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theairlock2017-07-20 01:24 pm
airlockedmods) wrote in theairlock2017-07-20 01:24 pm
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Ask Some Questions, Get Some Answers (?)
[The Stardust Nebula is a large cloud, sprawling pink and purple across the dark void of space as you approach. There are no planets here, not even a planetoid, but that hardly means it’s devoid of life. Kip will easily be able to navigate to the place in question, a small collection of interconnected spaceports orbiting near the edge of one of the nebula’s hazy, rose-tinted tendrils. Floating signs hooked to these advertise “AIRLOCKED! Q&A”, with arrows leading towards what appears to be a convention center. A dome encloses the area, much like the one around the Fantasy Sweet, but there does not appear to be any kind of security restrictions on the port; it will open as soon as any ship pulls up to it.
Inside, there aren’t too many inconspicuous places to park your weird flotilla of offensively-shaped ships. You may just have to settle for the back of the docks, behind a large news van or something like that, and consider not sticking around the entire time. Getting inside was a quick process, so you shouldn’t have any trouble doing it again, especially with a military navigator staying with the ship. A line has already formed in front of the entrance, at least partially due to the scanners flanking the door. A large weirdly baby-faced alien in some type of uniform is standing there, apparently manning the machine, checking peoples’ belongings, and generally directing them. There’s an unfamiliar symbol on their uniform, clearly not the InterGal 7 logo. Despite being alone, they seem to be handling the line fairly efficiently - even if they occasionally appear to intentionally loom over some of the smaller aliens attempting to enter. There are a few cosplayers among the crowd, of course, but this time the majority are in plainclothes.
Some people are skipping this line and walking around to the back of the building. They’re all wearing or carrying badges, which do have the InterGal 7 logo on them.
For the moment, no one seems to have taken notice of your arrival.]
Inside, there aren’t too many inconspicuous places to park your weird flotilla of offensively-shaped ships. You may just have to settle for the back of the docks, behind a large news van or something like that, and consider not sticking around the entire time. Getting inside was a quick process, so you shouldn’t have any trouble doing it again, especially with a military navigator staying with the ship. A line has already formed in front of the entrance, at least partially due to the scanners flanking the door. A large weirdly baby-faced alien in some type of uniform is standing there, apparently manning the machine, checking peoples’ belongings, and generally directing them. There’s an unfamiliar symbol on their uniform, clearly not the InterGal 7 logo. Despite being alone, they seem to be handling the line fairly efficiently - even if they occasionally appear to intentionally loom over some of the smaller aliens attempting to enter. There are a few cosplayers among the crowd, of course, but this time the majority are in plainclothes.
Some people are skipping this line and walking around to the back of the building. They’re all wearing or carrying badges, which do have the InterGal 7 logo on them.
For the moment, no one seems to have taken notice of your arrival.]
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[He nods towards the door they just came through.]
He let me know exactly how much you care about real people. I'm not going to listen to any more of this. Try telling him.
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As this happens, Yl'lb turns and flees. Nice attempt at mugging a senior citizen, though?]
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[He sure does not get the rest of his little 'but I'm a Real Boy too :(' speech out before he gets fucking rammed by a mack truck into a wall, what the fuck.]
YOU SCRAWNY MOTHERFUCKER I AM TRYING TO HELP! [Yes, Church, that's what you should use whatever breath you've got left in you to shout.]
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Technically no, because Salarians only have two fingers. But you can sense the spirit of the gesture.]
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It's not until he's done so that he finally speaks.]
Security!
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[I mean he's probably hurt himself fighting Boltimus Prime more than anything, but once he's dragged, kicking and screaming pretty literally, well, he's not gonna stop struggling, but he's done with the actual hitting a fucking mack truck with his squishy human fleshbones.]
Whatever you do, don't try and form a robot army and have a robot uprising, it never ends well, trust me, I saw it happen, didn't work out for my fellow robot-kind! Shouldn't you be out there pretending to be a dead guy?! I didn't even watch your season, all I want is my friend, but fucking Professor fucko Frankenstein had to go and build a playplace of fake boys and girls, didn't he, you fucking sick bastards--
[If there's one thing the Doctor can do, it's talk. If there's one thing that Church can do, it's at least make noise with his mouth hole until everyone around him hates their lives.]
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