Introducing the Scions

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Introducing the Scions

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After Earth - Saturday, February 08, 2020, 7:05 AM

Anomaly has transferred Beatrix.

Terran Initiative Shuttle Landing (Busy)
[Hot, cloudy, a huge ship ominously obscures the sky, afternoon]
A bird's eye view of Sector 7 is cast from the Initiative Convocation
Platform. The only part of the city denied its view is the quadrant on the
west side of the Hualing bridge which falls beneath its shadow. The
underside of the platform is a massive sprawl of plasteel supports spiraling
on a central mass held aloft by a series of repulsor engines like a top
denied its ability to spin. Massive flexiron cables droop along its
circumferance at cardinal points, held fast by facilities on the surface to
keep its steadily unmoving alignment. Landing platforms round the edge with
passenger shuttles from the spire gliding on their delivery lanes.
Public shuttles populate the area, providing travel off-world.
[ Exits: north ] [ Air exits: east ]
Richard is here. [App: 3]
Finn is here. [App: 2]
Dallas is here. [App: 3]
A male Terran with brown eyes and black hair is probably standing by the President, lookin' all tired and stuff. [F][App: 2]
A young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair is here. [App: 5]
A tough, scarred woman with ashen blonde hair is stood nearby a commanding male with salt and pepper dark hair. [App: 2]
A stern-looking seasoned male CorpSec Enforcer is here. [App: 2]
A scarred, veteran female CorpSec Enforcer is here. [App: 2]
A male combat veteran in Martian red fatigues is here. [App: 2]
A cowboy hat wearing biped combat droid is here.
A person wearing a white Guy Fawkes Mask with an uneasy grin with an over-sized, vantablack hoodie stands looking rather out-of-place in a sea of Praetorians and government officials.
A caramel skinned, cool blue eyed woman is standing at a commanding male with salt and pepper dark hair's side. [F][App: 3]
A commanding male with salt and pepper dark hair stands amongst the CorpSec detachment beside the Initiative with a cadre of Elite Praetorians in crimson armour, they're all armed and armored to the teeth. [App: 2]
An average terran man with a dark-brown ponytail is here. [App: 2]
Senator Adrastos is standing with the President, a firm look on his face. [App: 2]
An avian-featured woman in a black pantsuit is here. [App: 2]
A swarthy secretary in a maroon prince suit is here. [App: 2]
The President is present with a reception of military guard and her usual posse. [F][App: 4]

A commanding male with salt and pepper dark hair gives a bulky CorpSec 'Enforcer' riot shotgun, with boxlike choke to a tough, scarred woman with ashen blonde hair.

Dallas exits off the shuttle, a pair of long-barreled heavy .44 revolvers made from steel ready in their holsters as she walks into the area, reaching up to remove an enclosed synthweave helmet with a glowing visor

A young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair descends from the ramp of the shuttle and breathes in Earth's air for what appears to be the first time in a very long time. Her lips part afterwards and she releases that breath, her eyes closed. "Home." She says quietly to herself, perhaps even too quiet to be heard before she finally sets foot on the Initiative platform. "I always expected my return to be with a bit less.. fanfare." There's a nervous sound to her words as she wrings her hands a bit before looking between everyone currently assembled. Her attention lingers on the Fawkes mask, staring quietly before passing on to look to the sky. "To think there truly would be alien life out there, and they'd be capable of such feats."

Beatrix exits from the shuttle and then stays quite some distance back from the crowd, but despite that, she's attentive, and watching. Drawing to tip toes to give herself a little bit of extra help, eager to see what's going on across the shuttle space.

A tough, scarred woman with ashen blonde hair puts a knee-length, waterproofed coat cut from simple synthweave in a capacious cross-body bag constructed from simple material.

Energy readings from the ship in orbit are picked up by the surrounding fleet and broadcast over channels across the system as a close up visual zooms in it. Multiple tendrils of black metal spin in circular fashion, receding to launch something roughly the shape of a cylinder into space.

The President is an evergolden image of the Peer that she is, stood proud and as tall as her height can muster. Sideward, she passes a glance to gauge Senator Adrastos and then a male Terran with brown eyes and black hair whom she greets with a silent, firm nod. The woman's chin raises slightly higher, her shoulders pulling back in a queenly posture. "You are most welcome here, Mrs. Redgrave. We hope to make sure you find everything during your stay here most accommodating."

Around her, the Initiative military communicates with each other in a manner that sort of mirrors that of a commanding male with salt and pepper dark hair's armed men. The Corpsec contingent is watched closely by each of these marines, with some attention spared for a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair and what lies beyond - the ever-darkened sky.

Rather than clutter the already-crowded platform with words, a male Terran with brown eyes and black hair just gives a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair an encouraging - if tired - smile, nodding her way. He reaches up to adjust a bloody burgundy necktie of silk whorled in a Windsor knot, turning that smile to the President and watching for her reaction, or directions.

Finn keeps a few paces to Dallas's left as they exit the shuttle, a hand resting on his holstered gun, head swiveling as he takes in the crowd.

The object collides with Terra's atmosphere, blazing upon entry as it streaks through the clouds. Reports indicate the fleet's tracking systems unable to keep a lock on it. Defensive platforms scramble and suddenly go silent as if all electronics suddenly go dead, only for the power grid to flicker back to life.

A person wearing a white Guy Fawkes Mask with an uneasy grin with an over-sized, vantablack hoodie shifts in their spot in the growing crowd, their hands still stuffed into the confines of their hoodie. Or at least until something is launched into space, a hand dips into their pocket and a number of furious texts are sent.

The sound of comms bzzting in and out become a persistent buzz on the side of the Initiative, helmeted men and women directing their wary attention to the skies. [the President]

Televised footage refocuses on the Initiative shuttle platform with the crowd of onlookers who have arrived. The object strikes down before them but... suddenly stops without coming into contact with the ground. It hovers a few inches above it, its surface a reflective sheen of pulsating metal in the shape of an silent obelisk.

The sound of anticipating clenching is almost audible in the yard, as the CorpSec contingent all stiffen and check their weapons and tools as the whole dance appears to be starting. "Steady." a commanding male with salt and pepper dark hair rumbles into his communicator, "Eyes on Subject Renna." He rumbles, the Director keeps his eyes attached to a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair, his left eye twitching as she strides into view amongst the guards. His hand twitches on the receiver of his rifle, another flick of a glance is given to the President across the way, before eyes snap back to the unidentified technological marvel. [a commanding male with salt and pepper dark hair]

"Looks even weirder up close," mutters Richard in the back, close to Dallas, Finn, and Beatrix.

A small little gasp comes from Beatrix as she watches that .. space craft come down towards the ground and eventually stop suddenly. She pushes forward a little through the crowd, trying to get a good view. "Sorry..." She whispers, as one elbow nudges another, murmuring more apologies as she inches closer to Finn and Richard. [Beatrix]

Bright light shimmers from the top of the obelisk and sweeps out in front of it like a scanner, steadily sweeping through the air. A pair of figures slowly construct as if being scanned into existance. One appears to be the imposing figure from the broadcasts, the other a smaller one.

"Yeah well... lets hope this all goes smoothly." Dallas mutters in response to Richard as she puts her helmet back on and draws her revolvers, keeping them hold low in a non-threatening manner. [Dallas]

A man wearing a glossy opaque photoreceptive visor framed with dark metal has transferred a comely handmaiden shrouded in stoic reserve. [OOC]

For a moment, Finn is searching for anything that could serve as a source of cover. When the thing doesn't kill them all with its landing, he pauses, glances to his communicator and then to Dallas, then nods. [Finn]

Silent and ever watchful, the only movement Senator Adrastos makes is to stand just that bit closer to the President as though ready to leap into protect her at a moments notice. He watches everything with an attentive gaze and whatever is on his mind is not seen upon his facial features. [Senator Adrastos]

A caramel skinned, cool blue eyed woman's chin lifts as she watches the descent of the technological marvel, her hands tucking her communicator away. There's a subtle glance aside to a commanding male with salt and pepper dark hair, in which she watches him for a moment before simply dipping her chin in a silent nod, as if answering something for herself before refocusing on the situation at hand. She's likely an odd sight in the midst of the group of armored CorpSec, considering she's not wearing any, but there she stands anyway.

There is no army which appears from the bowels of the obelisk, no great alien force. There is merely a man wearing a glossy opaque photoreceptive visor framed with dark metal followed by a comely handmaiden shrouded in stoic reserve. Tall, imposing, the armored figure pauses there after its -- his? -- construction to look about at those gathered.

Silence.

Though clearly armed, the figure leaves its weapon holstered while it surveys the shuttle landing. When it speaks, the deep baritone from the broadcasts booms out, amplified in some way so that it can be heard by all those gathered while the figure poses a rather simple question.
"Have the Terran controllers made their decision?" [a man wearing a glossy opaque photoreceptive visor framed with dark metal]

A look of nervous wonder seems to overtake Renna Redgrave as she stands amongst the guards, her presence pointed out by the commanding message given to them by a commanding male with salt and pepper dark hair. Her gaze locks on the obelisk and focuses, waiting until it's managed to 'scan' both of the figures into existance. She doesn't move. She seems almost rooted into place as if entirely unsure how to handle the situation before her, her hands steadying themselves behind her all the while. [a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair]

There's no guns in Beatrix's hands, nor knives, or really anything. Instead the copper haired girl watches on with a kind of morbid fascination, clearly largely oblivious to the risk a lot of the people around her see to cause them to hold their weapons that little bit tighter. She inches forward a bit more through the crowd, trying to get a good view of a man wearing a glossy opaque photoreceptive visor framed with dark metal. [Beatrix]

Beside a man wearing a glossy opaque photoreceptive visor framed with dark metal a comely handmaiden shrouded in stoic reserve materializes, and to the eye, she appears entirely human. Her gaze remains aimed straight ahead, her expression stoic as though this is merely a run of the mill day in her existence. She remains close to a man wearing a glossy opaque photoreceptive visor framed with dark metal... waiting. [a comely handmaiden shrouded in stoic reserve]

Dallas keeps her visored gaze on a man wearing a glossy opaque photoreceptive visor framed with dark metal as the 'man'? speaks, she lets out a soft breath to keep herself calm and doesn't let her gaze falter still looking ready for whatever could happen.

A person wearing a white Guy Fawkes Mask with an uneasy grin with an over-sized, vantablack hoodie shifts just a touch in the back of the crowd and looks between a commanding male with salt and pepper dark hair and the President waiting perhaps to see what one or both of them say to answer a man wearing a glossy opaque photoreceptive visor framed with dark metal.

Finn flicks his gaze towards the unit of Initiative and Corpsec soldiers, then back to a man wearing a glossy opaque photoreceptive visor framed with dark metal. He sucks on his teeth as he considers the entity, fingering his pistol.

The coalescing of two humanoid entities out of that shimmering obelisk gives the President a hitch in her breath before she holds it entirely. Slowly, so slowly, she releases that all out and the smile on her face only grows yet a little more. She dips a most formal curtsy to both a man wearing a glossy opaque photoreceptive visor framed with dark metal and a comely handmaiden shrouded in stoic reserve, her gaze lowering to avoid confrontational conduct even in subtleties. "We have. We shall gladly return your Queen to you, sir, but we seek to understand that which we do not. We have ensured her safety during her stay here, as you have surely born witness to. Would you allow us, a humbler civilization, some inquiries to avoid further misunderstanding between us?" she utters in a smooth, fluid mezzosoprano. [the President]

the President appears to be of Gifted charisma.

A tough, scarred woman with ashen blonde hair grips onto a bulky CorpSec 'Enforcer' riot shotgun, with boxlike choke casually, keeping a calm and collected demeanour "Popara nti ntipti..." she mutters under her breath, staring at a man wearing a glossy opaque photoreceptive visor framed with dark metal and then eyeing a commanding male with salt and pepper dark hair out of the corner of her eye while the President and the...creature negotiate.

A male Terran with brown eyes and black hair It's clear that the engineer wants to get closer to the alien species, but there's probably armed guards and the like in the way. a pair of vaguely reflective cybereyes, dyed a deep crimson flashes as he looks between a man wearing a glossy opaque photoreceptive visor framed with dark metal and a comely handmaiden shrouded in stoic reserve, and he stops at the latter, brow raising. He catches himself staring, though - men, am I right? - looking down to a French cuff, with a relic Remington twenty gauge cufflink and adjusting it fitfully.

"Them wearing people guises freaks me out," Richard says in a low voice, glancing at Finn's and Dallas's guns respectively. He rests his right atop his axe, using his left to touch Beatrix's arm. "Don't stray too far," he advises.


It is just as well Richard gave Beatrix that helpful suggestion because straying was about what she was trying to do in her attempts to gain a few feet and see that little bit better. The touch to her arm keeps her in check, and she flashes him a grin and comes in alongside him. [Beatrix]

"Maybe they are people..." Dallas replies to Richard quietly "A failed colony that secretly left and went further and became... whatever these guys are." she then gives a soft sigh "Days like this I start to understand why people smoke... I'm too fucking on edge here." a few discreet clicks and whirs come from a delicate cybernetic eye of glittering chrome and ice blue as it focuses on the armoured figure of the 'sentinel'. [Dallas]

The Director keeps his eyes firmly upon a man wearing a glossy opaque photoreceptive visor framed with dark metal, those imperious gray orbs staring daggers across the way from within an enclosed onyx flexiron tactical helmet with opaque visor. "Steady." a commanding male with salt and pepper dark hair orders his men, even for a CorpSec Praetorian, this is something unprecedented as a few of them twitch. His eyes snap towards a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair as she fidgets, he speaks up towards the alien delegation. His voice professional, but pointed- with none of the charm of diplomatic finesse the President expouses. "What do you intend to do with her?" He rumbles out, short and to the point, his eyes never leave the lead figure- his teeth grinding together within his helmet. [a commanding male with salt and pepper dark hair]

A caramel skinned, cool blue eyed woman's eyes slide aside to the President as she addresses a man wearing a glossy opaque photoreceptive visor framed with dark metal, and then to a commanding male with salt and pepper dark hair as he does the same before she settles her own attention back toward the larger figure and a comely handmaiden shrouded in stoic reserve. She furrows her eyebrows faintly, but does not speak up.


Finn tilts his head to the side towards Richard, mutters out of the side of his mouth, "What, you reckon they don't usually look like that?" Considering that, he directs a new narrow-eyed look towards both a man wearing a glossy opaque photoreceptive visor framed with dark metal and a comely handmaiden shrouded in stoic reserve. He snickers to Dallas, "Here I'm thinkin' a cigarette ain't gonna cut it."

Staying with the President and with the laser on his face watching the alien guests, Senator Adrastos remains what might be seen as calm. He continues to stand almost perfectly still and at attention even with all that is happening. He allows the President to take the lead in greeting the aliens and instead, seems to be watching everything with that calm, calculating gaze of his. [Senator Adrastos]

The sound of a man wearing a glossy opaque photoreceptive visor framed with dark metal's voice and the subsequent reactions to those around her seems to leave Renna Redgrave quiet, apparent in her decision to let her 'betters' speak for the time being. Still, some of her resolve is beginning to show itself as she draws herself just a bit taller, her chin tipping just a bit more, and her gaze settling fully upon the two before the obelisk with growing professional curiosity. [a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair]

For all that a man wearing a glossy opaque photoreceptive visor framed with dark metal is clearly humanoid, no doubt the writhing mass of metal encasing them from head-to-toe would be enough to give someone a bit of pause. There is something unnatural in its movements, as though the armor was alive, as though it was a part of them.

When the President speaks, the helmeted figure turns their head to fix their still hidden gaze upon her and there they pause while seeming to consider something. Or perhaps they are simply fond of dramatic pauses. "The Head Controller," the figure finally decides in their deep baritone, peppered as it is with such a hodge-podge of accents that it might be hard to discern which one in particular they call their own.

"We will speak," the towering figure goes on to announce as their head turns, clearly scanning the crowd. Their movements pause when that hidden gaze settles in the general direction of a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair. "But only once Our Queen has spoken," they decide before stiffly hazarding a bow in that direction. There is something odd in the movement, something forced, as though the figure is trying to translate its actions into something the Terran onlookers might understand.

When a commanding male with salt and pepper dark hair rumbles out that question, a man wearing a glossy opaque photoreceptive visor framed with dark metal's attention turns that way. Again, there is a lengthy pause. "We will take Our Queen home," the figure finally booms out. [a man wearing a glossy opaque photoreceptive visor framed with dark metal]



"Giant coincidence if we do. Or some other space folks are all our daddies," Richard replies to Finn wth a whistle. At least his height is significantly enough above the average that he does not struggle to get some of the view; he pats Beatrix's shoulder briefly and wonders, "Think the two of us could boost ya?"

Absolutely transfixed by the effort the thing gives in it's bow, a male Terran with brown eyes and black hair is clearly surprised and taken aback. A curious, pleased smile appears on his features, and the man looks across to the President with a single, encouraging, happy sort of nod. a pair of vaguely reflective cybereyes, dyed a deep crimson revolves to look at a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair, and the man just gives her a discreet sort of 'thumbs-up,' as she's called upon to speak.

Beatrix draws up to very tip toes of her threadbare boots, one hand to her brow as she tries to get a good view of a man wearing a glossy opaque photoreceptive visor framed with dark metal as he talks, and what little of him she can see, with his swirling armor has her riveted to the spot. It is with some reluctance that her attention shifts over towards a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair, and she flashes Richard a quick grin.

"But of course," the President graciously bows yet again - a Peer bedecked in precious metals, bowing in the face of a much more superior species. "The floor is all yours, Your Majesty," the woman levies to a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair, a hand upon her collarbone as the opposite extends in a most graceful flourish of invitation.

Behind her, the Initiative forces are rigid carrying their gear. Some Admirals might have come out by now, as well, to get a gander on the goings-on. [the President]

An average Terran man with a dark-brown ponytail stands near Senator Adrastos and although he seems bright and bubbly as is his usual nature, he is silent, not even pestering his employer as he would normally do so. [Senator Adrastos]

A person wearing a white Guy Fawkes Mask with an uneasy grin with an over-sized, vantablack hoodie shifts in the back of the crowd as they look between a man wearing a glossy opaque photoreceptive visor framed with dark metal and the others that speak and then finally settle on a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair.

With all eyes now upon a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair, a commanding male with salt and pepper dark hair is no different. The man is mumbling something within his helmet, an internal argument. Eyes firmly fixed on a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair, eyes intense and washed with a mix of emotion. Again, his hand twitches on the receiver of his mag-rifle across his chest, making sure it's all still there. The man takes a single step forwards, stepping out of the line of Praetorians- his eyes still laden on a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair, his men stay where they are. [a commanding male with salt and pepper dark hair]

A caramel skinned, cool blue eyed woman seems to be keeping mostly still at a commanding male with salt and pepper dark hair's side, though she does lift a hand to push a large amount of thick black hair over her shoulder that had previously fallen forward. Her hand then falls to rest briefly on her hip before finally shifting to simply tuck behind her back as she follows the looks of the rest of the crowd toward a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair.

"I.. don't know what you want me to say." Renna replies to a man wearing a glossy opaque photoreceptive visor framed with dark metal, her voice carrying with the practice of someone who had spoken dissertations aloud so many times prior. She takes a step forward after saying so, seeming to take some comfort when a certain member of the crowd gives her that thumbs-up. Somehow, the reassurance causes the tension in her shoulders to lessen somewhat. If the guards try to stop her, she'd pause, look to a commanding male with salt and pepper dark hair and the President, and wait for their allowance before continuing. Silence follows as she approaches the pair and raises a hand in the air in front of a man wearing a glossy opaque photoreceptive visor framed with dark metal. [a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair]

Taking the unfolding proceedings in without having moved a muscle, a comely handmaiden shrouded in stoic reserve does now finally turn her eyes upon ren; here is where her animation stops as she settles back into motionless observation, a living statue. With the others, she merely waits. [a comely handmaiden shrouded in stoic reserve]

A man wearing a glossy opaque photoreceptive visor framed with dark metal removes a glossy opaque photoreceptive visor framed with dark metal from his face.

A dark haired androgyne with misshapen ears stops using a glossy opaque photoreceptive visor framed with dark metal.

When a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair steps forward, there is the unison of metal clicking as weapons are readied out of sheer reflex, knocking against all the armour of the Initiative marines. There is but a faint shake of the President's head - she doesn't look back - the smile maintained on her face in a warm curl as a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair looks her way for silent permission. Her eyes briefly flit over a male Terran with brown eyes and black hair and Senator Adrastos on either side of her.

It only takes that one motion from the President, it seems, for some head in the back to raise his hand and mutter into comms. All the guns are lowered to a very alert standby. [the President]

"He's kinda pretty." Beatrix whispers a probably unpopular opinion to those nearest to her, her words probably reaching Finn, Richard and Dallas. "At least for a weird alien life form and all that." She keeps her tone low, but her eyes are very much on a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair and a dark haired androgyne with misshapen ears. More so the latter. [Beatrix]

"You sure your glasses are the right grade?" Richard questions Beatrix's judgement, shifting a little anxiously.

"Aww shit... why are the creepy aliens prettier than me?" Dallas whispers back to Beatrix "I sort of get what you mean... in that creepy might either shoot you or pin you to a wall kinda way." she then smirks to Richard "Maybe the stress has just gotten to us both." [Dallas]

"I was definitely expecting tentacles." Beatrix tells Richard even as she makes a show of pulling off her glasses, and wiping them on her less than clean shirt sleeves. They're returned back into position, and she grins at Dallas. "See? She sees it. He makes that pin or shoot you kind of look sexy." [Beatrix]

Finn freezes in place when the Initiative marines clatter weapons-on-armor. It's only once they've begin to stand down on the President's orders does he exhale. -- Only then does he frown towards Beatrix and Dallas, too.

Both Senator Adrastos and an average Terran man with a dark-brown ponytail are still silent though with a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair moving forward and speaking and with the anxiety of the soldiers around them, it would seem that even the Senator shifts just that bit uneasily though his expression does not change from the calm, studious gaze it has kept throughout the entire thing thus far. Senator Adrastos probably doesn't hear the talk about sex-alients, from the people on the other side, but he does seem to be scanning faces every now and then. [Senator Adrastos]

"Huh. Start linin' up, then," mutters me with perhaps a touch of petty human envy. [Richard]

A tough, scarred woman with ashen blonde hair snaps her eyes between those around Dallas, raising an amused eyebrow. "Doesn't take much to be prettier than you Quinn. Christ..." She strangles her laughter at the ongoing conversation a bit.

The CorpSec Enforcers and Praetorians, while accompanying a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair, keep their guns lowered. a commanding male with salt and pepper dark hair speaks into his communicator, distributing orders- the goons take a single step away from her, allowing her to proceed. "Close eyes on. You know the drill." He's heard saying, the man stays where he is for now- eyes bouncing between a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair and the alien delegation. [a commanding male with salt and pepper dark hair]

The look that a male Terran with brown eyes and black hair gives the President is a dubious one, at best. He shrugs, helplessly, a smile growing on his face as he produces a datapad and - what else? Starts taking notes. The reveal of the face from the alien causes a male Terran with brown eyes and black hair to pause and cant his head to the side, but a few idle taps of the pad later and he's back at that aggressive note-taking. "Humanoid, bipedal... Elven." a male Terran with brown eyes and black hair says aside to the President, clearly surprised by the singular admission. "Utterly fascinating."

If her oggling wasn't enough, Beatrix does let out a bit of a whistle, and makes a show of fanning herself with one of her hands. "Think they're all that pretty? A race of super hot aliens? Is it too late to rethink my desire to avoid being abducted and probed?" She whispers, but no doubt her voice carries to those situated nearby. [Beatrix]
"It's a'right, Dick, -I- think you're pretty," Finn quietly consoles Richard, rolling his eyes. [Finn]

The figure seems perfectly happy to wait and to watch from behind a glossy opaque photoreceptive visor framed with dark metal until a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair finally speaks. There, their head turns, attention riveting back upon her. When she begins to move toward them and a comely handmaiden shrouded in stoic reserve, the towering humanoid lifts a hand -- slowly -- toward their helmet to see that opaque visor slithering out of view to reveal their eyes at last. Sky-blue, intelligent, sharp, those eyes track a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair's movements while she draws nearer. Assuming no one would stop her, of course.

Though having been remarkably relaxed for a singularly armed person in a sea of potential enemies, there is a subtle shift in the set of a dark haired androgyne with misshapen ears's shoulders when a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair is finally there, lifting her hand in the air before them. There is a stiffness there, a vague tenseness, perhaps some sort of sense of expectancy. "Our Queen," they greet the blonde in a clearly reverent sort of tone before their hands lift again with more of those slow, measured movements, this time to see a pair of environmentally sealed alien metal armored gloves slithering back away from their skin to reveal pale flesh and decidedly human-looking fingers, no claws, tentacles, or other deformities in sight.

With their hands now revealed, they reach out toward a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair with their right, palm facing outward toward her, fingers pointing up.

And they wait. [a dark haired androgyne with misshapen ears]

A dark haired androgyne with misshapen ears stops using a pair of environmentally sealed alien metal armored gloves.

"Thanks, almost makes up for ya debt," Richard tells Finn, letting his alien-envy go and patting the smaller Terran on the shoulder.

Dallas flicks a middle finger to the nearby a tough, scarred woman with ashen blonde hair "Get back to your goons." she tells her, nodding her head in the direction of the corpsec group. She then lets out a quiet snort of laughter at Beatrix and Finn, not able to really keep it in but trying to keep it down as much as she can. Perhaps it is helping to ease her prior tensions.

Dark eyes slide from renn to a dark haired androgyne with misshapen ears, a comely handmaiden shrouded in stoic reserve taking a single step toward the former before halting as though at the behest of an unspoken command. Dusky curls spill forward to shadow her stoic countenance as she observes the interactions between renn and a dark haired androgyne with misshapen ears, her stillness at once absolute and poised, as though motion is but a blink away. [a comely handmaiden shrouded in stoic reserve]

Anomaly has transferred a person wearing a wooden, beaded Oni mask with long tusks and curved horns. [OOC]

A person wearing a white Guy Fawkes Mask with an uneasy grin with an over-sized, vantablack hoodie shifts from their spot among the gathering of Proles milling near the back and finally mutters with a crackled, robotic tone, "It would likely help interspace relations if you all can manage to keep your pants on," as their comment to the daydreams of inter-species dating brewing in the crowd.

"Yeah? So what're we at, twenty credits now?" Finn weasels to Richard, sounding just the slightest bit hopeful though he does shift his weight when the shoulder pat comes, far from relaxed. [Finn]

"Twenty-eight credits and a Coke can," Richard reveals to Finn with a wink.
"Think he'd turn around a bit so we can see a back view of him. I can't see his ass." Beatrix whispers, sounding hopeful as she keeps her eyes fixated on visor. She clears her throat some, flashing Dallas a quick grin, before her focus is once more on the events unfolding. [Beatrix]

Renna pauses for a moment as if unsure once a dark haired androgyne with misshapen ears's hand is lifted to her. Something about the way it had spoken to her maybe. Still, she presses on and touches its hand palm to palm. The obelisk seems to glow in the moment that happens, the glow thrumming from the top to the bottom steadily. She begins to convulse afterwards, blinking rapidly in unnatural fashion as she lets out an earsplitting scream that wrenches the air before collapsing to her knees in front of both of them. "I.. what's going on with me." The words are breathed heavily aloud. "Initiate Quzot Operator Sequence.." The following words are unintelligible, the language barely even parsing to anyone currently listening. [a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair]

A dark haired androgyne with misshapen ears wears a pair of environmentally sealed alien metal armored gloves on his hands.

"Oh fuck!" Beatrix calls out, this time not at a whisper as she watches a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair collapse to her knees. Her hand comes up to touch at her ears, cupping the right as she steps forward, trying to get a good view, and listen in on that unintelligable words. [Beatrix]

A dark haired androgyne with misshapen ears wears a glossy opaque photoreceptive visor framed with dark metal over his face.

A person wearing a white Guy Fawkes Mask with an uneasy grin with an over-sized, vantablack hoodie taps a text message into their communicator screen.

Dallas seems taken aback as the 'queen' starts convulsing and then speaks about a sequence, it all seems to snap her back to focus as she lets out a soft sigh "Fuck..." she says quietly, "That doesn't sound good..."
Senator Adrastos Stepping just that bit more in front of the President does the Senator stand, hand going to his pistol but does not yet draw it. If the scream or the words from renne speaks unsettles him, it is hard to tell with that stoic expression of his. His laser zooms in on renne and the alien guests, though his stance is clearly one to protect the President should the need come down to it.

"Gonna have to discuss payment later." Richard loosens his axe at his hip, for all the good that'll do him. Perhaps gripping the haft gives him some reassurance while he shuffles forward like that'd let him hear a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair any better.

"I knew Scions were a real fuckin' thing," Finn hisses, more to himself than anyone else. He is far from excited about conspiracy theories proven fact, however, shoulders hunching as his eyes flick between the trio at the center of it all. [Finn]

As a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair begins to convulse, a caramel skinned, cool blue eyed woman squints her eyes, releases a breath, and then moves to angle herself behind a commanding male with salt and pepper dark hair. She still keeps her hands at the small of her back, her chin lifting as she keeps an eye on the scene from her new position. [a caramel skinned, cool blue eyed woman]
With reflexes inhuman in their swiftness, a comely handmaiden shrouded in stoic reserve erupts into motion, going from stoic statue to blurr in but the blink of an eye. Leaping toward a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair as she begins to collapse toward the ground, a comely handmaiden shrouded in stoic reserve's arms seek to catch and hold, the young handmaiden supporting her queen with the strength of her own form. Throughout all of this, however, her expression hardly alters; a softening suggests something that might be construed as tenderness, though its overall cast is merely passive. [a comely handmaiden shrouded in stoic reserve]

A person wearing a white Guy Fawkes Mask with an uneasy grin with an over-sized, vantablack hoodie taps a text message into their communicator screen.

A tough, scarred woman with ashen blonde hair narrows her eyes on a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair, flaring her nostrils for a fraction of a second, "Sir, orders?" She mutters to a commanding male with salt and pepper dark hair.

The President flinches back as a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair screams, having apparently been at the very edge of her seat this entire time. Dark eyes flaring with a gasp, she instinctively falters a few steps back as an avian-featured woman in a black pantsuit takes position in between the woman and the extraterrestrial visitors. Casting hasty looks at a male Terran with brown eyes and black hair, Senator Adrastos, and a swarthy secretary in a maroon prince suit, she visibly tries to regulate her breathing as she watches the events unfold.

Immediately, the military unit with her raises their barrels toward the aliens as a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair's scream cuts the tension like a knife through butter. Though these are hardened veterans, even this encounter is enough to get some arms trembling. Someone in charge of the contingent keeps his hand raised despite the reaction, looking pale and anxious as he studies the situation.

As the scream comes, it's then the CorpSec detachment snap their weapons into hands and begin to raise them in unison- alarm bells ringing in their heads as they think the situation is kicking off. "Bollocks!" a commanding male with salt and pepper dark hair calls out, "Ease! Thorne, hold." He orders his men and a tough, scarred woman with ashen blonde hair, who all hesitate, but start to fan out in a semi-circle behind him, adopting a group firing position with firearms still lowered. The Director pounds forwards as a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair collapses to her knees, his boots slamming on the ground as he crosses the distance while his men know well enough to stay where they are, a few of them moving beside a caramel skinned, cool blue eyed woman to keep her covered. However, he pauses his sprint as a comely handmaiden shrouded in stoic reserve beats him to it, leaving him half-way across the distance. [a commanding male with salt and pepper dark hair]

"Don't touch her! For the love of God don't touch her!" a male Terran with brown eyes and black hair screeches, panicked, to the others, as a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair begins to scream out in pain. a pair of titanium translator stubs, affixed to the temples are glowing bright on a male Terran with brown eyes and black hair's own forehead, and the man's jaw tenses. "Just feedback, she'll be fine, she'll be alright. Please, I beg of you, Director, President - don't let them inturrupt the process. Please." He begs them, quite literally, turning a pair of vaguely reflective cybereyes, dyed a deep crimson towards them both.

A person wearing a white Guy Fawkes Mask with an uneasy grin with an over-sized, vantablack hoodie asks from the back of the crowd to a male Terran with brown eyes and black hair in their crackled, autotune, "And what process is that, Chairman? You should enlighten the rest of us here as you clearly have more insight than anyone else."

Still, a man wearing a glossy opaque photoreceptive visor framed with dark metal waits, letting the moment draw itself out, letting a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair come to them. And then she does. Amidst the glowing of the obelisk, the towering, elfin figure merely looks down upon the much smaller blonde, their sky-blue eyes boring into her. When she begins to convulse, when she falls to her knees and screams, the humanoid immediately puts back on their gloves; those metal tendrils snake along their hands with a mind of their own to rejoin to their armor in a seamless suit. "We must leave, Node," they direct to a comely handmaiden shrouded in stoic reserve in their deep baritone when she moves toward the clearly in-pain woman before them, a hint of urgency now bleeding into their previously calm demeanor. "It has begun."

Reaching up to see their visor slinking back into place, a man wearing a glossy opaque photoreceptive visor framed with dark metal is then stooping down to try to pick up a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair from where she is writhing on the platform, clearly not paying any heed to the panic ensuing from the Terran onlookers. They seem oblivious to the screams, to the pounding footsteps of a commanding male with salt and pepper dark hair running close. Their focus seems singularly fixed upon the screaming woman, their motions finally betraying some sort of haste. [a man wearing a glossy opaque photoreceptive visor framed with dark metal]

A man wearing a glossy opaque photoreceptive visor framed with dark metal lifts a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair.

"What has begun? That sounds ominious. Is she ill?" Beatrix whispers as she tries to figure out what's going on, giving a quiet commentary to those nearest to her as she watches a man wearing a glossy opaque photoreceptive visor framed with dark metal and a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair with growing interest. [Beatrix]
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Re: Introducing the Scions Part II

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:P A caramel skinned, cool blue eyed woman steps back a bit as a commanding male with salt and pepper dark hair runs forward, allowing the praetorians to gather about her, her eyes settled on the horrifying scene before her, and the ensuing panic. As a male Terran with brown eyes and black hair yells, her eyebrows arch, and her attention tears from the screaming woman to settle firmly on him, eyes squinted.

A person wearing a wooden, beaded Oni mask with long tusks and curved horns watches in silence, carefully adjusting a wooden, beaded Oni mask with long tusks and curved horns with their hand.

"Either an invasion or them leaving..." Dallas replies to Beatrix quietly, hands on her revolvers, ready in case she needs them. She lets out a long breath to ssteady herself as she continues watching the proceedings. [Dallas]

Senator Adrastos just stands in front of the President with that protective stance of his. He shoots a male Terran with brown eyes and black hair a glance out of the corner of his eyes and then one on a caramel skinned, cool blue eyed woman briefly before it returns to a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair and the aliens. He keeps his hand touching his weapon but has still not drawn it at all. He waits, watches, listens, giving nothing away on on that expressionless face of his.
"No.. What if it's like, you know. That shit that most of our ancestors did to wipe out first nations. Are proper like, disease protocols in place? I mean, he's wearing a suit..." Beatrix reaches up to pull her braid forward, twisting it around her fingers as she spares Dallas a quick glance, before her focus is back on a man wearing a glossy opaque photoreceptive visor framed with dark metal and a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair. "What has begun?" She asks, this time her voice rising as if to try carry and ask the alien directly herself. [Beatrix]


Anomaly has transferred Beatrix.
Within the Mothership (Quiet)
[An Unsettling Chill]
Spiraling metal surrounds the corridors of this massive vessel like thousands
of vines climbing up along columns. Their surface pulsates occasionally,
shifting to adjust with one another not much unlike blood vessels pumping
energy and data within their confines. The floor is a flat obsidian black
lined with a blue lambent glow, the ceiling nigh imperceptible as it pitches
into darkness. Lighting along the pathways come in the form of hovering
globes with no visible sign of devices keeping them so. Every pathway seems
like a labyrinthine maze, chaotic and yet contradictory in its orderly
pattern that seems to just barely elude human understanding. At the center
of it all is a gargantuan hall with hovering platforms of plated alien
metallic compounds with a single intimidating seat upon a dais, the metallic
cables connecting with it to leave it glowing luminescent.
[ Exits: none ] [ Air exits: none ]
Node is here. [App: 5] [Switched Player]
A man wearing a glossy opaque photoreceptive visor framed with dark metal is here.
A person wearing a wooden, beaded Oni mask with long tusks and curved horns is here.
Anomaly is here. [App: 2]

The obelisk emits a shuddering green light from the top of it that expands over Director Stanton Redgrave, Renna Redgrave, and the two alien figures ready to sweep down over them before suddenly blinking once and appearing to glitch. The beam extends further, sweeping down rapidly over everyone on the shuttle platform in attendance as they begin to deconstruct before the broadcasting screens across the system. They simply.. disappear.

A commanding male with salt and pepper dark hair twitches his nose.

Sensors indicate the Anomaly has ended and everything may be back to normal... or not. [OOC]


The cry from a male Terran with brown eyes and black hair sees the President's brows lofting as lashes bat in surprise his way. She is barely able to let out a question before Senator Adrastos is trying to pick up a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair and carry her to god-knows-where. "But we haven't finished--!" she huffs towards the entities, trying to tiptoe to look over durga's and Senator Adrastos's shoulders. Instead, she turns to a male Terran with brown eyes and black hair and hisses at him, "What process is this, Chairma-- Ho my god..." [the President]
[RPXP Gain: Heroic] [HP:perfect MV:drained P:walk] (Diremote)

"They're a hivemind, and they've got to... Reintegrate her into that process-" a male Terran with brown eyes and black hair says to the others starting to question him, motioning with his hands as he watches them begin to leave, panick clearly beginning to mount. "It'd be like... Learning an entirely new life, a new society, everything in an instant - years, maybe thousands of years of data, all at once, of course it's going to be painfu-"

The man watches the rest of them, shoulders drooping a bit as he looks away from them. "...And besides, what are you people going to do with those peashooters. Stop them? I built half those gun-" And then, they're where they're at, which is... Somewhere.

Beatrix thinks to herself, "Did we just fucking get alien abducted?!"

Rroadcasters across the system appear to be speechless as the platform is left empty as humanity goes silent. The ships in orbit slowly begin to turn towards the mothership, poising as if their commanders are deciding on a response.

Surrendering a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair to a man wearing a glossy opaque photoreceptive visor framed with dark metal with ease, Node observes the Queen's agony with that self same stoicism that even such chaos as this has not shaken. That thing that may have been concern still lingers in her motions, though rather than concern in the way humans might show it, it too appears to be a thing more like haste than ultimate, emotionally driven fretting. When a man wearing a glossy opaque photoreceptive visor framed with dark metal declares they must retreat with a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair to the ship is met with a falling in of Node by their side, one hand still placed upon the shoulder of the agony besieged Queen. [Node]

Beatrix suddenly turns sharply about when the world around them disappears and they find themselves... aboard the mothership. She reaches out to clasp a firm hand to Finn's upper arm, whispering the probably the obvious. Almost sounding as much excited as she does fearful. "We've been abducted."
A mood is not set.

Dallas collapses onto the ground as she's suddenly transported away before quickly leaping to her feet, a pair of long-barreled heavy .44 revolvers made from steel at the ready in a very practices way as she looks around "Fuck just happened?!" she yells out, voice crackling moreso with the volume level as it comes out of her helmets speakers "Shit shit shit..." she mutters as her eyes fall upon Node and a man wearing a glossy opaque photoreceptive visor framed with dark metal "What the fuck did you do to us?"
Dallas appears to be champion at firearm.

Senator Adrastos covers his face as the light seems to come at him and then, he finds himself... not where he was and for the first time, he seems startled. He looks around and spots the President and everyone right where they were but... not where they where a moment ago: Earth. "Madam President, are you unharmed?" He asks, the first words he has spoken it would seem and they are firm in tone.

Finn practically freezes in place when that beam hits him, and then, taking in his new surroundings in a state shock, he can muster only a soft, "...Fuck." As such, it takes him a moment to recognize Beatrix's hand on his arm. "No shi--" he starts, before Dallas's shouting draws his attention.

Richard is a little slower to notice that the platform suddenly isn't. He blinks and looks around in shock, releasing his axe. It's not as if it will do him any good at this point. He shoulders forward, then side to side. "Shit."

"You're not taking her anywhere, Creep!" a commanding male with salt and pepper dark hair roars out as he restarts his sprint, feet pounding across the space his weapons falling into his hands as he starts charging the figures... but then, well- they're all somewhere else, his sprint comes to a dead stop with a jolting shudder roiling through his armour. He comes to his senses, a heavy, scoped, CorpSec 'Harbinger' 7.62 assault mag-rifle falling into his hands as he continues his advance upon a man wearing a glossy opaque photoreceptive visor framed with dark metal. "Everybody! Group up, weapons out- do NOT fire without order!" The man absolutely BELLOWS from his helmet, as he advances upon the Aliens with confused alarm. [a commanding male with salt and pepper dark hair]

A commanding male with salt and pepper dark hair readies his finger on his gun's trigger.

A male Terran with brown eyes and black hair looks closely at a heavy, scoped, CorpSec 'Harbinger' 7.62 assault mag-rifle belonging to a commanding male with salt and pepper dark hair.


Beatrix slips her deck away, and draws out ... not her gun, but her communicator. She holds it up, and presses a digital button on the side, snapping a picture.. and then another, of her surroundings. "Fuck-fuck-fuck." She utters the curses all in a quick row as she records this whole thing for prosperities sake.

Richard looks closely at a heavy, scoped, CorpSec 'Harbinger' 7.62 assault mag-rifle belonging to a commanding male with salt and pepper dark hair.

Finally, a caramel skinned, cool blue eyed woman's stoicism fades as she and the rest of the crowd are transported elsewhere. While in a different place, positions seem relatively the same, and so she is able to continue staring toward a male Terran with brown eyes and black hair with clear distrust. While the armed CorpSec crew scrambles forward to heed a commanding male with salt and pepper dark hair's order, she seems more frozen in place than anything, eventually refocusing on the chaos. [a caramel skinned, cool blue eyed woman]

A tough, scarred woman with ashen blonde hair catches her footing as she's transported along with everyone else, gun at the ready she narrows her eyes at Dallas, "Calm the fuck down Quinn! Don't try anything yet."

A person wearing a white Guy Fawkes Mask with an uneasy grin with an over-sized, vantablack hoodie seems entirely too disoriented for a moment and then sets their shoulders and calls to a commanding male with salt and pepper dark hair in their crackled voice, "Put your forsaken gun away for once, Redgrave and use whatever is milling around in the puddle inside your skull. Open fire in a ship of unknown properties? Or start a war for all of humanity because you want to make this shit personal?"

Finn does finally pull his own gun entirely free of its holster, but it certainly isn't to group up with a commanding male with salt and pepper dark hair's crew, the Initiative Marines or anyone else for that matter. Instead, he's wheeling back towards the nearest wall, hopefully out of the line of anyone else's fire. His free arm swings out, attempting to push Beatrix back with him if he can, seeing as she's right next to him.

The walls pulsate with a throb of energy along the thousands of metallic 'vines' that climb along their surface. The feeling of thousands of eyes upon the group is a constant presence with the faint scent of something sickeningly sweet in the air.

The others freak out. a male Terran with brown eyes and black hair freaks out. A little bit. He blinks a few times, a pair of vaguely reflective cybereyes, dyed a deep crimson adjusting to the dimmer light. That, though, is about as far as a male Terran with brown eyes and black hair gets - his gaze is naturally drawn towards the "Throne," at the center of the "room," a flicker of sudden understanding crossing his features. He's not going to stop anyone from freaking out with words alone, and the man seems to realize that, too.
Instead, a male Terran with brown eyes and black hair places his hand on the surface of one of the walls, silently listening to and feeling the pulses in the 'vines,' upon them. He's enraptured, clearly, in another realm of thought entirely.

"Rude." Beatrix utters, though it doesn't seem to be at Finn, but rather at a tough, scarred woman with ashen blonde hair, given the direction of the gun is pointing in, which isn't too far away from her. She's shuffled back some by Finn, boot heels skidding along the ground. Catching sight of the columns about her, she whispers. "Are there fucking vines in here..." And clearly enamoured by this tech, she starts to investigate, tucking her phone away and pulling out her deck again. [Beatrix]
A mood is not set.

It takes Richard another moment to recompose himself. He starts to attempt to retreat to the 'safety' of a wall, but is given pause when the whole damn ship demonstrates it's quite like its owners. "Ah, hell, it's probe time," he complains.

When they arrive back on the mothership with a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair in tow, a man wearing a glossy opaque photoreceptive visor framed with dark metal does not seem surprised. But when it looks like they've brought the ENTIRETY of the group with them, the figure does pause for a brief moment, as though perhaps caught off-guard. "This was not our directive," the figure booms out, as if that might soften the blow on the fact that they just accidentally kidnapped a whole slew of bystanders.

But out of all the screams, it is only a commanding male with salt and pepper dark hair's that they pay heed to. Helmeted head turning in that direction, the towering Sentinel looks down at that mag-rifle before dismissing it just as quickly, as though the man was brandishing a stick at them. "We have no time for emotions, Controller," they express, their voice taking on an odd dual quality, as though multiple voices were speaking through one mouth for a moment. "This is not your mate."

The figure delivers that perhaps harsh pronouncement with a matter-of-fact air before beginning to move toward the intimidating chair on the dais, a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair still held cradled against their broad chest. [a man wearing a glossy opaque photoreceptive visor framed with dark metal]

Beatrix pulls a jack from her deck and starts to scan the walls for a likely spot to plug into. There's no attempt to conceal her actions, but she doesn't stray too far from Finn, Dallas and Richard. All the while, more than a bit distracted by a man wearing a glossy opaque photoreceptive visor framed with dark metal and Queen as they head over to the dais.
A mood is not set.

Dallas flicks her eyes toward Queen with a tch before training one of her revolver on the woman, the other one still pointed at a man wearing a glossy opaque photoreceptive visor framed with dark metal "You gonna shoot me you best hope you kill me in one vex... because I will -not- give you a second chance." she then lets out a low growl at the words of a man wearing a glossy opaque photoreceptive visor framed with dark metal, watching him and a commanding male with salt and pepper dark hair speak whilst keeping her guns ready in her 'mexican standoff', not yet shooting anyone... -Yet-

Supposing that the military has been transported along with them as well, the President is caught up in quite a bit of panic herself seeing just where they are. The color drains from her face as everything seems to sink in. She is, as a result, unable to answer Senator Adrastos's inquiry with anything more than a wide-eyed look. The sound of shouts from a commanding male with salt and pepper dark hair's side of the area seems to disorient her more than snap her to reality. The woman appears thoroughly disturbed when she catches a glimpse of those pulsating vines from her peripheral, watching as a male Terran with brown eyes and black hair leaves to geek out at all the advanced bio-organic tech.
She finally snaps out of it when Senator Adrastos addresses a commanding male with salt and pepper dark hair with a contrasting collectedness. "W-we will observe," she raises her voice to say, though it probably gets lost in the disarray. [the President]

A person wearing a white Guy Fawkes Mask with an uneasy grin with an over-sized, vantablack hoodie holds a simple communicator with small, round buttons on the side in their hand.

A person wearing a white Guy Fawkes Mask with an uneasy grin with an over-sized, vantablack hoodie lifts a simple communicator with small, round buttons on the side communicator and snaps a photo of the area.

A person wearing a white Guy Fawkes Mask with an uneasy grin with an over-sized, vantablack hoodie stops using a simple communicator with small, round buttons on the side.

A person wearing a white Guy Fawkes Mask with an uneasy grin with an over-sized, vantablack hoodie taps a text message into their communicator screen.

Seeing the President's wide-eyed shock has Senator Adrastos give an understanding look towards the woman and in his own ways he tells her, "stand firm, Madam President and be strong." He then looks to a commanding male with salt and pepper dark hair and says, his voice firm, commanding and yet, there is just a subtle hint of understanding of the CorpSec's reactions, "do not do anything we will all regret, Director. Keep your head on your head or we will all suffer for one man's mistake. If you are the Director you claim to be, logic must come first, not emotions. Steel yourself." [Senator Adrastos]

"Of course it's not her," a commanding male with salt and pepper dark hair rumbles out to a man wearing a glossy opaque photoreceptive visor framed with dark metal, a heavy, scoped, CorpSec 'Harbinger' 7.62 assault mag-rifle still firm in his hands- not pointed, but ready enough to snap out. "I knew she was a bloody copy of the woman when we pulled her off the final frontier, return us to Earth- kidnapping is not conducive to good relations." He rumbles out with a rapid tongue, flicking eyes to the convulsing form of a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair. The man tries his communicator a few times in his free hand, trying to pick up a signal to his men- but presumably he can't get anything. He looks around, looking like it's the first time he's absorbed the surroundings. "Queen's balls." He swears under his breath, his attention enraptured upon the aliens as he bears down on them. Like a fly buzzing around a giant, he breathes out, and snaps a gaze over his shoulder. "President! Get your men to control the people, split them into groups- don't bunch up," He asks, his eyes panning around to pick out more people. He focuses on a male Terran with brown eyes and black hair, "See if you can find a way out, doubtful- worth a shot." Back to the aliens, his eyes wide an alarmed- even the Director has a limit of his stoic. He coughs, once, and twice. [a commanding male with salt and pepper dark hair]

Dallas takes deep breaths to try and keep her nerves under control, breathing in, holding it, breathing out. She keeps her weapons trained on the target and the corpsec goon pointing a gun at her. Not letting either revolver drop even an inch. [Hidden]

"Why would you want to leave?" a male Terran with brown eyes and black hair asks of a commanding male with salt and pepper dark hair, curiously - he doesn't even bother looking up from the alien technology he's examining, stroking at it carefully in clear adoration of the technology. "Tak'k otokolkktalta totaokktatokl." a male Terran with brown eyes and black hair murmurs, nearly to himself. "Think of what we could learn, just by the photos! First contact, and they've invited us onto their ship. Can you imagine? All the trouble we went through to see the inside and we're here."

"Figure if I can piggy back into their system, could maybe see if can figure out a way to beam us back down. I mean, assuming they ain' just going to do that themselves." Beatrix explains her motives as she continues to walk around the columns, scanning the various vine like cables that wrap around the surfaces. "Or learn more..." She admits that small motive with a glance Senator Adrastos's way. [Beatrix]
A mood is not set.

Eyes are everywhere, although perhaps it is more of an innate awareness; in such a place, Node appears to be entirely... unchanged. Stoicism reigns as she stands in observation of the unfolding scene without reacting to any of it. Dark curll glide over her shoulder as her head turns thisaway and that, observing the activity of the humans amidst her kind with the mild interest one might bestow while watching insects fight. Beatrix's attempt to plug into the ship would result in absolutely nothing; such puny tech, it seems, has no place in such a setting. [Node]

"Watch it Quinn. Don't want you to die now do we? So put your guns down for now. I don't trust you not to open fire at the drop of a pin." Queen vex passively orders the woman with the narrowing of her eyes. "Calm your fucking tits." She shakes her head, looking to a commanding male with salt and pepper dark hair, tilting her head a fraction. "A...copy? Really?" she then snaps her eyes to a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair, squinting.

A caramel skinned, cool blue eyed woman a few very deep breaths are taken as she keeps focused toward the chaos. Catching where Queen is aiming her gun, she shakes her head minutely, but refocuses toward a commanding male with salt and pepper dark hair, a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair, and the events unfolding near them.


With their arms full of a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair, a man wearing a glossy opaque photoreceptive visor framed with dark metal strides across the room toward the throne, oblivious to people yelling and pointing guns at them. There is a measured gait to their stride, a vague sense of urgency perhaps detected in those movements. While the President declares they will watch and a commanding male with salt and pepper dark hair barks out orders about finding some way out, the towering Sentinel merely looks upon Node for a long moment, as though passing some sort of though to her, before their attention returns to their previous task.
With the blonde in their hold now unresponsive, they mount the dais in a single, long stride before then gently setting her down there upon the throne, nestling her within its intimidating confines. [a man wearing a glossy opaque photoreceptive visor framed with dark metal]

A man wearing a glossy opaque photoreceptive visor framed with dark metal sets a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair on the ground.

"I'm gonna drop your pin in a minute you silly prick!" Dallas yells back to a tough, scarred woman with ashen blonde hair "Trust me I'm in no rush to start a war but I'm not lowering my guns until I'm back home on earth necking as many beers as I can to forget this fucking experience." she says "I don't shoot first... but I definitely don't miss." she hisses. Her gaze flicks to Finn and Richard as if checking they've got her back. [Dallas]

So, plugging in is not an option, but that doesn't stop Beatrix from at least trying to learn more about their tech and how it works, every curious and eager to learn. The deck of hers tucked away, she runs her fingers down some of the cables, patting it like it's some kind of skittish horse. She walks around the columns, examining as she veers a little away from the proles .. though not for long, she's soon making her way back. "It is quite fascinating..." She whispers. [Beatrix]

The President purses her lips and shoots a commanding male with salt and pepper dark hair a dubious look. She sharply angles her head sidelong and mutters something to that visored figure that had kept raising their hand during the most intense moments. The man gives a quick hand gesture and a few words uttered into his comms before the assembly fans out. They place themselves into a linear formation between the humans and the aliens. Guns at the ready, they aim their barrels not toward the proceedings of the extraterrestrials but toward the riotous civilians who had unfortunately been towed on-board... and toward the armed forces of Corpsec.
The Peer's voice has a chill to it as she commands with her posh enunciation, "Cease behaving like imbeciles and think."

A person wearing a white Guy Fawkes Mask with an uneasy grin with an over-sized, vantablack hoodie pulls their elbow up towards themselves with a sudden jerk towards themselves and look about to any 'helpful' Initiative types potentially looking to 'control' them and then they work to try and edge and scoot their way past the edge of the crowd somewhere more into the centre of things.
The figure looks over at a male Terran with brown eyes and black hair and says, "You can translate, Chairman? Or in some capacity?"

Dark eyes catch upon a man wearing a glossy opaque photoreceptive visor framed with dark metal's visor as they turn it in her direction, something silent and unknowable passing between them. Then do their directions diverge; as a man wearing a glossy opaque photoreceptive visor framed with dark metal makes to settle a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair within the intimidating confines of the vast throne, Node turns toward the humans, watching them with her head canted oh so minutely to one side, a single, dusky curl creeping over her shoulder like a tendril of the void itself. [Node]

The throne glows brighter for a moment, pressure suddenly seeming to envelop the room and everyone within it as if some intangible force had suddenly begun weighing down upon them. A wave of energy shudders through the room and the walls begin to undulate with the sound of clattering metal. Renna's fingers grip the arms of the throne with a white knuckled hold and her head is thrown back as another scream echoes throughout the chamber. This time seemingly deeper than sound, heard at the core of everyone's minds as if their heads were splitting open. The metallic tendrils rise from the back of the chair, curling up into the air and suddenly latch onto her head like a thousand strands of hair as they burrow into her skull. Her flesh warps with sudden genetic acceleration, carapace-like growths forming upon her arms, legs, and chest as if to retain some form of human decency before her eyes blink open, black as the the void. She shutters once as if in a shutter stopped film and snaps to, still and stoic upon her throne as she looks upon everyone currently within the chamber in silence. The ground seems to open near the foot of the throne all the while, and from it others rise, though they lack the knife-like ears of the two 'imperfect' brethren currently in the room. They look... disturbingly human as they shift in unison as if they were one to look towards her. [a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair]

When Dallas glances Finn's way, he grimaces, peels off from his spot by those strangely pulsating walls to maneuver to somewhere by her side. -His- gun is never aimed anywhere but the floor, however. "One person fires, folk're gonna start shootin' every which way," he mutters aside to her, voice low and incredibly tense. "Doesn't do us any good, Quinn." [Finn]

With a single breath does Senator Adrastos watch the others carefully for any signs of sudden movements. His laser gaze swoops down upon a man wearing a glossy opaque photoreceptive visor framed with dark metal and watches him move to the 'throne'. He stays with the President through all of this, helping to get their own people in place but mostly to stand as the woman's own personal protector, for whatever that might be worth. As the pressure in the room grows and that sound is heard in the back of his mind, he winces, just a fraction, laser gaze once more shifting on a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair and the events unfolding. [Senator Adrastos]

With that rising pressure and the wave of energy that shudders through the room, Beatrix stumbles back, her shoulder hitting one of the columns, she grabs a hold of it to steady herself. Attempts to get a read on the tech and exactly what it is, and how it works soon forgotten as she tries to catch her breath. Her free hand rises up to push her glasses up, peering over towards the ground that opens up, she lets out an involuntary gasp. [Beatrix]

"Miss Quinn, cease being a dizzy cow and lower your bloody weapon, this is not the time nor place." a commanding male with salt and pepper dark hair rumbles out at Dallas, "Thorne- same statement, names switched over. Savvy? Help control the crowd, stay on Bella." He rumbles out, before he stares blankly at the figure of a man wearing a glossy opaque photoreceptive visor framed with dark metal, as the aliens move away to the dias. His mouth opening and closing in wordless questions, his eyes flick back to a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair, his teeth grinding together- while, he lets a heavy, scoped, CorpSec 'Harbinger' 7.62 assault mag-rifle lower and hang upon its magnetic chest harness. He presents his hands, open and unarmed towards the figures. "This is so far beyond the pale, I hope I'm going to jolt awake with piss stained bedsheets." He breathes out a rough breath, his attitude slowly rebooting as the man comes to grips with his surroundings. A swift nod to the President, and while weapons start pointing at the crowd, the CorpSec Praetorians unlucky enough to have been transported too move opposite.
He moves to follow a man wearing a glossy opaque photoreceptive visor framed with dark metal, staying a safe distance away but he won't let the Alien get out of an interrogation this easily- pausing as the throne begins to glow. He flinches, and jolts back. "Christ on a cracker." [a commanding male with salt and pepper dark hair]

"I fucking know that..." Dallas asides to Finn. She then glares as the iniative military fans out to aim at her and the others "Looks like we won't be the ones making that fuckup though... just president high and mighty instead." she says, voice dripping with venom and audible enough. She now ignores vex, both guns pointed toward the other goons with guns on her. Her trigger discipline is good though, with fingers along the side of her weapons and not on the triggers. Yet. She angles her head at throne as it starts acting like one of those Venusian pornos and she lets out a soft "Fuckin' shit wank..." her arms shake for a moment before she readies herself again, though her attention is less on the government and now on the weird alien shit. At the sounds piercing into her head she doubles over with a yell of pain herself, evidently not coping well with the painful scream from the throne, her weapons now not really aimed at anything as she stagger back up. [Dallas]

"Every known language, which is... Kind of the situation, I suppose. Whatever they're speaking is... I don't know. It's activating my Nodes, but it's not... Recognizing it. Like it's a combination of the words that we know." The man tells a person wearing a white Guy Fawkes Mask with an uneasy grin with an over-sized, vantablack hoodie, smiling their way. This is clearly like a massive field trip to a male Terran with brown eyes and black hair, and the man is grinning stupidly... Till the psychic eminations - a male Terran with brown eyes and black hair grips his head and covers his ears, looking towards the 'Throne,' as a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair is buckled in. "Those mutations..." a male Terran with brown eyes and black hair breathes - though he falls absolutely silent. It's very clear he wants to see what happens next, a pair of vaguely reflective cybereyes, dyed a deep crimson focused firmly on their Queen. "...It's beautiful."

Somewhere, me becomes absorbed into the rest of the riotous crowd. He doesn't find much reprieve from there, trapped in a sea of sweaty, panicked, puny human bodies. [Richard]

After having secured a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair upon the throne, a man wearing a glossy opaque photoreceptive visor framed with dark metal takes two steps back, giving her space as she begins to scream and convulse once more. But there is a protective cast to their stance as the towering Sentinel keeps themselves in between the Terrans on board and their Queen, writhing upon the throne. It would be impossible to see their facial expression behind a glossy opaque photoreceptive visor framed with dark metal, but during the entirety of the display, they remain unmoving, merely watchful, their armored back exposed to most of the crowd.

When a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair finally settles and calms, when the floor opens up to reveal other, far more perfect beings, the Sentinel speaks once more in their deep baritone, addressing the woman on the throne directly when they say, "Our Queen. At last." Again, there is that stiff bow offered up. Again, their hands lift to see a glossy opaque photoreceptive visor framed with dark metal slithering back into their helmet to reveal their pale, sharp features and sky-blue eyes. "We await orders. What are we to do with the Terran nodes. We did not mean to take them." [a man wearing a glossy opaque photoreceptive visor framed with dark metal]

A man wearing a glossy opaque photoreceptive visor framed with dark metal removes a glossy opaque photoreceptive visor framed with dark metal from his face.
A dark haired androgyne with misshapen ears stops using a glossy opaque photoreceptive visor framed with dark metal.

Finn does finally raise his pistol, in response to the Initiative Marine's taking aim at the crowd. His eyes flick across each turn, working his jaw as he picks out which of the lot he might try to take down with him should the firing line do their thing. The glow of the throne breaks his concentration there, but... it's a lot of guns, so perhaps not entirely.

The energy wave dizzies the President, causing her to almost miss a step. Just watching the walls undulating despite their supposed metallic composition sends shivers up her spine. She can do nothing but watch the transformations that a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair undergoes, how she appears to assimilate with the ship itself. The newcomers have the Peer's jaw unhinging for a bit there as she stares at their unsettlingly human humanness. a male Terran with brown eyes and black hair's words draw her focus towards him next but she speaks not a thing to him, content to anxiously wait for this ceremony to finish with the judgement call from a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair. She sneaks a nibble of her nails, her fingers trembling where she stands behind Senator Adrastos. [the President]

Senator Adrastos succeeds his intuition check! [Be088]

Finn's aim probably falters, gun lowering slightly and eyes widening when the floor opens up to reveal that swarm of extraterrestrials.

A person wearing a wooden, beaded Oni mask with long tusks and curved horns remains silently at rapt attention on the proceedings. At the energy wave there's an instinctual shielding of one's features, but then they fall into simply observing once more. A habitual shift of a wooden, beaded Oni mask with long tusks and curved horns happens shortly after.

A person wearing a white Guy Fawkes Mask with an uneasy grin with an over-sized, vantablack hoodie works to try and angle themselves towards the front and holds out their hands to speaks in the silence that others seem to settle into. They take a knee and look to address a dark haired androgyne with misshapen ears and a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair and then look towards a male Terran with brown eyes and black hair, "Will you translate, Chairman?"

A caramel skinned, cool blue eyed woman crouches with the wave of energy, her hands both lifting to lay her palms over her temples, fingertips tangling with her hair as pain etches over her expression. Remaining there in place even as the energy fades, she slowly opens her eyes to look toward the odd figure attached to the throne via vines, looking between a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair, Node, and androg. Tears linger at the corners of her eyes, moisture clinging to her eyelashes, likely lingering from the pain.

A matte plasteel flashlight with several over-sized buttons, held by a tough, scarred woman with ashen blonde hair flickers.

Once the Queen is ensconced upon her throne and those far superior beings are emerging from the floor, Node pays her own respects in the form of a lopsided bow. Straightening after offering such obeisance, she returns her apparent attention to the Terrans milling about and waving firearms. [Node]

A tough, scarred woman with ashen blonde hair grits her teeth suddenly as the scream pierces her skull, lifting up her free hand to clentch an ear before she toughens it out, attaching her hand back onto a bulky CorpSec 'Enforcer' riot shotgun, with boxlike choke and aims it between a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair, glossy and Node with haggard breaths. "Popara paratipa, popara tioon 'raotitin'." She hisses under her breath, almost like a whisper.

A matte plasteel flashlight with several over-sized buttons, held by a tough, scarred woman with ashen blonde hair flickers.

A commanding male with salt and pepper dark hair is still trying to recover from the screech, the man shakes his head- and slams a palm against the side of an enclosed onyx flexiron tactical helmet with opaque visor, it seems his audio receptors are overloaded. He pulls it of his head and attaches it to his equipment belt, still hands now empty of weapons and palms open to show this quite clearly to the Aliens. His eyes wide, but fierce and unrelenting as he continues his step- slower now, unsure, but he's made his decision. His eyes flick between the newcomers, but mainly sit on a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair and the dark one. "Let them go, eh? I'll stay if you let the bastards go back to earth." His voice is hard, his face torn into an ungodly scowl as the seasoned lines on his face deepens, he hooks a thumb behind him- indicating the kidnapped masses.

A commanding male with salt and pepper dark hair stops using an enclosed onyx flexiron tactical helmet with opaque visor.

As his eyes and laser scans everywhere, Senator Adrastos spots the President's nail biting and he gives her a look that might be a scolding one though he speaks not a word. He remains calm, collected and for all appearances, to be keeping his shit together somehow. He then looks to a male Terran with brown eyes and black hair for a brief moment as though awaiting his reply about translating or not. He then looks back to visor and renne. He seems to be awaiting her reply on their very fates. [Senator Adrastos]

A commanding male with salt and pepper dark hair relaxes his finger on his gun's trigger.

A matte plasteel flashlight with several over-sized buttons, held by a tough, scarred woman with ashen blonde hair flickers.

A tough, scarred woman with ashen blonde hair snuffs a matte plasteel flashlight with several over-sized buttons.

Unlike most of the abducted, Beatrix doesn't have a gun out, or any kind of weapon at all really. And though she does look more than a little anxious about the situation playing out, it doesn't stop curious eyes from watching the events unfold. Eventually she side-glances Finn. "Figure if they can beam us up they can beam us down again when they're good and ready. If they wanted us dead, we'd be dead already." [Beatrix]

"Tioo oppaonopatinti paon'pa oonpa pao pao paraopa." a male Terran with brown eyes and black hair assures a tough, scarred woman with ashen blonde hair, looking her way with a pair of vaguely reflective cybereyes, dyed a deep crimson. "You think plasteel shot can get through what they've got? You must be absolutely joking." He doesn't make a move to stop her, though, and it's clear that he doesn't think he has to - the step that he takes away from the Martian woman proves that he thinks the opposite might be occurring, and swiftly.
"I can translate to... Well, whatever you'd like, but I believe they can understand us reasonably well." a male Terran with brown eyes and black hair admits to a person wearing a white Guy Fawkes Mask with an uneasy grin with an over-sized, vantablack hoodie. "We might let the Queen speak, first, though, she's getting settled in, now. She... They? Should probably be coming to soon."

A tough, scarred woman with ashen blonde hair makes a small 'tch' noise and snaps at Senator Adrastos, "I'm not going to open fire dipshit. I'm just sick of this alien crap and not knowing what the fuck is going on."

A tough, scarred woman with ashen blonde hair makes a small 'tch' noise and snaps at a male Terran with brown eyes and black hair, "I'm not going to open fire dipshit. I'm just sick of this alien crap and not knowing what the fuck is going on."

Finn occasionally flicks a glance aside to Dallas, following her lead really, and his only response to Beatrix is a grunt. Probably, it's one of agreement, but things are rarely very clear when it comes to incoherent grunts.

"Vex, papaonpa paoon," a caramel skinned, cool blue eyed woman says aside to a tough, scarred woman with ashen blonde hair, finally gaining at least a bit of her composure as she eases up out of her crouch, tears still lingering at the corners of her eyes. "Ntipa Stanton raonpanti tipa. If he gives more orders, then follow those. For now." She swallows, much of the color drained from her face as she just... stares. [a caramel skinned, cool blue eyed woman]

"We understand all languages," a dark haired androgyne with misshapen ears confirms for a male Terran with brown eyes and black hair without even turning around, that deep baritone tinged with the hodge-podge of many accents still carrying easily through the room. "Save for one. But this is why we bring Our Queen's Node." They leave that at that, sky-blue eyes still trained upon a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair, awaiting her orders. [a dark haired androgyne with misshapen ears]

"Newsflash, brainlet, none of us know what's going on." The man snaps back to a tough, scarred woman with ashen blonde hair, seemingly unimpressed. "Good to know that when you're confused you just start waving sticks around, though. I'm sure that didn't panic anyone at school."
He lapses into silence as the aliens begin to speak, wrapping his own arm around his midsection. [a male Terran with brown eyes and black hair]

What was once Renna Redgrave rises from her throne to stand, her height seeming to have grown in the process of her transformation. She takes a step forward but her feet don't come into contact with the stairs down from the throne. Rather, she seems to hover a few inches off the ground as she glides steadily downward with a trail of thick metallic cords from the back of her skull suspended from the ceiling in her wake. She stops right before a commanding male with salt and pepper dark hair, silent as can be before lifting a hand to touch her fingertips to his cheek. Assuming, of course, he or his men don't open fire on her. "You were not wrong. Renna Redgrave's body terminated when your people violated Quzot space." Her mouth never moves. Instead, everyone would hear her voice in their heads like a whisper. "But her memories were real and this body was our final reconstruction. That you found our pods before we had a chance to integrate and learn more about Terra was.. unfortunate. So many imperfect children dead, ruled by base emotion without a foundation to understand." Her gaze turns steadily, taking everyone in, lingering upon a person wearing a white Guy Fawkes Mask with an uneasy grin with an over-sized, vantablack hoodie with a curious eye. "So many disjointed thoughts. Chaos." The two aliens with her are disregarded for the moment without their answer. [a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair]

Though a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair might verbally ignore them, a dark haired androgyne with misshapen ears still moves with their Queen, following close in the role of a clear bodyguard as their title of Sentinel might suggest. But they are silent for now, deferring to their better. [a dark haired androgyne with misshapen ears]

Dallas puts one of her full hands to her head as the whispers start in the minds of everyone, evidently finding this sort of bullshittery uncomfortable. She gives a worried glance to Finn before returning to the woman speaking with the director "Why do I feel this is going to end with us getting incinerated?" she asks Finn, knuckles white as she grips her guns tightly.

A dark haired androgyne with misshapen ears moves to stand at a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair's side while she speaks. [Tech]

"School? Hmph" a tough, scarred woman with ashen blonde hair scoffs with a small smirk, she says nothing more on the matter, lowering her gun a 'little' but is now glancing between a commanding male with salt and pepper dark hair and 'a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair' with a serious expression. [a tough, scarred woman with ashen blonde hair]

As their Queen moves, so, too now, does Node. Taking up a position alongside a dark haired androgyne with misshapen ears, she too follows in a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair's wake as though in such a place is where she belongs. [Node]

Finn reaches up to adjust the volume on an earpiece he isn't wearing, grimaces and shakes his head. That doesn't help at all, and his expression only sours further. Hissing through his teeth, he attempts to snidely answer Dallas, "Have faith in the President -- Her firin' line'll shoot us first."

Beatrix is largely quiet, no longer throwing out the witty remarks, she watches from the sidelines. She stays close to Finn and Dallas both, hands tucked in her pockets.

The President doesn't dare interrupt the alien Queen. Of course not. She's had enough grooming in her lifetime to know the proper decorum for times such as... not exactly this, but similar maybe. The look Senator Adrastos gives her is returned with an incredulous one, like she hadn't been doing anything illegal with her own personal nails. But for as long as a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair speaks, she is silent with her rapt attention on her otherworldly grace.

A commanding male with salt and pepper dark hair's eyes widen as a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair raises from the throne, hovering. He whispers under his breath, "Fuck me." He shakes his head, blinking his eyes- he flinches back slightly as the figure stops before him and brushes fingers against his cheek. His scowl lessens some, his real eye twitching. His men don't fire, thankfully, but their intense stares are daggers enough. "You killed her. You killed my wife, you killed all those people aboard the final frontier. Murdered them without even a warning- a warning we could understand. You stole our species hope, whoever you are-" The man rumbles out, his teeth clenching. "You sent our species on a path of self destruction these past twenty years, and for what- because our first step out of our solar system intersected with your space?" He shakes his head, "That is not right. Not right at all." At the mention of the creatures they killed, "Tit for tat then." A pause, he stands his ground, his voice wavers ever-so slightly. "What are you going to do with us? And not here- the rest of humanity. You clearly outmatch us, as much of a fight we would put it it'd be like spitting on a tiger. And I can tell you, that's not a good look." He rumbles, his eyes intense, afire behind the sockets as he bears them down on a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair.

A caramel skinned, cool blue eyed woman isn't paying all that much attention to the chaos and random conversation surrounding now, keeping her attentions fully toward a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair, a dark haired androgyne with misshapen ears, and Node with the beginning of the exchange of words. There's a brief intake of her breath as the 'queen' lifts her hand to touch a commanding male with salt and pepper dark hair's cheek, and a narrowing of her eyes, but she keeps her place silently.

"Dunno what's worse..." Dallas grumbles to Finn "Being obliterated by aliens or shot by corporate lackeys." she then goes quiet as a commanding male with salt and pepper dark hair speaks, her grim expression behind her mask softening a little at the mans pain and anger. She lowers her revolvers toward the ground before looking at the alien queen "Better spitting on a tiger than laying down and waiting for death..." she says quietly, it being pretty evident what her reaction to humanity being attacked might end up being. [Dallas]

"And it's exactly what we were going to do before they spoke with us." a male Terran with brown eyes and black hair says to a commanding male with salt and pepper dark hair, looking his way with a frown. "Nuke them, suicide missions into the Mothership, torture them for information." The man looks towards a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair with his cybereyes, that frown sticking on his features as he looks her over, not contributing any more to that particuar line of conversation.

A dark haired androgyne with misshapen ears glances aside at Dallas with a quick shift of their sky-blue eyes before their attention is back upon a commanding male with salt and pepper dark hair and a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair. [Hidden]

Senator Adrastos's laser gaze sets over to Dallas for a moment before he states, "they are there to keep you lot from getting trigger happy and starting a war we are trying to prevent." He then looks back to a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair and the other aliens. Returning to his protection over the President and watching for what comes next. Fight or freedom.

A person wearing a white Guy Fawkes Mask with an uneasy grin with an over-sized, vantablack hoodie pauses in their place where they kneel before a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair and they seem to gather themselves to speak in their own robotic tone after a commanding male with salt and pepper dark hair makes his heated statement and there's a slow sound that seems to rattle from in their chest, "Humanity does not speak with one heart, or one mind, or one voice. And there is a great deal of life that is not human and played no part in our trespass against you, uniformed as it might have been." And the figure opens up their hand to reveal a little brown acorn with a tiny cap as an example perhaps of that life, "I was called and I have come, and I would beg to ask ... what contrition can be offered to fix the offense we have offered?"

A dark haired androgyne with misshapen ears looks down at a person wearing a white Guy Fawkes Mask with an uneasy grin with an over-sized, vantablack hoodie when the masked figure kneels, taking them in with those cool, sky-blue eyes. "Our Rogue Controller," the Sentinel acknowledges them with the faintest of nods before falling silent. Clearly, a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair has the reins now.

"That is not for me to decide." The Scion Queen replies silently within the resounding minds of everyone in attendance like a whisper across the grass. The room's walls seem to shift as if sighing for her, her fingers withdrawing as if stung by something unspoken. She doesn't answer the statement he makes about humanity's hope and 'the transgression'. She simply leaves them to talk of that between one another as she steadily floats backwards. "We do not know. The Queen is an emmissary of the chosen children, created to understand. To gauge, weigh, and measure the unknown. An instrument to gauge humanity and understand this thing Terran nodes experience." Her black eyed gaze turns to a person wearing a white Guy Fawkes Mask with an uneasy grin with an over-sized, vantablack hoodie and a decidedly human emotion cracks her lips, a smile, though it appears manufactured. Wholly alien in a way as if she were mimicing something she may still not grasp. "There is no fixing the transgression. Terrans trespassed and did not heed the warnings. We ended the problem, and now we observe." [a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair]

A male Terran with brown eyes and black hair is, expectedly at this point, silent. It's a conversation between a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair, a person wearing a white Guy Fawkes Mask with an uneasy grin with an over-sized, vantablack hoodie, and rent, at this point, and the man closes his eyes for a moment, seemingly enjoying the psychic soothing that the aliens provide - either by happy circumstance or function. The man isn't still, though, instead suddenly recalling something and reaching into his breastpocket for a thing.
And, eventually, he finds it. a male Terran with brown eyes and black hair, the absolutely irredeemable smoker, has found the remnants of a cigarette in his breastpocket and what does he do? Why, the only thing you could possibly do on an alien vessel, trapped in space, psychically communicating with a species that could destroy your race. He smokes. End Times, baby.

A male Terran with brown eyes and black hair lights a premium cigarette made with aromatic tobacco.
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Re: Introducing the Scions

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"Planning for statistical defensive probabilities does an operation not make, Chairman, would you rather we sat with our thumbs up our arses?" a commanding male with salt and pepper dark hair rumbles over his shoulder, spearing a look at a male Terran with brown eyes and black hair, his eyes snapping away, landing back upon a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair and her courtly entourage. Though, he stares aghast at a person wearing a white Guy Fawkes Mask with an uneasy grin with an over-sized, vantablack hoodie, "They... killed our people, our best and brightest. They send humanity into a depressive spiral of self destruction, and you're asking what we can to do apologise to them?" The man states, "Christ." He rumbles out, "No- It's not us who needs to do the apologising. Not at all. Not in the slightest." His eyes shift back to a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair to await her response. "And so you have observed, what have you observed since that day, how have you seen our society change?" [a commanding male with salt and pepper dark hair]

Dallas simply rolls her eyes at Senator Adrastos's response about being trigger happy before flicking her gaze toward Finn "Don't suppose you've got a hip flask or something on you?" she asks him quietly "This is starting to become the levels of worrying I need a stiff drink for." she then nods at a commanding male with salt and pepper dark hair's words, evidently agreeing with the corpsec man. A rare occurance perhaps.

Every syllable that echoes in the group's collective heads only seems to leave Finn more on edge. His aim drops towards the ground shortly after Dallas's does, and he says nothing, rolling kinks from his shoulder as he glowers at the collective, humanity and aliens both. It takes him a moment to hear Dallas's question, and then he silently reaches for his bag. "Ain't stiff enough," he apologizes. [Finn]

It takes some rifling before Finn produces a can of beer, just passing it off to Dallas. Apparently he lives out of that bag. [Finn]

Finn gives a tall aluminum can of dark beer with a green knotwork logo to Dallas.

Though a question or two seems to flicker across the President's dark eyes, she opts to remain silent while others speak, perhaps far too polite to interrupt the interaction between a commanding male with salt and pepper dark hair, a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair, and a person wearing a white Guy Fawkes Mask with an uneasy grin with an over-sized, vantablack hoodie. The smell of a bitter herb wafts her way and so her hooded gaze finds what a male Terran with brown eyes and black hair had resigned himself to. She looks away toward the civilians then, idly skimming faces while she keeps her opinions to herself. [the President]

A tough, scarred woman with ashen blonde hair tenses her jaw and darts her tounge out before speaking. "I doubt there's a point in making them apologise, Director. They don't seem the type to even think about it." She states, after a few moments and adds, "No offense" to whomever on the alien spectrum might be listening.

Senator Adrastos's laser gaze looks towards a commanding male with salt and pepper dark hair. "Would humanity have done any different to strangers invaiding their home? How many times has humanity warred on itself in our time? How often do we kill one another," he pauses to hone his laser on the Queen and her alien chummers. "I do not agree with what they did. No human would, but let us not pretend that we are better."

"We have only begun to observe, Controller." The Scion Queen responds as she stares directly at him before turning to begin the ascent back up towards her throne. "We will be among you, for a time. No answer can be given without first processing the data needed." A slow turn and she settles back into the seat, appearing tired as the walls shift and slack. "Transport them back to the service, Sentinel." [a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair]

"We have only begun to observe, Controller." The Scion Queen responds as she stares directly at him before turning to begin the ascent back up towards her throne. "We will be among you, for a time. No answer can be given without first processing the data needed." A slow turn and she settles back into the seat, appearing tired as the walls shift and slack. "Transport them back to the surface, Sentinel." [a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair]

The man just rolls his eyes and shakes his head - it's clearly not a conversation he's willing to have in the bowels of an alien vessel. He gives one last look to a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair, and then the President, before just resigning himself to his cigarette, smoking quietly. A more quiet noise of affirmation is made for the words of Senator Adrastos, as a male Terran with brown eyes and black hair looks down to adjust a bloody burgundy necktie of silk whorled in a Windsor knot. And, just like that, they're getting transported back. Like magic! [a male Terran with brown eyes and black hair]


Dallas holsters one of her pistols to accept the can being passed to her before looking it over and shaking her head, evidently deciding against it as she passes it back to Finn "Keep it." she tells him with a soft sigh. A frown passes over her face at some of things being said but otherwise she says nothing.

Dallas gives a tall aluminum can of dark beer with a green knotwork logo to Finn.

For what it's worth, a dark haired androgyne with misshapen ears doesn't seem offended. They don't seem much of anything, though, really, to be perfectly fair. Though the Sentinel remains poised and alert, their eyes do begin to wander in a vague sweep, taking in the various Terran nodes and controllers. They gaze down upon a person wearing a white Guy Fawkes Mask with an uneasy grin with an over-sized, vantablack hoodie for a time before then shifting their attention toward the President in her perhaps polite silence. There, their sky-blue gaze lingers up until the point when a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair begins to move back to the throne and makes her decree that it's time for them to let the Terrans go.
"Yes, Our Queen," they answer in their deep voice, speaking aloud as ever as opposed to a young woman with blue eyes and blonde hair's more telepathic communication. [a dark haired androgyne with misshapen ears]

Finn just sort of frowns at the lukewarm can of beer Dallas has passed back to him. "Ain't wealthy enough for whiskey," he tells her, shrugging, and cracks it open with a hiss. It could almost be celebratory, given the Queen's pronouncement, but the look on his face is still rather sour.

Finn drinks from a tall aluminum can of dark beer with a green knotwork logo.

"We were on the road to be better," a commanding male with salt and pepper dark hair rumbles out at Senator Adrastos, "We were making progress as a society, looking outwards instead of in- hopeful to the future, hopeful to find discovery out there in the galaxy. We had a chance to put aside petty differences and work together, but no- that was taken from us. Taken by murder." He seems to have said enough, the man fuming inside his flexiron armour. He grumbles, steps backwards and makes a gesture at his CorpSec goons to prepare themselves. [a commanding male with salt and pepper dark hair]

Electronics in the area start to cut to static as the air splits with an interdimensional Anomaly. [OOC]

And just like that, time has run out for questions and everyone is being glitched back to Earth. the President hasn't said a word in a while and she certainly doesn't now when she makes eye contact with one of the marines and shows the faintest nudge of her head in signal. The soldiers begin to file back to her side, leaving the civilians where they are, in one piece. [the President]
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