ataraxion | stop bogarting the joint (post)

[The feed clicks on to show Miles Edgeworth, James Kirk and Tyke gathered around the head of the table in the Security office. Kirk is standing between the two, Tyke leaning far back in her seat, while the rigidity of Edgeworth’s posture seems to be trying to make up enough formality for all of them.]

Good day. This is Miles Edgeworth of the Security Department, speaking to you alongside Tyke, the head of Security, and James Kirk of the Gunnery crew. What we bring before you today is the new formation of the Exploratory Team.

[Tyke cuts in, there, expression tense and harshly annoyed.]

Before any of you start getting excited over that name, we’re doing this for those of you who think two deaths and one maiming still makes the dark parts of the ship look like a fun fucking time. You might wanna ignore common sense and us, but our job is to keep you safe, which means we can’t ignore you.

[Edgeworth glances over slightly at the profanity, but doesn’t react any more than that.] There may be some among you who will want to turn off this broadcast right now; you may think that you’re already qualified to simply go out there by yourselves. However, there are a few very good reasons why you’d not wish to do that.

First: the entire purpose of this initiative is indeed to keep you alive. “Highly qualified people” have already gone out there, and they have perished, as shall you if you decide that you, a highly qualified person, can act alone. Second, going through the teams means that you’ll not only have other trained people to watch your back, but you’ll also have access to critical supplies. Food, for instance. And weaponry, from the Gunnery crew.

[Kirk bumps in here, both palms flat on the table, and when he leans toward the camera the light catches in the silver at his temple.]

We know we can’t stop any of you going out there, and we aren’t going to try. We’re offering you the option of going out in teams to let us know when and where you’re going. This is both so we can keep track of everyone and so we know the general direction to head in if you get in trouble. That, and there’s a safety in numbers. Those things hunt in packs and they’re smart. If you get ambushed, you may come out less than fortunate.

[see, Erik Lensherr]

Anyone going out should first check into Security with your group. You’ll be required to have at least one person that knows first aid and to have a weapon. As Edgeworth said, if you’re unarmed and you’re going into the ship, contact the Gunnery and we can discuss letting you borrow a firearm. If you don’t have a group, talk to us and we can form one for you.

[Tyke leans in from her seat, finally. And it’s probably a deliberate choice that she’s only wearing a tank top rather than a hoodie or her jump suit, her own encounter with the manticores clearly evident in the large bite scarred around her right shoulder.]

Gonna say again, this isn’t for everyone to get to head out there. This is us making it so anyone who is really gonna insist on it does it as safe as we can manage. You don’t have the people, we’ll get you in with some. You don’t have the skills, we’ll get you training. We don’t need more people dying if there’s shit we can be doing to prevent it.

[Edgeworth nods once.]

I’ll be handling the administrative side of this. Contact me if you want to register for being formed into a group, or if you have a pre-formed group but wish training or supplies. The smartest thing you can do, if you’re considering heading out there, is sitting down and considering whether your life truly is worth so little on-board this ship. The smartest thing you can do is consider: will people truly miss me so little that I can throw away my life by going out there?

The second-smartest thing you can do is at least go out there prepared. And that’s what we’re ensuring.

[Kirk glances to Edgeworth with that little bit of advice, but doesn’t let the curious frown come through in his expression. he looks back to the camera.]

We’ll be here to answer any questions you have.

[and he reaches forward to end the transmission]

[ooc: And thank you for your collective attention, Tranquility! Use this post to ask questions and to form groups if you’d like. Jump each other! Go wild! Meanwhile, if you’d like to have your characters sign up to join groups, hit up this ooc post here.
LOVELY MAGENTA is for Edgeworth, blue is for Tyke, gold is for Kirk.]

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I plan on going in alone, but that's because I know how to hand dark twisting ship corridors and monsters like the ones we have down there.

I would strongly advise against pretty much everyone else going solo.

[Yes Kirk that means he's going to go alone when he dives in YOU CAN'T STOP HIM FROM DOING THAT OKAY.]

Edited 2013-02-03 21:22 (UTC)

That's very impressive to hear, sir, and no doubt you take great pride in that fact.

Take someone else with you.

Edited 2013-02-03 21:23 (UTC)

Look, I know you have your reasons for wanting me to take someone with me.

I have mine for why that's a terrible idea.

Tell me: how many people are there on the engineering team?

Depends on if you're counting triple-shifters. But all things considered, not a lot.

Before you get into that, though. Know that I've done this before. With people along for the ride, and it's always, always ended badly.

[Kind of snipping at this point.]

So not enough that we can afford to have you die. Which you will. If you go alone.

If you cannot have others with you, then you should step aside and let others do it.

I'm the best damn man you got for solo explorations, Edgeworth. Unless you want to point me to another Tranquility member who's had to crawl through ships and space stations teeming with monsters like these even before they got here.

If I take someone with me. Something's going to happen. And they're going to die. And I'm not going to be able to prevent it.

Then perhaps I might call upon you to train others.

If you don't take someone with you + something happens, no one is going to know jack shit about it.

I have a pretty uncanny knack for coming back alive, even in the worst.

Everyone dies sometime.

Those 'things,' [ A curt cough from hello, the younger Winchester. ] have any of them been actually killed? Brought back, even?

[ And we all know where Sam's attention is really going—the tattoo on Tyke of the no-no demon go away variety. An anti-possession tattoo. His question is left to float, but his eyes are settled on the place of interest.

He's going to be brief and gesture at that spot. Not exactly the sort of look you give to another member of the club, but 'why?' Why does she have that? ]

Not to these things, they don't.

Tell me, sir: death is not the only ill fate which has been faced down there. The ship has driven men mad; do you have some uncanny knack for coming back sane?

[There's a pause, before a slightly less terse reply.]

I can teach them some of us, but... you can't. Train. People like me.

...Meaning what, exactly?

Yeah, I do.

I'm already crazy.

[Spoilers.]

Right. [Snippily; he naturally assumes that Isaac is being facetious.] In that case, we cannot rely on what you say, and what information you provide will be of no use.

[Edgeworth you really have no idea what you're getting into.]

Yes, because I've clearly been completely without my mental functions.

If I explained it to you, would you listen?

I'm listening now, am I not?

Meaning that the kind of skills I've got are the kind you can only get by throwing someone into the deep end feet first.

[ Daylen hates these things.

Daylen hates these things, things that are beyond his comprehension, but they are a good source of information and many seem to commonly communicate using them in stead of sending a note or seeing them in person. He supposes it is the local equivalent, in that sense.

He would much rather be writing an actual letter or speaking in person.

Still, one does what one can. Adapt to the local environment to survive. He'd been thinking about doing this anyway, and there's no time like the present. ]

Do those within the security department proper have the chance to be included within exploratory groups?

I wish to offer my services, and am happy to give references from others within the ship alongside a history of my capabilities, however I would also greatly wish to support any teams who head deeper into this place to understand its secrets.

If that would be considered a conflict in some way, or pull me too far from prospective duties, I can understand.

Well. Other skills can substitute. So you agree to act as trainer, then?

I'll say this one more time, Edgeworth. I'm already crazy.

I told you I have experience with this. With the kind of shit this situation brings. I meant it. I've had information from an alien artifact shoved into my head. I've hallucinated my dead girlfriend. I can hear voices half the time, if it gets quiet enough. These monsters? There a lot like these things called Necromorphs, back home. They're tough, they kill you, and then you become one of them, spitting acid or growing blades from your bones or fusing to a wall and screaming while you launch pus-filled explosive sacs at everything that walks by. All the while the oppressiveness of death all around you, of people who have gone mad, or just died to these monsters. All the while a giant red sculpture is blasting information on how to make more of itself directly into your brain.

I can still feel it, hear it, even though I've been on this hellhole a year, but I'm able to keep quiet about it because I know I've gone batty up there. But I survived. I survived and I fought back against those things.

And I don't think anyone else has that kind of circumstance behind them to put that on their survival skills resume.

That's what I mean when I say you can't -teach- people to be like me. They can pick up the skills, they can know what to do, but when push comes to shove, getting thrown into that situation changes you in a way nothing else can.

Sure, for what it's worth.

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