For Non-Terran, it doesn't matter if you're a human or not, they don't care. You're all Gaian in Akras's eyes, and that means that the orientation guys makes it very clear that you must not fuck with the company. Do not steal from the company, do not try to harm the company, do not even try to run away with the company's stuff. The moment you signed that papers, your literal ass is the company's now. Try to start shit and you WILL be taken out the back and shot then have your body dissected for scientific purposes. They didn't give you any uniforms, but slapped a big patch onto your existing cloths with the same emblem/icon as their own, says it's Akras's logo and you're told to keep them on you and visible at all times.
After ensuring that his childhood love will be secured as early as possible and that his birds would be taken good care of, Reserti signs his life away. He grumbled a bit at the patch being applied to his traditional clothing, but went along with it. Hey, he signed up for it!
Then it's down to the showers, where you were sprayed by the mass with both hot and cold water using high-powered sprinklers, then air-dried for several minutes with turbines in the walls. It was very scary and confusing but you were assured that it's harmless and they just wanted to 'decontaminate' you, whatever that meant.
Reserti grits his teeth while he is being pressure-washed. All this automatic magic that these... Terrans... have done was simply mind-boggling.
Afterwards each one of you were led as four long lines through a building, the inside were the whitest and brightest you've ever experienced in your life, there were more humans there in white garbs and coats, wearing masks over their mouths and noses. Once it was your turn, you were told by the human in white to stick your arm inside some sort of an opening to a contraption, it was even scarier than the showers but they were at least honest and said that this is going to hurt. But it was for your own good as this will also vaccinate you to keep you from dying over modern super-evolved diseases.
Reserti lets out a gasp of pain as
his elvish CON rolls a critical failure the machine clamped down on his arm...
The whole process only took five seconds, but boy did it hurt. Once it was done, you removed your arm from the contraption to find a new tattoo on it! They said this was to further identify you. You guess that must be right, since you've never seen such Tattoos before.
Reserti takes his arm out and holds onto the throbbing area of his arm, wishing that he had learned how to dull pain with magic.
Once done, you were moved through to the next room inside the same building, which you admit is one of the largest structure you've ever seen in your life and it's still not even the biggest one inside the new compound. Each one of you were handed what looked like a shiny metal ingot about the size of your palm, but it's far too light to be metal. Then some sort of a small rectangular box of the same size, they're both very colourful to your eyes. With the Ingot having an image of an honestly delicious-looking soup with chunky meat cubes in it and the box an image of a translucent mug of sort with golden yellowish liquid inside, if it weren't for it being surrounded by apples, you might've been alarmed. It appears to come with it's own tube of sort and the top have a small target-like circle that seems weaker than the rest of the box itself. Of course, there are some sort of letters on them but you couldn't read Terran.
After you were handed the ingot and bar, you were ushered off and separated into groups and given designations. The PC are Designated Auxiliary Gate Team 47 or AGT.0047 and are told to remember it.
And this is where they said that you'll be meeting your Terran handlers, and will be where Terran PCs have been told to wait for their Auxiliary attachment.
Everyone is now together in the same spot inside the Logistics building, your first given task is to head to your assigned squad room, learn how to cook and consume the given ingot and box, familiarize yourselves with the equipment for general living inside said room such as the microwave, fridge, showers, sink, water boiler, etc and learn the layout between your squad room, the logistics building and mission control building. The Terran PCs are assigned with teaching your new Gaian squadmates how to live like a normal Terran human being. Your rooms are expected to stay relatively clean, laundry is twice a week and trash incineration is every sunday.
Post-Adjustment briefings starts tomorrow morning, do not be late.
Marched into the room by two security guards stands a young elfling. When the door shuts behind him, he pulls out two of the small boxes from his pocket and tosses them onto the nearest table.
After managing to open the soup and put it into a bow and heating it up, Reserti hides the rubbish in the microwave while taking long slurps out of the bowl. "I am curious, Terran. What school of magic do these devices utilise? I would imagine the destruction school with a discipline in fire. I am only eighty-four years old, so forgive my childish nature and ignorance, but I am intrigued."
"Oh, I never introduced myself, how silly of me. I am Reserti Refertiti, beloved of the fair maiden Iúlwen. I left my village to seek a better life, but my travelling companions and I were ambushed twice on our way here, and I... was the only one... to survive..." Reserti looks down at the floor, seemingly ashamed of himself.
((I'd imagine it's a fairly standard-issue sidearm. The instructions are literally 'point this at what you want dead and squeeze this lever-thing. It wouldn't be too hard to learn the basics within an hour. Also, do we have our weapons with us in the dorm?))
Author
Topic: Castle: New squad and the never ending wait for the next GM post. (Read 160382 times)