Princess Azula (
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vault662020-06-18 06:48 pm
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1st Team Meeting
WHO: Azula and any vault dwellers who show up.
WHERE: The Rec Room
WHEN: Three hours after her annoucement.
WHAT: Azula's "War Council" to disseminate information and introductions...also snacks.
WARNINGS: Possible discussions of violence and/or dark backstories.
Azula had attended a number of war meetings growing up as well as social affairs for meeting with important members of the public or military. This was different for a number of reasons, the largest being that this was a place no one seemed to have any respect for her title.
But she could handle that. It had taken her half a month to come to terms with it but here the title "Princess" was only as important as she made it.
Unfortunately that meant having to play "Nice" having to bite her tongue and not get frustrated when she wasn't catered to. That would have been harder for her two years ago, and impossible a year ago.
But here we were, with her waiting patiently near the entrance to the Rec Room to greet people as they came in. Oh how far she'd fallen.
"Come in, help yourself to some snacks. We'll get started soon."
WHERE: The Rec Room
WHEN: Three hours after her annoucement.
WHAT: Azula's "War Council" to disseminate information and introductions...also snacks.
WARNINGS: Possible discussions of violence and/or dark backstories.
Azula had attended a number of war meetings growing up as well as social affairs for meeting with important members of the public or military. This was different for a number of reasons, the largest being that this was a place no one seemed to have any respect for her title.
But she could handle that. It had taken her half a month to come to terms with it but here the title "Princess" was only as important as she made it.
Unfortunately that meant having to play "Nice" having to bite her tongue and not get frustrated when she wasn't catered to. That would have been harder for her two years ago, and impossible a year ago.
But here we were, with her waiting patiently near the entrance to the Rec Room to greet people as they came in. Oh how far she'd fallen.
"Come in, help yourself to some snacks. We'll get started soon."

'Captain Simmons' and the Overseer's Office
"We managed to talk it down, and, long story short, it goes by Captain Simmons and claims it's now the Overseer by chain of command. Supposedly the scientists and civilians out here led a mutiny over some kind of order they didn't want to follow, and the fight that followed killed 'em all. As far as it knows we're all nice, docile civilians willing to follow orders... and I think we ought to keep it thinking that until we talk it into giving out access to the secure systems and telling us how to unlock the sealed doors. It claims it'll authorize expeditions outside as soon as the rest of the Vault's up to code."
His tone is casually sarcastic, but his foot is swinging back and forth at a tempo that suggests he's not too calm about the blaster robot.
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That's how robots and computers work. Yeah. Jiro looks like he wants to go down to that office right now and tear the robot apart. This is all military experimental bullshit and he's not stepping in line with it.
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Not unless leaving it operational starts to look like a bigger threat. For now, it seems happy to hang out in its little office and throw orders around, and Yunlan's happy to give it the mushroom treatment as long as it keeps bearing fruit.
(Keep it in the dark and feed it on bullshit-- now that's the bureaucratic way.)
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"Shake it out fast."
It sounds like a threat and it is. He will go straight into the office and start a beatdown on Captain Simmons if given half a chance, or if playing along takes too long.
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Yunlan's eyes narrow, and he meets Jiro's gaze levelly, resting his hands on the tabletop behind him.
"I'll tell you when we're done shaking it out."
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"Fine."
He's trying not to give in to the impulse to punch either Yunlan or the table; clenching his fist but not raising it.
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"Anyway. While we're on the topic, anything else you wanted to know about our robot overlord?"
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The robot thinks he's in charge, and has now become their number one problem.
"You really think you'll get anything out of him by doing his bidding?"
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If they do? Well, at that point, he'll help Jiro disassemble the thing with a pool cue. He isn't that interested in having an unpredictable robot with an energy pistol zipping around the Vault taking potshots.
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Robotic military types with high tech weapons? That would be more difficult.
"No sense in rocking the boat until we have the upper hand. For all we know he's lying to us...can machines lie?"
Her experience with robots is lacking.
"But if his goals involve us getting out of here to see what the world is like outside then it's beneficial to all of us."
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He's in agreement with her about the eventual goals, though, and he nods along as she continues.
"I'd rather play nice for as long as we want the same thing. It's paranoid, though, so careful what you say to it."
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"It's good that he recognizes a chain of command to some degree. That lets us know where we stand. Depending on how he feels we could offer her rank to him and see if that earns us some good graces."
By "Her" she meant Jill Valentine whom she gestured to across the room.
"In my own country I was Commanding Officer to a number of task forces but never given an official ranking because well...Princess seemed high enough."
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He shot her a wry grin. "It can't hurt to see if it'll decide Jill's higher up the chain of command than it is! Imagine how much annoyance we could skip right past."
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She considered her own words for a moment before adding "Any one of of us except possibly Jiro."
He had his uses, leadership was not one of them.
"The alternative is less desirable but we should also perhaps plan to...remove him if he becomes a problem. Working together is best right now but if he lets the power go to his mechanical head we'll have to be willing to take more drastic measures."
Just how durable were these machines anyway? In theory they had lasted for centuries without human assistance.
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"That said, we're in no position to try that right now. Proper preparation prevents poor performance, isn't that how the line goes?
"We'd do better to stockpile some better weaponry before we try a trick like that."
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She may be a little bitter at how only a couple of people at this gathering seemed to think it was a good idea.
"I'll need some practice using these modern weapons, but if we can't find enough we could attempt to lay some traps. How durable could it be really?"
After all she'd seen a powerful military war machine taken down by two children and some water. Everything had a weakness.
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"It's a lot safer that way."
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Saya bows her head slightly at Yun, "Thanks for going with me... I admit, I would have been at a loss on what to do for a while. I got used to dealing with Zombies in my apocalypse." She tried to joke about it but it made her feel a pang of guilt wondering what happened to everyone... If she was here, where's the rest?
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-- that hurts.
"From what I spotted in that third lab, zombie hunting experience might be something we need too!" he laughs, letting the glance of sympathy go unspoken. Talking about it can't help, so as far as he's concerned, it'll just make things harder to deal with.
"But you're welcome. I'm just glad we did manage to talk Simmons down before anyone got shot."
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"Assuming I would have survived getting hit by a futuristic energy weapon... I do kind of want to see what it is though... Maybe we can find more of them."
"The weapons, not more of those particular model of robot I mean." No one needs more of them around.
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For now might be implied by his joking, but, well, they're kids. Even Chocolat, who's clearly got combat experience, looks like she's a decade his junior. He'd feel a lot better about being the one taking any theoretical energy weapon bolts than he would about them doing it.
That said... he makes a thoughtful noise. "Those are interesting weapons, aren't they? I wonder if you could ask Simmons about doing maintenance on his. He might have some specs he can hand over." Even if there aren't any other energy weapons in the Vault, they know there's one. And if they wind up having to take down the Mr. Gutsy to avoid some kind of paranoid shooting spree, they'll have the one to play with.
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"I was thinking about that, but it'll have to be once I get him to trust me enough. If I start asking about the weapon so soon, his paranoid self will definitely think something's up."
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"No helping it for now, I guess."
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"In due time though. I think since we're all definitely out of our element and no one seems to have knowledge of whatever nuttyness we ended up in, it's better to take our time and not rush into foolish decisions."
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He might as well kick back and gossip about their pasts. It'd be interesting to find out a little more about the disaster she remembers.
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