Un-Official Spacefleet RP

[zarikrahia]

'Who knows? Keep your hair on, Clint, Amnei didn't mean to offend.' Zari moved Dretne away from Clint with one foot, staring blankly at the door.

((I'll probably be away over the promotion! DX Tomorrow I'm heading off on holiday for 10 days. Shtink! DX DX DX))

[Fraze]

((Eeew, sorry Zari. Want one of us to take over for you?))

[Kengplant]

Keng came bursting into the room and skidded to a halt. Or at least she'd tried to skid. She wasn't used to the good grips of her new boots and wound up just plain halting, then stumbling a little in surprise at the sudden and instant cease to her motion.

"Sorry I'm late." she said once she'd regained her composure.

((I figured we'd get strife to do them, or at least god mode him doing them, or make up some random high ranking person. Oh! I got it! Cyclops can do them! (we're not getting big enough promotions I don;t think for the chief himself to pin the tailsbadges on the donkeys new guys himself.))

[Tirilia]

Strolling down the halls -though sliding along on her shoulder for support on most of them- she tries to remember where she is and most importantly, the way to the ladies room.

If anyone was watching her, it would look something like a monster wandering aimlessly along. Why a monster? Because Zarah usually has to focus pretty hard on maintaining one shape, shes not aware that she's doing it, but her form is a constant ripple of other 'parts'.. bits of machinery, scraps of randomly colored fur, different skin tones, patchworks of clothing, lengths and shapes of weird hairstyles, and occasionally entire body parts of another species, keep shifting on and off her.

"All Spacefleet Personnel is to report to C Deck for Ceremony. Repeat; All Spacefleet Personnel is to report to C Deck for Ceremony. Doors Close at 9PM Sharp, failure to report before 8:55, will result in inquiry." The slightly alien voice booms over the loudspeakers.

C Deck, So thats where everyone is! Okay! C Deck... She turns this way and that, occasionally leaving a body part still facing the opposite way C.. Deck... I.... Dont know where that is She scratches her head, causing one ear to slip to the side of her head.

Any minute now she's going to make a joke about pulling herself together.

"Ummm" she shrugs and her survival training kicks in. When in doubt, run in a random direction and hope.

[zarikrahia]

((I'll just hang around. Feel free to godmode if Necessary. I'll let you know, tomorrow when I sign off, yes?))

[Fraze]

"Welcome, Keng!" called Fraze. He had expected Keng to come sliding into him and had braced himself accordingly--but was as surprised as she was that she didn't. "So, looks like we're all here. This might be fun."

[zarikrahia]

'Hey, Keng!' Nah, yer not late. More like We're early.' The intercom blared and Zari turned three shades paler. 'Oh, Jhioan. All personnel?'

[Amneiger]

"If they're bringing everyone, what are they promoting us to? Generals?"


X looked up from his pillow. He'd been told that it would take a day or so for a new ship to arrive. Louii had offered to let X use his garage to re-modify his shuttle, but X still was going to spend a day wandering around with nothing to do.

Well, nothing to do except sleep through this ceremony. Those were worse than boring, unless he was the one getting a reward. He stiffly got up and began putting on clothes.

[Bacon]

"Better be." Clint mumbled, although he really doubted it.

[Kengplant]

"Ok, even for a General's promotion I doubt they would call ALL personnel. There must be more to this. Maybe they need to make an announcement along with the ceremony. And even THEN they wouldn't be able to call all personnel. We're a freakin military base. We can't all just get up and go for coffee at once. Someone might infiltrate the place and steal our latest plans or the prototype of the weapon we have in development that's ridiculously too powerful and we decided to not put into mass productions then sealed in a vault in a top security section instead of doing the smart thing and dismantling it. Then again they dismantled the Avro Arrow for similar reasons and I still think that was a silly thing to do. Especially destroying all the plans afterwards." rambled away Keng. Had she kept going she'd have probably gotten more and more off topic and finished off with something to do with a movie or a "that one time on the Weewoo when someone got drunk..." story.

[Fraze]

((Keng, I'd have thought that just about every story on the Weewoo starts with someone getting drunk.))

"Hey, maybe they're going to put us on another suicide mission? I mean, most of you have already been on two so far, I've been on one. Why stop now?" Cracking a grin that gradually grew larger, he added, "Someday, one of these suicide missions is bound to live up to its name."

"Anyway," he continued, his grin fading. "Maybe there really is something they want to discuss with us?"

[Bacon]

"Well... thank you for that, Captian Morbid." Clint grimaced at Fraze.

[Fraze]

"Happy to oblige," Fraze answered, returning sarcasm with sarcasm.

((Are we waiting for Zari or someone else to show up/come back, or are we just waiting for someone to step forward ad do the promotions? If we're waiting for Zari, I don't mind the RP slowing down a bit. But otherwise, I'd kind of like to move this story forward a bit. Heck, if someone can tell me who gets promoted to what, I could probably pull some NPC out of the air and do them myself if no one objects.))

[Amneiger]

((I think we're waiting for somebody to do the promotions. Since this is the first promotion ceremony we've ever had, I think that you can just glance through the rankings thread and note whoever's been promoted above starting rank.

Combat: Keng is now a commando. Ethan is now a Marine. Zarah is also a Marine, but she's kind of been declared dead.

Officer: No one.

Research: Zari and I are both Professors. Ice is an Engineer, so if she shows up you can give her a promotion. ^_^

Support: Again, nobody. Where are you, support class? We need somebody to make our coffee for us in the morning D:))

((Edit: Now that I think about it, X is the only officer who's active, and he's being controlled by me. Which means that I'm all of the Spacefleet Officer's class. And I only think I'm roleplaying him correctly. D:))

[Bacon]

((I'm an officer that's active! ))

Silna rushed down the halls, growling to herself. Was she really official enough to attend? She only joined Spacefleet yesterday. Why couldn't she just sleep through the day?