vault66 | 1st Team Meeting

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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."

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[ Jill is quiet and neutral while waiting for others to speak up. She's not eager to put herself in the spotlight, but she's hard to miss. Still (unfortunately) blonde and filing out her vault suit with thick legs and thighs that have obvious muscle definition. She cuts an imposing figure despite her height and when given the opportunity to speak she raises her brows and laughs a little. ]

Jill Valentine. Thirty-four, former United States Army Delta Force, currently a founding member and special operations agent of an international anti-bioterrorism group -- in layman's terms, I investigate and apprehend criminals involved with bioterrorism as well as prevent it and combat it. An easy way to describe what I do is fighting monsters. [ She's direct, matter-of-fact, and while mildly personable she still doesn't mince her words or waste time. ] I have extensive combat training with and without weapons, am an expert in explosive ordinance disposal as well as an expert locksport, so I'm your best bet in breaking into something locked. I can deadlift over 800lbs, so please feel free to utilize me if you need some muscle.

[ She feels like she wants to keep more to herself, but she carries on, anyway. It's better for the sake of all of continued survival, she supposes. Arms folded, Jill uses one hand to do her talking, sweeping it in half-crescents while speaking. ]

Though I've not been trapped like this before, it's not dissimilar from situations I've previously been in. Please don't hesitate to ask me for anything.

[Azula listens looking appropriately impressed with Jill's background, nodding and already thinking about how best to utilize this clearly capable woman.]

May I ask what your rank was and if you prefer we use it when we address you?

[After a pause she added,]

In my country military service is respected and considered a great honor. I was hoping it would be similar in yours.

[ Jill certainly would do what's required of her to keep everyone safe, but she's not sure what the end goal is beyond survival. It's something she's been considering for some time. ]

Within the military I was a soldier; my rank in the BSAA -- Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance -- is based on clearance level, which I have the highest of. Please just address me as "Jill," though.

[ She finds it easier and more comfortable overall. Personable, even if she'll keep people at an arm's length. ]

I understand. It's considered something similar in mine. What I do now is considered a non-profit, which means we don't make a great deal of money for what we do. We're sponsored by humanitarian aid.

[Not as useful as she'd hoped though it did tell her more about Jill then she'd expected which was nice.]

It sounds like you've earned that clearance at least. Dependable and responsible, two things we'll be relying on.

[There was some things that confused her though, like Jill's seeming reluctance to throw her weight around. Very different from most military types she'd met.]

So if it wasn't for the money, what made you choose the BSAA?

[ It'll take time, but Jill can be fairly warm once she loosens up. However, right now, it's like she's on one long mission. Given time, she'll be more likely to bust out a bad joke or three.

...so maybe it's better for now. There's only so many dad jokes the average person can take. ]

I do try to be those things when a moment calls for it. As things stand, I'd rather not see anyone be put in a predicament where they will be harmed or they're out of their league. It's better that we work together where we can.

[ Jill is selective with using force of any kind and generally quite subtle, especially if it's using intimidation or physically having to harm someone. Moreover, she prefers to keep a card up her sleeve that she can play on a rainy day. It's never wise to give away all your tricks upfront, even if you're the "good guy". ]

I helped form it. I experienced an outbreak first hand -- the very first large scale one -- and I wanted to help people with my experience. My partner and I were uniquely qualified for it and at the time, many people weren't taking it seriously or they didn't know what was happening because so much of it was kept under wraps. It can't be fully eradicated, but it can be contained.

Well that's disheartening to some degree.

But I suppose you make the best with what you have. Many partial victories can lead to complete and total success over time. My grandfather said that.

[Or at least that's what the history books claim. He wasn't particularly interested in her.]

Why couldn't it be entirely eradicated? Was there no treatment?

Special Forces? That's an impressive resume. [Yunlan's appraisal is equally direct and sincere; combat training, explosives disposal and locksmithing is a highly useful set of skills in here.

So is monster hunting, considering the size and hostility of the wildlife. He quirks a smile at her, and holds out a hand.]

It's a pleasure to meet you properly. I've been considering ways to get us out the front door, and it sounds like you're exactly the person I should be talking to about that!

Formerly. I suppose now I'm considered that, since I'm spec ops, but overall the job is very different and more specialized.

[ Jill is sure that she'll be made use of and hopefully she can be of aid in a way that will move them all forward. She should be vigilant to ensure things run smoothly, but it's hard to know the best way to do that. She suspects busting through a wall or two might be the way to go, but even if she could bust some it's likely they're beneath ground... hm. ]

Likewise. [ She takes his wrist and heel of palm, clasping rather than shaking. Brief, but professional. ] I've looked into it a bit and I'm not sure how much I can do, but I'm not about to give up.

[He smiles, clasping her hand in return before letting go. It works better to follow the other person's lead on professional greetings when he's looking to make allies; playing dominance games is for when he wants to show dominance.

With a group this small, he'll hold off on trying to do that unless a whole lot of bad ideas start popping up.]

Saya and I busted open the Overseer's office a few days ago. There's a working robot in there who claims he's got the Overseer's authority, and offered to 'authorize' expeditions up top if we get things cleaned up to his liking in here. You know -- you're the only one here with American military credentials I've heard of so far. You might be able to try bonding with him.

[ Thankfully, he didn't indulge in a game. Jill would have likely used the opportunity to make an example of the poor guy. As funny as it would be to throw him, she's not going to get so offended by small -- and possibly lost in translation -- gestures.

Jill lets her hand fall to the side, settling it against her hip. ]

So, I try to buddy up and we get cleaning? Christ, I'm not even sure where we can dispose of some of the garbage in here... or what to clean with. [ She vaguely looks to the side, as if she expects to see a smear of aged and dried blood on the walls. ] Hell of a mess. Nothing to lose, right?

More or less. [He huffs out a ha, propping his own hand on his hip in a casual mirror of her posture.] I'm still trying to shake the exact details of what we're supposed to do out of Simmons -- that's one of the things I hope you might be able to do better than I can!

But, worst case, I can at least haul garbage away. There's some pretty big rat holes we might be able to use for disposal. And I hear Chocolat's got some cleaning supplies she's been using.

Well, I'll hope for it but won't guarantee it. I'm aware of military practices in other organizations so I'll try to switch tactics and work what I know from them if it'll seem to help.

[ Robots, though... That's a new one. She's dealt with technology before, but it was never sentient, even programmed sentience. That was all far-off future, if even, and fiction to her. The tactic she's leaning toward is treating it (him?) like any other human being rather than a machine.

If only Quint were here. He'd just reprogram its parameters or some jargon like that and get it to work for them instead. ]

I don't mind hauling properly, either. I was starting to put skeletons in an empty side room. Figure especially since new people are showing up somehow that it might be best to get rid of that first. Nothing says we're all trustworthy and they're safe like human remains, huh? [ Jill nods as she carries on, vaguely moving her other hand while she talks. ] Good to know. Hope it's gallons of industrial type. Otherwise we might have to figure something else out. I can create bombs and poisons, but I'm not sure how well I'll do mixing for cleaners...

I wouldn't know where to start mixing a floor cleaner more complicated than soap and water, so I can't help you there!

[He also wouldn't know where to start mopping a floor, but there's no need to make himself look too pathetic right away. Fake it till he makes it! A perfectly valid life choice.]

Human remains in a side room beat human remains lying around on the floor, but I'd rather get them buried respectfully! Not that I'm superstitious or anything, but this place is haunted enough without throwing a bunch of corpses out with the trash. Or we could cremate 'em, I guess.

[He shrugs, absently.] Contingent on whatever we manage to shake out of ol' Simmons, of course. Let me know if you wind up getting on his good side!

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