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[the_array_team]

- Yeahyeah, ya got it but til then this'll do.

[The video feed kicks in and sets to record mid-message. The closer of the two men turns to the screen, fixing the camera with an irritable look.]

Any a' ya Transports planning on missions anytime soon and likes all of yer limbs attached, report t'the Pad for a rescan.

[And in this moment, Lowell, the further of the two scientists (although really, he’s an engineer specifically) interjects.]

Transporter. Just say Transporter. I don’t want everyone calling it The Pad. That’s the worst name. And you didn’t explain why either.

[Lowell takes a few steps closer, in full Explanation Mode.]

We need to recalculate each of your individual weights and density, for the Temporal Programmers. Without it, you’ll wind up being transported mid-way through a large boulder or something. So we’re not just saying this for the sake of being difficult.

[And now that he’s done, he goes back to what he was doing, completely ignoring the video feed. Vennett rolls his eyes.]

Like he says: It's an outdated piece a shit.

[And with just that, the feed snaps off.]



[For those who do report, the transport pad sits, powered down at the moment, with several of the access panels behind the platform are opened or removed entirely. Vennett sits in a folding chair in front of one of the computer displays. At his feet is a box of tools, and in hand is a strange black device. He doesn't look all that pleased to see you.

Lowell sits at a computer desk in the same room, ready to get the right calculations of the Transports as they step onto the Transport Pad. And while he isn’t really enthused at the idea of being here, he’s also a lot less miserable looking than Vennett. Maybe that makes him more approachable? Good luck.]



((OOC: NOTE: This is an intro for two of the new NPC characters. Come meet them! Handwaving having either done the scan or declined offscreen is totally fine. THIS IS NOT A MANDATORY EVENT.))

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[speakveryclearly]

[An alien teenager in a dull dress dutifully drifts into the transport room. She obediently gets into position but does have a polite question to ask.]

You know... there is one thing I didn't understand about the announcement. When you said this [piece of shit] was outdated - that implies being out of date relative to something else. What are you comparing the technology to, that of the United Earth?

[the_array_team]

S'relative to what I'm used t'workin' with. He's got t'parts all fancied out as much as he can, but... [He shrugs.]

UE shitheads aint able t'manage none of this.

[speakveryclearly]

Ah... [She tries to take in the transport room and now that he's called her attention to it the reductions relative to what she saw before her past trips are plain to see.]

Pardon me, but I forget - do they have their own analogue to our Aristeas System or is their solution to the Masked being killed just to clone more?

[the_array_team]

[The polite tone, easily the first they've encountered, does a bit towards him actually answering as well as he can.]

I sure aint any bleedin' expert, but sos far as I know it, they aint got that neither. Don't figure they'd gonna work hard on gettin' that bit anyway.

[speakveryclearly]

I guess they have less of an incentive with such limited population... Sorry, I don't know the human equivalent of "invention hatches from necessity's brood".

[Her glowing yellow eyes flick over to Lowell for confirmation she doesn't need to change position for him to work, again the rare trading card portrait of compliance.]

[the_array_team]

Necessity an' t'mother a invention.

Hatches, huh?

[mathematician]

The readings are better taken without any movement. Mouth and jaw included.

[A pointed look to Kanaya, and to Vennett as well. That's about as polite as you're getting from Lowell. But hey, he at least asked them to shut up instead of just taking the scan. So... kind of... polite?? ]

You can continue this after the scan.

[speakveryclearly]

[She gives him a brief Look in return but then very obediently shuts up for once in her undeath, freezes up like getting a space X-ray.]

[the_array_team]

Yeah, yeah, boss.

[He swivels in his chair, turning back to his work, all the same.]

[mathematician]

Three. Two. One.

[The scan commences, and no, it's not like those little blue lines that goes over someone's whole body. It's more like a vague tingling feeling, like you're near too much static energy, and then it's gone in 10 seconds.]

Done. Feel free to talk about hatching broods or whatever.