007: AMAs, Third Round

[tarnishedavenger]

So, we've got a load of new people, and that means it's time for me to do the only thing it feels like I get on these comms to do anymore: AMAs.

For you new people, I find it helps when we get together and explain a little bit about ourselves, any powers we have, and our skillsets. That way we know what we're starting with and what we can build off of. So, please, come and introduce yourselves and be willing to answer questions.

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[tarnishedavenger]

As last time, my name is Kevin Armstrong. I'll answer to Kevin, Armstrong, Captain Armstrong, or VIPER-X. Formerly I was a Silver Avenger, one of the guys who kept supervillains and superheroes in line. After I left due to political differences, I joined VIPER, a private organization that works to build a finer world without PRIMUS' narrow America-centric view. I've been with them on and off since 1992, and it's 2010 in my world.

For twenty-five years, I've used my powers to fight superhumans, giant monsters, demigods, demons, and terrorists. Silver Avengers undergo the Cyberline process, which gives me enhanced physical abilities. Formerly I could comfortably lift six tons, and could push as high as forty in a pinch, but since coming here I'm a bit more... limited. I can fight with a blade, my bare hands, and just about any ranged weapon you hand me, though I prefer a sonic rifle and a jetpack.

I don't really like to brag, but I'll answer any questions you have for me. I've taken responsibility for arranging some of the hand to hand combat lessons on the Rig, so if you'd like to add yourself to the organization, feel free. If not, go ahead and do what you like.

[bothbarrels]

So I guess you're not really worried about running into somebody with an agenda against you here.

ALIA

[xrater]

My name's Alia and I am a Replicated Android, a Reploid. I provide support for the Maverick Hunters, a group that works to end the threat of... [She heaves a sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose.] ...insane killer robots from what's likely your future. It's the early 23rd Century where I'm from.

As a Reploid, I'm superior in most physical aspects to most normal humans. No offense intended. I'm also an engineer and a scientist, and I'm responsible for some of the programs you'll find on your comms.

I'm not sure what else needs saying, so ask away?

[tarnishedavenger]

I haven't had a secret identity since the late 90s. A 'friend' framed me for a crime and, well. Things got messy for a while.

If someone had an agenda against me and was stupid enough not to realize that helping each other out is the only way to keep our heads above water here, one of us would be dead by now.

video; Theta appearance and dialog in purple

[bothbarrels]

Hi, everyone. You can call me North, which is an old codename of mine, or you can call me by my actual name, Andrew. No nicknames, though, please. I am not "Andy" or "Drew".

Now, I guess you all have become a lot more familiar with Project Freelancer than you were the last time we had one of these, so if you have any questions about my role in that, you can ask away. Though I will tell you up front I was a team sniper and stealth agent, could bench 400 kilos while wearing my armor, and made for an unstoppable team with my twin sister, South. She's here, too.

And courtesy of Project Freelancer, I also have a friend who came with me, an AI named Theta.

[ Theta projects his hologram next to North. In appearance, he seems to be in some kind of armor, but he also has the proportions of a child of about 10. His colors are magenta and purple. ]

Hi, there. You can ask me questions if you want, too. I won't bite.

[bothbarrels]

Point taken. I'm sorry that happened to you, that sounds miserable.

[tarnishedavenger]

It was, but thanks.

[inner_child]

[ Theta's hologram is bouncing up and down as he speaks. ]

Hey, Alia, could you make another one of those puzzle servers for my friend Delta? He's here too, now. I think he gets bored a lot.

[xrater]

Sure! I'll just clone the one I originally designed for you, then tweak the seeds so the puzzles are different.

Are you enjoying yours?

[notvulcan]

I'm Michael Burnham. I was a xenoanthropolgist and science officer on the Starfleet ship USS Discovery in the 23rd century, before being teleported here. I was on my way to the 32nd century via a time travel suit, but I'm unaware of whether I succeeded in leading Discovery there—I woke up here, but Discovery has never appeared in the time I've been here. So it may not have worked.

Otherwise, I'm a human who was raised by Vulcans, I attended the Vulcan Science Academy, and I graduated at the top of my class. I have studied many different cultures and societies that have been encountered in Federation space, and elsewhere. I've been to other dimensions before, which is what I suspect this place to be, so I'm aware the rules I'm used to may not apply. If you have noticed any clues here that might help me figure out whether I'm in the same dimension I came from, let me know. I'd be interested in hearing them.

[inner_child]

I love it!

[ He adds with some good humor: ]

And North likes it too, since he gets to sleep earlier at night, now.

[xrater]

Another 23rd century? Interesting. We don't have any star fleets, our space ships are mostly for travel within the inner planets. We can teleport people to other planets, but the energy cost is prohibitive.

What are Vulcans like?

[xrater]

It sounds like everyone's coming up a winner from this, then!

[whethertheyshould]

"I met a traveler from an ancient land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless," ah...

[ Here he pauses for a moment. ]

Oh! "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a..."

[ A longer pause no. ]

Damn, I thought I had this whole thing memorized. Oh, well, what do you expect, I'm a mathematician.

[xrater]

"I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”

Chaos theory. Pfah.

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[hallelujahjunction]

Pleasure to meet y'all, I'm Dan Sagittarius. [Dan's voice is raspy and fried like someone dragged it behind a truck for six miles.]

I'm from the year 2020 and Earth, since it seems we got some variance on that. Back home, I go looking for whatever supernatural things are terrorizing or killing people and I try to de-escalate the situation, which usually gets me classified as a monster hunter since unfortunately sometimes I gotta shoot someone.

I can't say I got many skills to offer except if you want to learn human firearms up until, you know, 2020. I been hitting targets since since before I could string a full sentence together. I ain't half bad at piano or poledancing either, but those don't never come into play around here. But I'm friendly, I promise I don't bite.

[hallelujahjunction]

That's what, Shelley?

[xrater]

That'd be the guilty party, yes.

Re: ALIA

[hallelujahjunction]

These insane killer robots sapient, by any chance? Just wondering if your job's like the science-fiction future of mine.

[zerg_rush]

[Kerrigan is red-haired, green-eyed, and really pretty. She also looks kinda like she's having teeth pulled. This is a good idea and she should probably stop keeping to herself so much, but that doesn't mean she has to like it.]

Sarah Kerrigan. I started out as a Confederate ghost, a special forces stealth operative. Insurrectionists pulled me out and I was with them for about a decade. [She looks to be in her mid-20s, which, if you do the math, means this Confederacy seems to have a bit of a child soldier problem.] Before you ask, neither side is the good guys.

I'm very good at penetration, operating behind enemy lines, marksmanship, and hand-to-hand. I've commanded up to the fleet XO level, but don't make me do any of that naval crap unless it's absolutely necessary.

Oh, right. I'm a telepath. So yes, if you're in the same room with me, I can hear what you're thinking.

That's it.

[No, wait.]

...The clock just rolled over to the 26th century where I am, since I guess that matters.

That's it.

[xrater]

In the early stages of the computer virus they suffer from, yes! As time goes on, however, they unfortunately grow less aware and more destructive.

[hallelujahjunction]

We got spirits like that, start sapient and then just become destructive forces.

[happily oblivious to Alia's real deal]

[zerg_rush]

How good's your on-board camo? [Since obviously they have that, right?] I'm not used to having a marine along, but it could be handy.

video | Locked to New Hires

[acroodawakening]

Ooh, ooh! I love these. Question games.

[Guy is apparently very sick all of a sudden. It's not like "blargh, I'm dying of plague," more like he's been hit with many different colds at once. Due to a dearth of tissues, he snagged a whole toilet paper roll to just keep blowing his nose on.]

I have to do mine locked though because intelligence-wise I'm aiming for something in the range of a low log, maybe a very high rock? In terms of how smart Jorgmund thinks I am.

My name's Guy. Guy Crood. I'm from a planet that's in its stone age. I used to fight in death matches in another nightmare future, but I'd prefer to be known for things like my storytelling, sharp wit, or the fact I invented shoes - or at least thought them up the same time other people did. No powers as of yet but I'm not sure if I just need to figure them out.

[He nods his head slightly.]

I found out recently - before I was in the other place, anyway - that my world discovered agriculture, so that's pretty cool.

[He sneezes and blows his nose on more toilet paper.]

Ignore the cold. Apparently I'm not, in fact, dying, even though this is what dying looks like back home. New world, new germs, and unlike the last world I was in, they can't vaccinate against the more minor stuff here. So they said I'm going to probably get all the colds. Every cold. Until I build some immunity. Like little kids apparently do.

[ownperson]

One of these days, I'm gonna introduce you as my twin brother and nothing else. See how you feel.

[ She actually sounds like she's genuinely joking with him, though North knows her well enough to know there's a little note of annoyance in it. Only a little, though. ]