2016-05-16 - Our Destiny Awaits

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Our Destiny Awaits

Summary: Artanis finally gets properly recruited to the NTSDF



Who: Artanis, Miriya, Violet
When: May 16th, 2016
Where: NTSDF Ground Base


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The information contained within this log is to be considered information gained Out of Character (OOC).
This information may not be used as In Character (IC) knowledge or in roleplay unless it has been learned in-game or permission has been granted by the parties involved.

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Violet climbs down from the ladder of the two-seater VF-19 before pulling off her helmet. "Well!" she says with a grin as she looks to Miriya. "I think I did a heck of a lot better today!"

Miriya smiles back "I didn't have to do a thing"

Let's try this again shall we? Artanis arrives at the NTSDF courtyard in another search to see if he can find an official he can talk to in order to join the fleet. The shorter than average Protoss looks around with wide glowing blue eyes and calls out telepathically to anyone who might be present. "Hello?"

At the gate, the big, burly guard nearly flips out, turning to his rather pudgy companion. "It's back again! The freaky thing I was telling you about!"

The pudgier one, who's not been there every previous time Artanis has tried to talk, looks at the beefy guard, then up at Artanis. "Dude! He's a freaking protoss! That's awesome! Who are you and what's your business here?" Well, this guy seems to have played Starcraft.

Violet grins at Miriya. "I'm told it runs in my blood." She then frowns slightly. "Though I guess you have me beaten on that account, seeing as you were specifically grown for the purpose."

Miriya says, "Even Meltrans take pot luck coming out of their vats. I could have ended up a soldier on the cleaning crew." she pulls off her helmet and tosses her hair back, then looks over at the altercation at the gate "but what's this then?"

Finally! Some freaking service around here! "En Taro Zeratul." Artanis greets the guards amicably. He doesn't care that people were avoiding him before, he's just glad that he finally gets to meet with someone that wants to talk to him. "I am Artanis and I was directed to this institution in order to join the fleet."

The pudgy one blinks and looks at his beefy companion. "You turned him down? He's like... one of the big named ones, man!"

"Yung, I have absolutely no clue what the hell you're talking about!"

Yung, the pudgy one, looks back up to Artanis. "Big fan of your series, sir! Lemme see if I can find someone on the command staff to okay you coming in!" He starts talking into a comlink on the cuff of his uniform.

Violet, meanwhile, glances over as Miriya directs her attention towards the gate. "Is that... Artanis?" She holds up a hand to wave at the protoss. "I wonder what the holdup is?" She asks as she starts walking in that general direction.

Miriya gives the fighter one last quick once over and then tucking her helmet under her arm, follows.

"Thank you kindly for your assistance." Artanis notes with no small amount of relief to his telepathic voice. Though he has no mouth to convey emotions, he still appears to be happy, his eyes narrow a bit as his cheeks rise up in what appears to be the equivalent of a Protoss smile. As he looks up, he notices Violet waving down at him and he returns the wave. "Greetings!" Yes, today Artanis is a happy Protoss.

The guard at the gate waves to Violet as well. "Good evening, Lt. Commander, and hello~, Lieutenant!" He raises and lowers his eyebrows at Miriya. Unfortunately, Yung seems to also be a Macross fan. "Aaahm, we currently have a fairly heroic Protoss leader that wishes to join the fleet!"

Violet, in turn, raises a single eyebrow at the guard. "Uh... thank you..." she peers at the man's nametag. "Private Yung. But I'm already familiar with Artanis here. If I've got clearance to let him in, go ahead and let him in."

"Yes ma'am!" says Yung as he opens the gate for Artanis.

Miriya just watches the goings on.

Oh and recognition too! Truly nothing could ruin this day! Actually, it is best that Artanis reigns his thoughts just in case he jinxes it, as the Terrans say. The Protoss wasn't a believer of those strange superstitions but its best not to incur the wrath of unknown sources of energy that might reside here in NeoTokyo. Artanis nods to Yung in gratitude and says,"Again, you have my thanks for helping me. I will not forget this service." He says before walking inside the base as the gate is opened for him.

Yung grins and salutes Artanis as the protoss leaves. Violet, on the other hand, motions for him to follow her as she walks towards the base proper. "So, you've decided you want to join us?" she asks him, clearly unaware of his earlier attempts. "You met Lt Genius, right? I think she was there when you first showed up."

Miriya waves politely. "Hello Artanis. We meet again."

Artanis walks alongside Violet almost as if she were an old friend. But indeed, Protoss do build strong bonds to those that fight alongside them, and for Artanis, Violet might as well be a sister in arm. "I decided to join long ago, even before the Angel attacked." Explains the Protoss. "As the Hierarch of the Daelaam, battle is all I've known in my entire life, I have been groomed exclusively for it. There is nothing, truly, that I can do besides it." He glances at Miriya and nods politely. "Indeed, it is good to make your acquaintance once again."

Violet raises an eyebrow as Artanis describes his upbringing, and then looks to Miriya. "Well, don't you two have a lot in common, then." She walks up to the door and just opens it, saying, "Watch your head... though I guess you'll hear that a lot." She doesn't seem to be the sort of officer that expects lower ranks to do little things like opening doors for her. She did go ahead in first, however. "Lessee...The recruitment office was... ah, over there." She continues guiding them over.

Miriya laughs. "She has a point" turning to Artanis she adds. "My people are a warrior culture too"

The Protoss glances at Miriya. "Truly? It just goes to show how subtle the strangeness of NeoTokyo can be. I had mistaken you for another Terran. You will have to describe your people at length to me sometime." Also, no need to worry about Artanis smashing his head on door frames. He's quite used to navigating Terran installations and he ducks his head wherever its needed.

Violet says, "Heheh... You think you're tall, you should have seen Miriya when she tried to attack Earth." She shakes her head as she laughs, then opens the door. "Hey, I've got an overqualified one for you guys."

Several of the officers in the room(hey, it's not after hours this time, so there's more than one here!) poke their heads around their cubicles, and one of them calls, "Dibs!" Another, seemingly disapointed, mumbles something about preferring to play Zerg anyway."

Miriya just chuckles.

"I am actually quite short in comparison to the average Protoss." Artanis confesses with his glowing blue eyes growing wide. "About half a foot shorter than most of our warriors and certainly far shorter than our most legendary fighter, Fenix."

As they enter, Artanis perplexedly looks at the Terran officers who jump out to greet him.

The officer takes Artanis to his cubicle and, upon finding out he's talking to Artanis, starts typing like mad on his computer. "Wow, okay, so, you're qualified for a lot. As far as what we have openings for, though, I'm seeing... we have one ship with some openings in its command structure, and of course we could use some more pilots..." He glances up at Artanis with a raised eyebrow. "I'm not sure you'll fit in any of our current fighters, to be honest. I don't suppose yours came with you?"

Violet leans back against the wall next to the door into the main hallway, bouncing her helmet on her knee. "Well, what do you think of him so far, Miriya?"

Miriya ponders "well he talks, not unlike a zentran. I'm sure he'll be a dedicated warrior.

Artanis sits down at the cubicle, and once again rather surprisingly, the chair he's sitting on doesn't crumble under his weight as one might expect it would. When the officer starts typing furiously, Artanis once again blinks. "B..But I haven't told you anything about myself." That's when he realizes it, that's right, these people probably played Starcraft and thus know far more about him than he might realize.

At the question of his ship, he shakes his head. "Unfortunately no. I was transported here by lonesome. However, I am working closely with Iron Man and we have been exchanging our technology. In the future, I suspect I could even replicate my ship if I am given the proper tools."

Miriya says, "...And his technical skills appear much greater..."

The officer raises an eyebrow. "Well, that would be useful... but for now... I suppose we do have an opening in the command structure of one ship. You would need to be approved by its captain, though, who is..." He blinks, then leans his head out of the cubicle to take a look out there, then ducks back in. "Huh. Well, I guess I'll just write up the forms, then, and send it off to command for approval, if you're interested."

"I may have my suspicions as to who you are referring to." Artanis says with a sly tone to his telepathic voice, eyes narrowed in thought. He widens his eyes again though and simply nods. "Certainly, I am very interested. Submit my application for the position."

Violet sneezes. "Ugh... where'd that come from?"

The recruitment officer nods. "Very well, just one thing... Do you have any contact information, so we can get back to you after everything has fully gone through? Nothing's officially gone through, but given your record, you're just the type we'd like to have on board. But everything still needs to get processed first, of course."

Miriya inches away muttering something about 'earther space plague'

Artanis gives a telepathic hmm as he thinks. "Contact information.." Does he have any? He's been living in the shelter ever since he arrived to NeoTokyo, or simply sleeping at the park. After a moments' though, Artanis realizes he does have something. He writes what appears to be an e-mail and Battle Net tag on a sticky note and slides it to the officer.

The recruitment officer types the information in and sets the note aside before standing up, offering his hand. "Well, sir, It is an honor to meet you, and an honor to have you in the fleet!"

Artanis stands up as well and shakes the officer's hand. "Likewise! May honor guide us all."



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