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NAAO INTRO
Apr. 5th, 2010 05:07 pmThe sterility of the place disgusts him. Empty. Not the usual pile of weapons, every space given over to ammunition storage, every area utilized, engines humming to manufacture replacement parts, replacement weapons, ammunition, fodder for the continued, ever-hungry machinery of war. A god, the only god Sunstreaker recognized. They could have their Primus, for all the good he'd ever done a mech, who laughed at wept prayers. He knew only War, and was its best acolyte. This place...wasteful. Empty. Quiet.
He hated it. Hated silence.
He strides to a kiosk, where he is arrested by a voice.
{Greetings}
You will provide responses to the following queries before being directed to your quarters. While you will be free to move about the complex, your personal supplies will be kept at the location you are assigned.
*Designation and Affiliation
Sunstreaker. Decepticon. *he looks scornfully at the kiosk's speaker*
*Nutritional Preference
I am a Decepticon. We have no preferences. Preferences are weaknesses in disguise.
*Target Preference
Groundframes. Hand-to-hand. *He had no preference--they were weaknesses, but he did admit to enjoying the hot brutality of close quarters combat)
*Bodywash/wax Preference
Unseemly question. I refuse to answer it. Only the vain care about such shallow things.
*Favorite Lubricant
Another intrusive question. None of your concern. *He shifts uncomfortable. More of these prying questions and he will lose his admittedly narrow edge.
The map provided will show you to your quarters.
Responding to these queries will also put your name in a message board contact list, providing you with the ability to send and receive messages from other complex tenants. Message boards are accessible from the kiosks which you see around you, and from terminals spread throughout the complex.
He had only one question: Where is Sideswipe? *he grins, coldly*
He hated it. Hated silence.
He strides to a kiosk, where he is arrested by a voice.
{Greetings}
You will provide responses to the following queries before being directed to your quarters. While you will be free to move about the complex, your personal supplies will be kept at the location you are assigned.
*Designation and Affiliation
Sunstreaker. Decepticon. *he looks scornfully at the kiosk's speaker*
*Nutritional Preference
I am a Decepticon. We have no preferences. Preferences are weaknesses in disguise.
*Target Preference
Groundframes. Hand-to-hand. *He had no preference--they were weaknesses, but he did admit to enjoying the hot brutality of close quarters combat)
*Bodywash/wax Preference
Unseemly question. I refuse to answer it. Only the vain care about such shallow things.
*Favorite Lubricant
Another intrusive question. None of your concern. *He shifts uncomfortable. More of these prying questions and he will lose his admittedly narrow edge.
The map provided will show you to your quarters.
Responding to these queries will also put your name in a message board contact list, providing you with the ability to send and receive messages from other complex tenants. Message boards are accessible from the kiosks which you see around you, and from terminals spread throughout the complex.
He had only one question: Where is Sideswipe? *he grins, coldly*
