Welcome to Gaia! ::

((The roleplay might be on a bit of hold -- Flynn PMed me a few days ago saying things had been going on and she might not be on Gaia for a little while. She didn't say anything specifically, but I don't her expect her back until at least next week. >_<))

As they went up, and up, and up in the elevator, Alastor couldn't help but wonder how he'd gotten himself into this. He would rather, right now, be hanging around, relaxing, preferably not in an insane tower where they were being led to God knows what.
As the elevator doors opened, Alastor started to walk down the long corridor along side Nixie, curious as to what was behind the door at the end of the corridor.

When the doors open with that hiss all sci-fi doors seem to be required to make, you find yourself looking down a somewhat claustrophobic, fairly long corridor, of the same width and height as the elevator and its doors. The walls and ceiling are the same dead-smooth faintly-glowing white plastic like matereal.

Snap, through force of will, quashed the shudder that was threatening to course down his spine.

He had never seen one in real life but enough was drubbed into him from his training days that he knew a kill zone when he walked into one.

And right now he was nonchallantly stolling through just a set up.
Again he was internally questioning why he was the one sent here.

Outside of the obvious cameras and microphones he guessed there would be a number of less conspicuous sensor systems hardened against the obvious attack forms and most likely enough firepower to take out a lemurian worm or two.

All he needed to make his day would be a concealled door opening short of the obvious door at the far end and beeing made to wait in a sitting room of some sort for another intermable period of time.

All sorts of scenarious went through his overactive imagination including a ships gun filling the space behind the far doors. He rememebered such a ploy used back home against some "navy personel" on a "resource consignment mission". What he rememebred seeing and especially smelling from the aftermath of that altercation still left a cold pit in the core of his being every time he thought of it.

((Yeah, sorry... uni likes getting in my way. Already.))

Snap's fears, this time, were unfounded, although he had corectly identified the design. Although Nixie did not stop to explain, it was indeed a kill zone, albeit an absolute last-resort option. When the group reached the doors at the farther end, they slid open unbidden. Beyond them lay a room, the direct line into which was clear, but which was otherwise filled with desks, not unlike those in the group's apartments, set up with computers. The corridor fed into the room at the right-hand corner, and, as they turned to the left, into the room, the party were greeted with an upper-level view of Evine: the entire length and height of the wall was transparent. The desks were, however, set up so that the people sitting at them were facing away from the view.

Most of the desks were empty, but there were people scattered here and there, none of whom any of the party would recognise, aside from the young blonde man and the dark-skinned gentleman whose shoulder he was reading over: Caleb and Andre.

Nixie led the group toward these two. After a brief exchange with Andre, Caleb came to meet them.

The fist thing most people tended to notice about Caleb was that he was terribly young. He looked and sounded no older than thirteen, with his big blue eyes, short stature and boy's alto voice. But there was something cold in those eyes, and a certain something about his bearing which better suited his station.

Once he reached them, Nixie introduced him: "Caleb T'Au, North Sector Towermaster, and your lord and master throughout your time here. Caleb, Psi 8."

He rubbed the tiredness from his eyes, breaking the spell of confidence and command, and making him look like just a child again. "Excellent, thankyou Nix. I don't think I need you for a while... go and get some sleep." Turning his attention to the group, he went on, "Welcome to the Tower. Sorry I couldn't come and greet you in person earlier, but we have had a minor crisis going on... The Towers are a network, each controlling activities in a certain sector of the planet: North, South, Equatorial North 1 through 4, and Eq. South, 1 through 4. Eq. North 3 have been raided, again, and most of their upper cellse taken out... btui fo course, you don;t really know what I'm talking about.

"Basically, the Tower Network controls all illegal operations on Evine, from monitoring the lower-level gangs, to assassinations. This includes theft, smuggling, reallocation of funding, and so on. The idea is to keep these operations running in a secure and tightly-organised way, making them harder to shut down. We work mostly on commission, although there are those projects undertaken through our own interest, and the government has no comprehension of how extensive the programme is. The reason for the Eq. North 3 raids has been because they assume that tower to be the only one, and therefore the centre of operations for all Evine. Most of our work has been ensuring that this is actually true, rather than a false message.

"In reality, North Sector and South Sector are the overseers for their hemispheres, but there is no overall central headquarters tower.

"The people who work here are basically all between fifteen and twenty-five standard years, or their biological equivalent, but there are a handful who are younger. No-one here is older, but I do not know about other towers. They, like yourselves, are accepted for various exceptional skills, which are able to aid our operations. As you have already noted, I am sure, everyone here is placed in a cell -- you are Psi-8, my cell is Delta-13 -- and each cell is assigned a leader. Hewitt, I offer you this position. This is mostly for administrative purposes, rather than having any practical meaning. You will need to work together efficiently, as a single unit, as you will learn.

"Er... Equipment, including transportation and weaponry, will be provided as required, there is a dining hall on two levels below your apartment -- if you're on the level I think you're on -- if you want to eat in a communal setting. Most people tend to at least take breakfast there, but you can get food in your rooms.

"You can come and go as you please, once you have your access codes and commlinks, as long as we are able to keep in touch with you. It is also preferrable that the cell stays together.

"That's all I can think of for now. Did anyone have any questions?"

Nixie introduced him: "Caleb T'Au, North Sector Towermaster, and your lord and master throughout your time here. Caleb, Psi 8."

Snap raised one eyebrow at the introduction. Anyone watching closely could have easilly interpreted that it was with respect to the physical appearance of the Towermaster. The rest of his body language was totally neutral as he made not a sound or a twitch.

His visual focus went from the group of people in front to the view outside the windows. It was a vast vista, akin to that of the anchient broken rock table lands of his homeland. The raptors and other avians being replaced by aircars and skyboards.

"Lord and master" still echoed in his mind bringing to the surface of his conciousness once again some of the reasons why he was volun-told to be here in the first place.

"Hewitt, I offer you this position." filtered in to his active conciousness.
A good choice concidering the lads sharp intellect and quick ability to learn and grasp new concepts. A lack of life experience would not be that much of a handicap considering that everyone in their group, even with the high levels of skills all most likely had.
They were all total novices in this situation.

As for asking any questions, he doubted he had any worthy of asking their new "Lord and master".

Snap would have been more than happy to remain in the background as just another overlooked peice of background of no consequence.

The ease with which Caleb shifted his presence did elicit some internal respect for the man but also a very high level of warning. This was not a being to be trifled with and Snap did not want to be at ground zero for any enlightenment in that area.

The silence from the others was proving troublesome.
It would be best to open the shutters just a bit to get the rest of the group to be more at ease he thought to himself. ((cultural reference here since no frozen waterways on his homeworld))

With a voice that was inflected to carry but not jar Snap answered the undirected question, though his body language was still neutral. His mode of speaking was almost lilting, like that of a storyteller telling of a tale of some mystical place based in the imagination.

The world of my birth is most likely not known to most and doubtful of any consequence to any.

To best describe it is to look out the window and imagine the spires as sheer stone cliffs and broken table lands with crevaces and rifts as deep as the ones here between the towers. The air vehicles replaced by various airborne species. The colours a wash of the rainbow over every surface with various species of tenaceous plant life with nary a shadow eccept within those deep fissures themselves.

It a place most do not wish to visit due in no small part to an appreciable lack of natural resources or technology of consequence. The three suns with their high radiance levels and the 5 times standard gravity make it even less inviting to the curious traveller or the offworld prospecter.

It is a place of villages and shrines. Where more times than not the person you meet will be a monk more than willing to assist in what little way they can.

And what of your world?

The question was asked but not directed to any specific individual.
Though the inflection had an undertone that almost had a compulsion to fill the void with stories of their own.

((Snap was never that attentive to most of his studies so no skills with "Voice" but decent at Karaoke))

(OOC: apologies as usual. <.o I try and remember to check gaia for you guys honestly, but I haven't actually been doin' anything here for awhile so it's out of my routine. time to put it back in I guess ...x3 anyway on with the show.)

The one thing that stuck in her mind, through the explination of the tower and group dynamics, was, oddly enough, what Nixie had said before. That the tower personal had the right to go through her stuff. She wondered if that meant, possibly, that they would? She grabbed the oversized gun holster...but it wasn't there. Why did she leave it behind? If anyone else touched it....
She looked lost in her own world as things were said and people talked. She seemed distant from the entire thing.

(( Must.. resist... Urge.. To... Type post... x_X Okay. Majorly bored here. ))