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re_alignment2012-10-07 07:22 pm
mccrane) wrote in re_alignment2012-10-07 07:22 pm
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[Video][Broadcasting in front of the Police HQ, Prima's quadrant]
[The video begins with an image of the just-finished Police Headquarters. It's a reasonably steady picture, though the jostling indicates that the user is holding his communications badge like a camera to get the shot.]
This is McCrane.
I have completed construction on the Police Headquarters, with the secondary station in Megatronus Prime's quadrant nearly complete as well. A complete walk-through of the facilities is available for authorized individuals below:
[The camera flips up to show McCrane's face, a look of intense concentration cemented there as he attempts a few encryptions before the feed cuts out.]
[Locked to the Police Force and the Police Committee, Prima, and Vector Prime.]
[The feed resumes as McCrane tours the police station, showing everything as it is described here, talking about the purpose of each room as he goes to make sure everyone is on the same page. He spends particular time with the jail cells for the benefit of the Firstforged, explaining how they work. He's even gone so far as to have Whirl inside the cell playing the part of the virtual 'prisoner,' going over how occupants will be fed and how they'll be detained while the helicopter makes lewd gestures in the background. That doesn't seem to phase McCrane one bit, however, as he opens Whirl's cell door in the middle of some pelvic thrusting and moves on into the main office.]
Are there any preferences for which desk goes to whom?
[It's the only question he asks before panning past Whirl writing something on the whiteboard, and moving on into the last room of the HQ.]
[McCrane makes the broadcast public once more, showing the wide expanse of individual cells (in both human and giant-robot size) that constitute the firing range.]
This part, finally, is accessible to the public. Given the nature of the previous attacks, I feel it is important for civilians to have a means of protecting themselves, and also feel that it is important for them to understand the right procedures for doing so.
[In the background, one can see Whirl giving a shooting 'demonstration,' which would be significantly more demonstrative if he weren't just pointing his fingers at the targets and shouting 'boom,' boom.']
If anyone wishes to join me for these lessons, I'll be here daily from noon until two.
Cybertronian time.
[He thinks that's right.]
On another note, is there anyone available who is proficient at video games?
This is McCrane.
I have completed construction on the Police Headquarters, with the secondary station in Megatronus Prime's quadrant nearly complete as well. A complete walk-through of the facilities is available for authorized individuals below:
[The camera flips up to show McCrane's face, a look of intense concentration cemented there as he attempts a few encryptions before the feed cuts out.]
[Locked to the Police Force and the Police Committee, Prima, and Vector Prime.]
[The feed resumes as McCrane tours the police station, showing everything as it is described here, talking about the purpose of each room as he goes to make sure everyone is on the same page. He spends particular time with the jail cells for the benefit of the Firstforged, explaining how they work. He's even gone so far as to have Whirl inside the cell playing the part of the virtual 'prisoner,' going over how occupants will be fed and how they'll be detained while the helicopter makes lewd gestures in the background. That doesn't seem to phase McCrane one bit, however, as he opens Whirl's cell door in the middle of some pelvic thrusting and moves on into the main office.]
Are there any preferences for which desk goes to whom?
[It's the only question he asks before panning past Whirl writing something on the whiteboard, and moving on into the last room of the HQ.]
[McCrane makes the broadcast public once more, showing the wide expanse of individual cells (in both human and giant-robot size) that constitute the firing range.]
This part, finally, is accessible to the public. Given the nature of the previous attacks, I feel it is important for civilians to have a means of protecting themselves, and also feel that it is important for them to understand the right procedures for doing so.
[In the background, one can see Whirl giving a shooting 'demonstration,' which would be significantly more demonstrative if he weren't just pointing his fingers at the targets and shouting 'boom,' boom.']
If anyone wishes to join me for these lessons, I'll be here daily from noon until two.
Cybertronian time.
[He thinks that's right.]
On another note, is there anyone available who is proficient at video games?
ACTION;
Gunmax has managed to park Gunbike more effectively this time, but he's sitting on a rock with what's usually his flask of gas -- though it's easy enough to assume it's full of high grade energon now, all things considered.]
ACTION;
...
[He doesn't know what to say for now, so he just climbs the small pile and sits down next to Gunmax.]
So much has changed in so short of a time.
ACTION;
Practically kids... Haven't been online that long.
[He turns his head to look at McCrane.]
...I have no idea what to say to Yuuta. Putting him through this again...
ACTION;
[Next to that, McCrane feels insignificant. He's barely been around a year, himself.]
Is that why this is so hard for us? Would it be easier, after so long?
[Gunmax almost sounds lucid, now.]
I think he already knows. [With that bond they share, McCrane would not be surprised.]
ACTION;
[He lowers his head.]
I dunno. I think pain exists no matter how old you get.
...Yeah. But none of us can fill in for him.
ACTION;
[His jaw-hinge sets for a moment, wondering about that connection, still.]
We can't.
Sometimes I wish that Colonel Seia were here. Her advice...her trust...make me feel as if I could accomplish more than I were programmed for.
But then there is this.
[His hand clenches over the rubble.]
And I still cannot help but think, that even so...
That even with all this uncertainty, it would have been nice to see her again. [He can only hope Yuuta feels the same way.]