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Hivestuck
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PostPosted: Mon Sep 11, 2017 6:56 am
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=>Take Conveyor 12
You get into line and eventually step into Conveyor 12, a small room lit by powerful green light strips. The door slides closed behind you, and a light set into the wall over it flicks red. The room starts to rise slowly, but eventually picks up speed. After at least ten minutes of rumbling, the light above the door flicks yellow, then green, and it slides open.

The room outside seems like a cross between a departures lounge and canteen. All the trolls hanging around are in military uniform, and if you don't have one, a sign directs you towards a quartermaster who sits behind a desk and hands over uniforms for first-timers. Changing rooms are down a corridor, along with a small gymnasium, dormitories, a medics office, and a private officers lounge. The energy in the room is laid back, with a certain edge of excitement. Most of the trolls milling around have never been off the planet, and the amount of older trolls not behind a desk or otherwise in a position of authority can be counted on one hand.
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New military trolls:

After you've had some time to look around and get settled, a sleepy looking orangeblood officer with a clipboard approaches you. "Good to have you with us, soldier. Here's what you need to know. We've got a lot of spaceships just floating around Alternia, with no power and no way to determine if they're working or not. The junkers will be shot down from the planet, but the ones that are still functional will be powered up and reclaimed for future use."

One hand waves towards a side passage out of the canteen. The words 'Docking Area' are deeply embedded up the side of the wall on either side of the door. "Your assignment is simple. We will be receiving reports of which ships need boarding for closer examination. Then we'll be sending out teams, that means trolls like you, to board those ships, find the control room, and contact headquarters for further instructions."

Tapping the clipboard, they look you over. Their expression is fairly inscrutable, but you get the vague impression that they've seen better signs. "Of course, we're not just throwing trolls out into space in a disorganised mess. You'll need to have an lieutenant to report back to. You'll be notified when you've been given one. They'll be selecting you, so try and make a good impression, hmm? When you've been assigned your commanding officer, finish picking up your uniform and whatever else you need. Then wait for the announcement to head to the docking area." Giving you a nod, they shuffle off to another troll fresh off the elevator.


Promoted trolls:
If you have been promoted by Regina in the past or have received a letter recently. (See post below)
After you've had some time to look around and get settled, a sleepy looking orangeblood officer comes up to you. Tapping a finger to their head in a relaxed salute, they lower their voice and speak to you quietly. "Welcome lieutenant. If you'd come with me?" Leading you to a locked door, they let you through into a medium sized office, then closing the door behind them, they sit down in a chair behind the desk, and wave you to sit down in the opposing chair.

"Thank you. We'll be shipping out a massive amount of volunteers and military trolls into the ship-belt surrounding the planet during this operation. While we encourage you to get out and lead a team of trolls yourself, we also need you to take some leadership responsibilities back here on-base. We'll be posting new recruit information in the officers lounge as they come in, and it's your job to grab the ones you want working under you. If you get good trolls, they'll make you look good. Or if you can put some shine on a few dung piles, that'll be a positive note on your record." Digging in their desk, they pull out a small package with your name on it. Sliding it across the desk, they give you time to open it up and have a look at the contents. Inside is a shiney new pin to mark your upgraded station.

When you've finished inspecting the contents, the orangeblood clears their throat until they have your attention. "Here's the overview of what we'll be doing. First there'll be a speech from the empress. No idea what about. After, we will begin to launch teams out from the pod bay we've got built. While we know a bunch of ships can just be detonated - outdated, too damaged, whatever - we have others that we don't know the state of. We don't want to destroy ships that can still be used, so we need teams to go in and asses their state, then either detonate them, or wire in our helmsmen so we can get control of them. Teams will be formed as and when we get requests coming in. Ideally this is a time for recruits to find out what other trolls they work well with in a hostile environment."

Tapping their fingers on the desk in front of them, they look around the room once. "We've done some initial scans and recon, and there's heavy undead activity on all the ships. Seems like once they get into space, daywalkers are active all hours of the night. We're also interested in making sure no trolls get ... sticky fingers while they're on the ship. There's a lot of classified military information floating about that does not need to be in civilian hands. Team leaders should be handing over all documents found, keyword should. It'll be your job as lieutenant to touch base with trolls under you who took leadership positions. You should find out how their missions went, what they brought back, and ensure that it's been handed over. Also ..." Rubbing their hands together slowly, the orangeblood sighs. "... of course, we have civilian volunteers. The 'Temporary Outreach Corps'." The disapproval is visible on their face and in their voice. "We will be allowing them to lead teams of their own, but they will also be under your jurisdiction. Don't put up with any backtalk from them. I think that's all, unless you have questions?"

If you have questions for the orangeblood, quote the mule with them. Once you are done, feel free to leave the office!

OOC:
Congratulations! You've been given responsibility and the position of lieutenant. If your troll would rather not, they don't have to take any trolls under them, but it will not look good on their permanent record, and they will be demoted to corporal.

To take a troll, simply monitor the main space tower thread. Once someone signs up with a new troll using the Military Recruitment Request, quote them with the name of your lieutenant troll to claim them. If, once everyone has signed up, there are trolls remaining, and you have less trolls under you than other lieutenants, you will be given the remaining trolls until you are at an equal amount. The rest will be distributed to keep things even. Again, if you have not taken any trolls by this point, your troll will be demoted to corporal at this point.

As a lieutenant, your troll has been given a small-ish temporary office in the warren of corridors that link the army and temporary outreach barracks. This is where trolls under them should come to report in. To create their office, start a new thread in the main subforum entitled =>[META] Trollname's Office. If you would like to use a template, feel free to take the npc lieutenant's office. The first post can be a description of them in their office and should also contain the following text. This thread needs to be up by the time ships start opening for exploration, using official meta dates.

[quote]This room is where all team leaders under [LIEUTENANT NAME HERE] should report after their mission. Simply post your troll arriving with their verbal or written report, and use the google form link below. If a report is not given in here and in the doc, the entire ship exploration will not be counted for meta rewards!

=>[url=https://goo.gl/forms/wMvoEreSLQT3XRjE3]Submit form report.[/url]

Rp reply to reports can be done here but is not required for meta rewards.[/quote]


Your troll can, during this meta, promote any troll that is a corporal to Sergeant (rank 3). The performance of any trolls promoted by a lieutenant reflects on their own record. A troll who is promoted to seargent is immediately claimed by the lieutenant that promoted them, if it is not the same. Please post all promotions given in the main space tower thread. Sergeants can be reported to in replace of their lieutenant, and can start a temporary office thread as well. In their office thread they should also include the following text.

[quote]This room is where all team leaders under [LIEUTENANT YOUR SERGEANT REPORTS TO] can report after their mission. Simply post your troll arriving with their verbal or written report, and use the google form link below. If a report is not given in here and in the doc, the entire ship exploration will not be counted for meta rewards!

=>[url=https://goo.gl/forms/wMvoEreSLQT3XRjE3]Submit form report.[/url]

Rp reply to reports can be done here but is not required for meta rewards.[/quote]

OOC: If your Lieutenant would like to talk with the orangeblood, please quote amicableAggressor. They aren't currently available for other trolls to talk to.


After you get comfortable and find your bearings, you can probably head back down to the bottom of the space tower, should you want to go out and stretch your legs. Just be sure to come back!

If you'd like, you can also stroll through the corridors until you find one of the private offices scattered about in the hallways.
=> Sascha Diasis's Office
=> Frossa Fyrste's Office
=> Flydra Dromen's Office
=> Kursha Vidari's Office
=> Sarcel Cincil's Office
=> Eostre Diazzi's Office
=> Scorpa Devile's Office
=> Elidae Bonbon's Office
=> Hemera Moachm's Office
=> Tamiya Aiguma's Office
=> Lorata Gorgos' Office
=> Sinter Heilig's Office

This thread is open for rp until archived. Troll that do not have access to this room (non-military) should not be here and will be kicked out!  
PostPosted: Sat Sep 16, 2017 11:35 am
So now you're in the military:

You receive your lovely military uniform! It comes with a voucher for a free fitting and blood/symbol customization.
Your cuff links will be shaped to resemble your symbol, and your rank pin should always be displayed above your breast pocket.

Trolls are expected to keep their uniform tidy and presentable. Personal customization of a uniform will not be tolerated below purplebloods or captains.
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If your troll has been offered a rank and joins now, that is their current military rank. If they decline, that offer will not be repeated in future.

If your troll has been invited to join the military by Regina in her ORP post-dinner party, or via a newly arrived letter, they start at the military rank of Lieutenant (rank 4).
They receive the following pin.
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If they have a psychic ability (NOT mutation) they are part of the Psionic Forces and receive the following pin instead
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If your troll took part in any of the following metas on the Royalist side, and never took part in any meta on a neutral/PI side:
Fight for the Mother Grub
Fight for Old Hemisect City
Emergency in Chittentown
Hunters
they start at the military rank of Corporal (rank 2).
They receive the following pin.
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If they have a psychic ability (NOT mutation) they are part of the Psionic Forces and receive the following pin instead
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If none of the above apply to your troll, they start at the rank of Private (rank 1).
They receive the following pin.
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If they have a psychic ability (NOT mutation) they are part of the Psionic Forces and receive the following pin instead.
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So you've received a fancy looking letter:
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Doutei
Scorpa Devile aka Discorp


Yamashii
Flydra Dromen aka Flygirl


melona-pan
Frossa Fyrste aka Frossā˜†



You are hereby granted the position of Public Liaison Lieutenant in the Alternian Army, effective immediately. This is a trial position, granting full Lieutenanthood following one sweep in the position with a clean record of conduct. During this trial period you are to take orders from permanent Lieutenants.This offer will expire if not replied to within five (5) nights.

seekingCylem
Sascha Diasis aka NOVA


You are hereby granted the position of Public Liaison Lieutenant, Psionic Forces in the Alternian Army, effective immediately. This is a trial position, granting full Lieutenanthood following one sweep in the position with a clean record of conduct. During this trial period you are to take orders from permanent Lieutenants. You will also be granted a Grade I Helmsman license, permitting you to operate ships up to Culler class. This offer will expire if not replied to within five (5) nights.  

Hivestuck
Captain

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blackbird cake

Adorable Gekko

PostPosted: Tue Oct 10, 2017 7:16 pm
    In the reflection of one of the many windows, Elidae viewed herself in her newly acquired military uniform. The yellow accents delighted her, as did the personalized symbol cuffs. Most importantly, it hid the mechanic leg from sight.

    There were a few things different about the yellowblood. The once lively eyes now had dark circles and appeared worn and tired. Her long hair had now been cut to her shoulder, with her usual bangs slightly overgrown and unkempt. If a troll knew her well, they would be able to notice a slight sudden loss of weight. Fortunately, the statement yellow polka dot ribbon remained.

    Elidae had limited knowledge of what being in the military meant, though she didn't feel as if she lacked experience or was clueless (only somewhat). She talked to Kursha about it once or twice, though she supposed his point of view was a little... rough. She wondered for a bit about whether or not she would see her moiral here, but quickly distracted herself with a nearby vending machine for a light snack.

    Mulling over her options seemed symbolic of what her own life proposed. It wasn't like she was in hot water, but something felt a little off regardless. She supposed offworld duty meant quite a difference between her life on Alternia and... out there. Everyone needed haircuts, though, right? It wouldn't be that much different.


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    Elidae is available! :D


 
PostPosted: Tue Oct 10, 2017 7:49 pm
Leeroi was beaming with excitement. His first day in the military. They gave him a uniform, a badge. Not to mention they were working out of the same tower that he built and helped save. Oh yeah, and they were going into space? There was little that could sour his mood about today.

He surveyed the room for something to distract himself with. He was far too antsy to wait patiently for more orders. A familiar set of horns made him do a double take. Immediately, he walked thoughtlessly towards her and the snack machine.

He didn't bother to tap her on the shoulder and warn her. "Hey, I know you, right?" He asked, loud and confident, pointing with his robot arm. "From that weird party the queen threw?"

blackbird cake
 

zeflamigo

Interstellar Astronaut


blackbird cake

Adorable Gekko

PostPosted: Tue Oct 10, 2017 8:20 pm
    "Hey, I know you, right?"

    As a candy bar dropped, Elidae whipped around to see a robot finger pointing in her direction. She blinked repeatedly. She opened her mouth, but no words came out but a small squeak of confusion. Finally getting a good look at the owner, Elidae's expression brightened and she took a step back in surprise. His face seemed almost unrecognizable, yet certain features she definitely could pull from memory.

    "Weird part...- OH!" It was then that Elidae began to wave her hands frantically in excitement. "Oh! Yes!! Its- Its Elidae!" She gazed at him with genuine awe. The cute blueblood boy in her memory whom she met at that party so many sweeps ago had clearly grown up. A lot. Elidae's thinkpan whirled.

    "Leeroi?"

    Kimbley Kitty


 
PostPosted: Tue Oct 10, 2017 8:53 pm
"Yeah!" Leeroi laughed. He paused, the memory coming back to him in all of its awful glory. Grimacing, he ran a hand through his hair. "I didn't really leave a great impression then, did I?" Since when did he care about making good impressions? He held back another nervous laugh.

"I was trying to apologize to you then, sincerely," He added, just as something in his breast pocket started to wiggle. He quickly folded his arms to cover it up.

"So, Elidae, are you excited to go to space?" Smooth.

blackbird cake
 

zeflamigo

Interstellar Astronaut


Blasphemoose

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PostPosted: Wed Oct 11, 2017 3:17 pm
Azrael didn't really feel up to socializing. He pulled a stick just slightly thicker than a tooth pick and put it in his mouth to chew. He wasn't sure about smoking laws around the station, but he'd rather not go up in flames before he got into space. He wanted to be the one to stitch people up during freak accidents, not be a freak accident himself.

Azrael fiddled with the buttons on his jacket for something to do as he simply stood and observed. Nobody could or would forget who he was, even if he didn't do well in stage. After completely unnecessary primping of his appearance, Azrael pulled out a notbook and began the act of writing down notes for what he saw and heard.

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Azrael is open for interaction
 
PostPosted: Wed Oct 11, 2017 5:11 pm
"-so exciting, we're finally here, you know?" Bits and pieces of a conversation floated through the building as Flydra walked with her friends to their destination. She personally did not have the strongest interest in space, preferring biology over astronomy but she was not opposed to their current mission. Anything to help the crown, anything to advance trollkind. And this time, she and her girls were going to do it as official members of the Alternian army! She had openly cried after opening her letter and realizing that she could take her first steps into her military career. Hopefully the four of them would climb several rungs on that ladder together.

"Should we explore the place? There's a gymnasium, a canteen, a medical office..." The tealblood tried her hardest not to be too pushy about her obvious and highly biased choice. She wanted to learn everything thing she could about the operations happening here. After all, this was going to be a big part of their lives from this point on! It was all so incredible and amazing to take in.

Quietly, she linked arms with her girls, Scorpa and Austri, mostly just trying to keep from buzzing out of control with nervous excitement.

Doutei

KitsuneAura

quite uneventful
 

Yamashii


ImaginationsParadise

Alien Garbage

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PostPosted: Wed Oct 11, 2017 5:14 pm
Eridia, a military soldier... She couldn't believe it! Not that it was something to be one hundred and five percent hyped about. (Really if the whole thing crashed and burned she wouldn't really cared-- but no one needed to know that.) I mean, space is not even a big deal. She thought as she changed into a very fitting military uniform. She was beginning to liked it.

ANYHOW. The highblood wasn't really in the mood to pester trolls, that phase seemed to die down a bit as she slowly walked a path filled of isolation. Thought she couldn't help but think being bossed around and actually following orders. It seemed like something she'd be against it. It was, but again, no one needed to know how Eridia Tsifer hated following instructions whenever she let her emotions and views get in the way.

"Whaaaateeeever. 'Tis not like I know anyone here. So I am a pristine open book, waiting for a reader to read and take notice of my splendorous contents. I shall be just fine." She chuckled out.  
PostPosted: Wed Oct 11, 2017 8:32 pm
    Her eyebrows raised and she gave him an empathetic smile. "Its okay!" She reassured, shrugging lightly. "I can't really remember all that happened, but itā€™s been a really long time and... Itā€™s just nice to see you again!" It was Elidae's turn to laugh nervously as she brushed her bangs out of her face. As she did so, she couldn't help but see a glimpse of movement in Leeroi's pocket, but soon it was obstructed by his arms. She looked back up in response to his question with a flourish of enthusiasm.

    "Space?! Yes!! I'm so excited!" Elidae gushed, her tired eyes beginning to regain some of the sparkle back. "I can't wait! Its going to be soooo cooool! And fun! An adventure! And- Oh!" The girl retrieved the almost forgotten candybar from the snack machine and opened it, then she offered it out to Leeroi.

    "How about you? Are you excited? Do you want a piece? What's in the pocket?" Simple, innocent questions.

    Kimbley Kitty
 

blackbird cake

Adorable Gekko


zeflamigo

Interstellar Astronaut

PostPosted: Wed Oct 11, 2017 9:03 pm
"Oh, it's, uh-" Leeroi scrambled for a lie. Why hadn't he come up with something in advance? He tensed, eyes darting. "What pocket?" he finally said, smiling weakly.

The pocket squeaked. A tiny mohawk appeared out of the brim, followed by a gerbil with a permanent blep face. Leeroi patted the gerbil back down, mumbling something along the lines of "Back to sleep, back to sleep..." It seemed to sate the tiny creature, at least for now.

s**t. The travel medication wore off much faster than Leeroi had factored in. Rocket was smaller, had a faster metabolism. Amateur mistake. Leeroi frowned, looking sheepishly back at Elidae.

"Can you keep it under wraps? We're not supposed to have lusii, so I figured gerbils wouldn't be allowed..." Leeroi said, smiling, hoping that Elidae would be cool about this.

blackbird cake
 
PostPosted: Wed Oct 11, 2017 9:59 pm
    Elidae gasped at the sight of the little mohawk gerbil. And that squeak! She always had a fondness for gerbils. Motioning a zip across her lips, Elidae smiled back with sincerity. "Secret's safe with me!"

    Appearing a little concerned, she pointed up. "Is the little guy gunna be okay? Like, up... there?" She said, but she quickly reclaimed something a little more playful. "But-but- also- Gerbil in spaaaaaaaace!" Elidae said in a harsh whisper, clearly excited by the idea. It kinda sounded like a movie!

    Kimbley Kitty
 

blackbird cake

Adorable Gekko


zeflamigo

Interstellar Astronaut

PostPosted: Wed Oct 11, 2017 10:26 pm
Her excitement was infectious. Leeroi beamed, swelling with pride. "Thanks, Elidae!" He put a fist out for a bump. "Good to know you can still keep secrets." He added with a wink.

"Don't worry, I thought about it when I helped build the space tower. With the right materials and time, I can fix him a suit." He laughed, scratching his cheek. That was the other reason he hadn't brought more of the gerbils. He doubted he'd get around to making ten tiny gerbil space suits. "In the meantime, I guess he'll have to hang out in mine." He said, patting his pocket.

blackbird cake
 
PostPosted: Wed Oct 11, 2017 10:46 pm
    Elidae obliged Leeroi with the fist bump wholeheartedly, even making a tiny space-like noise you would hear in a videogame. It felt... nice to be talking to someone without the blaring buzz of guilt in the back of her thinkpan.

    "Fix him a suit? Like, a little tiny gerbil suit?" She questioned, completely astounded. She leaned in with fascination, clasping her hands in front of her. "You can do that?"

    Kimbley Kitty
 

blackbird cake

Adorable Gekko


zeflamigo

Interstellar Astronaut

PostPosted: Wed Oct 11, 2017 11:08 pm
"Oh, yeah," Leeroi let out another laugh. His cheeks were starting to feel oddly hot. "I'm not a tailor, per se, but I make lots of stuff. His prosthetics..." He pointed at his pocket, where Rocket was sleeping.

"My own, too," he added, gesturing with his robot arm. "I guess more robotics stuff. But I'm positive can figure it out!" He said, giving an excited thumbs up. Trial and error was inevitable, but the final product would surely be worth it.

"What kind of stuff do you do?" Leeroi asked, tilting his head. He was genuinely curious, not perceptive enough to garner a guess from appearances alone.

blackbird cake
 
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