the ship's life.

Much less does Halt know, for he mutters something in his language.
What sort of a seaship I'm a part of... that's not the field of dragons, much less a den or arena.
He looks at... pretty much everyone, knowing that a misstep may cause him to be thrown overseas to drown. (Or in that case, explosive decompression, something much less known to him).

As for the local Terrarian?
"Hey. No problem, I mean... pretty nice place you have, Cohm. Name's Thartler. Not sure what are the others, though. Likely friends as well."
The ranger is already introducing themselves.

 

[Esther]

Kaylen is quietly inspecting her gadgets already, making sure each of them will work.

 

[ThatMossCreep]

"A problem with the revival system? I'm not sure how or why I got here, or what that system is, but if I'm allowed and able to, can I try helping repair it?"

I dunno, it's pretty complicated... Also, that reminds me. We have to assign roles. We might have to create some, but I know we need a mechanic, gunner, ambassador, medic, and a couple others.

The journalist looks at the figure, pretty much a fish out of water in the sea of fighters or supernatural beings.
"Pretty sure I was assigned to make a piece about a recent... murder that happened in Vermilion City?"
Much of techy things she just doesn't know about, and she's just tempted to make a documentary on the ship's life.

Much less does Halt know, for he mutters something in his language.
What sort of a seaship I'm a part of... that's not the field of dragons, much less a den or arena.
He looks at... pretty much everyone, knowing that a misstep may cause him to be thrown overseas to drown. (Or in that case, explosive decompression, something much less known to him).

As for the local Terrarian?
"Hey. No problem, I mean... pretty nice place you have, Cohm. Name's Thartler. Not sure what are the others, though. Likely friends as well."
The ranger is already introducing themselves.

Documentary? Guess you can be the... oh, I forgot the official name... the person who records everything in case of emergency or legal issue. Yeah. And you... don't look like you're from the right time period? When did the recruitment system get temporal clearance? And hello, Thartler. It's not really my place, I was just assigned here.

Kaylen is quietly inspecting her gadgets already, making sure each of them will work.

*Notices Kaylen* Um... Hi. Can you... tell me what those do so I can be sure you're not going to blow up the ship?

 

[Esther]

*Notices Kaylen* Um... Hi. Can you... tell me what those do so I can be sure you're not going to blow up the ship?

Kaylen looks up, nodding.
"The bracelets both act as grappling hooks in different situations, the headband is a boomerang in emergencies, and the umbrella can be used as a shield when one is needed."

 

[Green_Metagnight]

I dunno, it's pretty complicated... Also, that reminds me. We have to assign roles. We might have to create some, but I know we need a mechanic, gunner, ambassador, medic, and a couple others.

"I could probably be the mechanic; I don't have any diplomatic or medical skills, and while I am good at aiming, the job of gunner should probably go to whoever lacks any other offensive capabilities."

 

[ThatMossCreep]

Kaylen looks up, nodding.
"The bracelets both act as grappling hooks in different situations, the headband is a boomerang in emergencies, and the umbrella can be used as a shield when one is needed."

Interesting... I wonder what role you'll fill!

"I could probably be the mechanic; I don't have any diplomatic or medical skills, and while I am good at aiming, the job of gunner should probably go to whoever lacks any other offensive capabilities."

Understandable. In a bit, I'll take you down to the systems to see if you can figure out what's wrong. I've been told it's a problem with the soul recovery system.

 

[Esther]

Interesting... I wonder what role you'll fill!

"I'm not sure what role I'm best at either, to be honest."

 

[Vella]

Victoria looks at Cohm, nodding. "I guess... CCTVs do the same thing though, but I guess disaster journalist isn't taken, eh... heh...

Anyway... name's Victoria."
She then glances at the being that felt to her like an undiscovered strange Pokemon.
"No, no, no... I wouldn't do... like, gunni-"

"I'll just be your gunner then. I mean, I do have weapons on myself, but they're... not really that great." The ranger offers themselves into that position.

"Well, guess a job of like... what you mentioned it is... camera operator is it?" The journalist asks, before taking a stroll.

Meanwhile the outlaw just mutters further, taking notes of the ship.
"I know a few things about the underworld."
That's all he says.

 

[ThatMossCreep]

"I'm not sure what role I'm best at either, to be honest."

We'll figure it out!

Victoria looks at Cohm, nodding. "I guess... CCTVs do the same thing though, but I guess disaster journalist isn't taken, eh... heh...

Anyway... name's Victoria."
She then glances at the being that felt to her like an undiscovered strange Pokemon.
"No, no, no... I wouldn't do... like, gunni-"

"I'll just be your gunner then. I mean, I do have weapons on myself, but they're... not really that great." The ranger offers themselves into that position.

"Well, guess a job of like... what you mentioned it is... camera operator is it?" The journalist asks, before taking a stroll.

Meanwhile the outlaw just mutters further, taking notes of the ship.
"I know a few things about the underworld."
That's all he says.

Victoria, eh? Nice to meet you. And what do you mean, gunni?
Thanks for your offer to be the gunner. The skills actually required are good aim, a sense for predicting motions of other ships, and maybe some experience operating heavy machinery.
Underworld... Coool. I don't know anything about it, and I don't think I ever will. I am a robot.

 

[Esther]

We'll figure it out!

Kaylen nods in agreement.

 

[Vella]

"If ya' need me solve some dirty problems, you know who to send."
Halt responds.

"I suppose I can learn operating ship weapons, considering my eye already knows how to track things well." So does the silver-armored ranger.

 

[ThatMossCreep]

"If ya' need me solve some dirty problems, you know who to send."
Halt responds.

"I suppose I can learn operating ship weapons, considering my eye already knows how to track things well." So does the silver-armored ranger.

Ok then. I suppose you could be a sort of shock troop.
Great! Once we're all settled in, I'll direct you to the weaponry system and show you the ropes.

 

[Vella]

"Noted." The ranger looks at Cohm in an acknowledgment, looking at Halt.
"I suppose they're just shy-"

"Halt. That thew only name you need to know." The criminal barely knows what shock troop means, but his fighting style probably would fit the definition anyway.

 

[ThatMossCreep]

"Noted." The ranger looks at Cohm in an acknowledgment, looking at Halt.
"I suppose they're just shy-"

"Halt. That thew only name you need to know." The criminal barely knows what shock troop means, but his fighting style probably would fit the definition anyway.

Halt, eh? Good to have you.

 

[Asternove]

(Everest wakes up, black antennae slightly twitching above a light grey exoskeleton skull. Stabbing a razor-sharp arm into the ground as support, the mantis her thin legs stands up. She speaks in a feminine, regal, yet tough and deep voice.) "Where am I?"

 

[ThatMossCreep]

(Everest wakes up, black antennae slightly twitching above a light grey exoskeleton skull. Stabbing a razor-sharp arm into the ground as support, the mantis her thin legs stands up. She speaks in a feminine, regal, yet tough and deep voice.) "Where am I?"

The MIT Thorny Branch! I'm Cohm, your Captain! And you are?