[ With arms crossed in front of their chest, they arrive at the meeting location listed in the appointment (throws dart it's the lounge). They're even five minutes early, though looking stiff because they're standing among the sea of soft comforts like pillows and blankets, choosing to partake in None of that. ]
Good morning. So glad we could make this time work.
[she is already sitting in the lounge with some beverages. just basic ones, from the vending machines.]
We were told to contact you directly for any questions and concerns, right? It just seemed easier to have something scheduled, particularly if we'll be working together. Please feel free to reschedule them if the time is not convenient for you.
For today, I thought it would be most productive to have a quick chat and introduce myself.
[ They tap the crook of their forearm as they keep their arms crossed. ]
The Eudora is equipped with directed-energy weapons ranging from the size of a carriage to two two-story buildings. They're tailored to clearing out dense debris and asteroids that may find their way onto our path due to galactic storms. The calibration for the target and tracking sensors is set to handle meteor storms, but nothing faster.
I'm looking to recalibrate the sensors in the case of sentient threats. Cosmic horrors seldom show on reports, but it is better to be safe.
I've only encountered the one - it did do some psychic damage, but it blew up like anything else. Still, it's good to be prepared for whatever we might find out here.
It was called Plinth. It was found in a dying star and created by an ancient civilization to kill all life in the galaxy. A group girl guides found it and made it their champion to fight for them at the Mas Vegas battle of the brands.
[ Well, they aren't exactly approving of using a mass destruction force in a corporate battle, but they also cannot deny that they are interested in the opportunity if it ever cropped up. It is worth a power fantasy.
Scary, though. ]
To kill all life in the galaxy? Even their own civilization...?
[you don't think the Triangle Mint Plinth sponsored by Triangle Mint Cookies was a good use of the plinth?]
Apparently so. Some sort of prophesy fulfilled? I'm not sure, I just saw into its mind for like a second while it was trying to destroy me psychically.
Well, it wasn't exactly easy - getting close to that thing was impossible. But we managed to attach some powerful explosives to a drone and get it near enough to go off and took it out.
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What is the agenda for this 1-on-1?
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[she is already sitting in the lounge with some beverages. just basic ones, from the vending machines.]
We were told to contact you directly for any questions and concerns, right? It just seemed easier to have something scheduled, particularly if we'll be working together. Please feel free to reschedule them if the time is not convenient for you.
For today, I thought it would be most productive to have a quick chat and introduce myself.
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You are callsign HotBox420.
[ But she may introduce herself first in a fashion of her liking. ]
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[she did absolutely type HotBox420 into that on purpose.]
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Callisto. My position is Combat Systems Officer.
[ And... That's it. They are bad at introductions. ]
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The Eudora is equipped with directed-energy weapons ranging from the size of a carriage to two two-story buildings. They're tailored to clearing out dense debris and asteroids that may find their way onto our path due to galactic storms. The calibration for the target and tracking sensors is set to handle meteor storms, but nothing faster.
I'm looking to recalibrate the sensors in the case of sentient threats. Cosmic horrors seldom show on reports, but it is better to be safe.
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[ They're just paranoid and it leaks in the sensation soup. There is the smallest fear of higher powers. ]
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[ They must know now. ]
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Scary, though. ]
To kill all life in the galaxy? Even their own civilization...?
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Apparently so. Some sort of prophesy fulfilled? I'm not sure, I just saw into its mind for like a second while it was trying to destroy me psychically.
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And it blew up like anything else. That's the end of this story?
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[ ... ]
If we requested explosives for defense, Nut & Bolt would likely reject the proposal.