BanditKing

Your character could make her way to the doctor’s office for her checkup. Just an idea

Same. It won’t be easy for us two to make sure everyone is in tip top shop.

He lets out a long sigh and smirks. For a brief second before scowling. “Yeah yeah. If you use anything other than Lucky, I’ll treat it as getting spam email from you. I’ll talk to you the same as everyone else. Whoever designed you might have had a smidge of an idea of what they were doing. Now get going, Barbie.” He motions his hand in shooing fashion and gets back to his work on the facility. A few more minutes in, he thinks it might have been more than enough time for the captain to finish his ramblings with everyone else. It was probably time for him and the doctor to do checkups. He goes over to the intercom and starts up the speakers. “Good morning, Vietnam. This is to all the crew members who are mechanical, biomechanical, or have cybernetic augmentations. Get your asses over to engineering so I can make sure the cold or lack of maintenance has not done you any damage and maybe even possibly get you updated and upgraded. That includes you, Tamagotchi. Lucky, over and out.” The speakers then go silent.

… somehow that is even more concerning

Not sure how I feel about a bird being in the operating room. I don’t want to end up like Scout.

You can for yours. I’ll have it continue in my topic so Lucky can keep working on his reconstructing with periodic breaks to check on those he needs to.

Also Lucky will probably have to check anyone who is mechanical/biomechanical

He has a smile for a moment that she was at least starting up properly before shaking his head at her title for him. “Override title of Mr. Pierce. Assign new designation as Lucky. Everything is fine with the machines. I have torn many of them apart because they are unfit to filling out their utmost objectives. I am tearing them apart and repurposing them to much better suit everyone’s needs. Current protocol: seek out Captain…” Shit. He had a bit of trouble remembering his name. “Captain Draven so he may give you assignments. Secondary protocol: self diagnose yourself of any possible fixes you might need and return here for any necessary recalibration you need after you are relieved of duty. Protocols confirmed?”

I mean that would make sense to check how everyone is after being frozen for five years

Depends on the threats we might come across. There might be stronger forces out there. There might also be swarms of things.

Lucky had moved around a great amount of junk before finally getting to the corner with the huge pile. Fortunately, he did a lot of weight lifting in the gym to help him be able to do heavy lifting. He was able to move the stuff with ease. He was somewhat surprised at his discovery of the box with the humanoid female inside. He checks out the label then just chuckles as he shakes his head. “Well… guess we better unwrap and unbox this Barbie doll, eh?” He was quick to remove the seal and plastic then start opening the box. He pulls the figure out of the box and looks it over for a moment then thinks to himself. “I heard about you. No doubt your creator built you after some anime waifu figure he had in his basement… alright… time to wake up Barbie.” He presses the some buttons in a specific order on the back of her neck then takes a few steps back and waits.

Lucky rolled his eyes at Draven’s plea. “Seriously? Of all the things for her to issues for it’s her name? Maybe it was wrong to call her Lassie then. She sounds a lot more like “Tamagotchi” with that amount of whining. If constant beeping is a problem, I’m sure I could build a mute button.” He listens to the explanation about the alien girl and scoffs. He gets up and walks up to the captain as he rants “Great… even up here in the most important mission for the planet, our government is hiding shit from us. Glad they did a psychological check on the crew to make sure nobody was xenophobic… wait… that never happened” He makes an over dramatic shrug. “Oh well, best hope nobody in the crew is frightened of little green men, or little bluish tits. Not to mention we will be so fortunate to have her as security as long as none of our threats were shin guards our use mouse traps against her. Damn… no different from earth. We are going to end up doing the same shit that got us in this mess all over again.” Without another word, he turns and makes his leave from the common room, leaving his dry bowl of cereal right by Xyvee, the more colorful bits of it were made into a smiley face. Lucky immediately makes his way for the engineering, feeling the growing need to demolish and break some things to let out some steam. He didn’t even notice the Protogen entering the common room when he got out.

And done. Scenario posted

After Lucky had left the meeting, he makes his way straight for the engineering. He groans and grumbles at the thought of what junk the previous engineers were using on the ship and what he can tear apart and use to make better items. His mood did soften a little when he thought back to all the hotties he saw at the meetings. He felt lucky that he was part of a team of hot babes to entertain his imagination. Getting to the large room. He observes the area. The engineering had a large amount of space for designs and inventions. It also had vent size corridors that would launch him to key parts of the ship for his profession: the engine, workshop, the docks, the computers core systems. At least the organization of room placement was alright. Everything else was… shit. He looked at a lot of the tools and heavy machinery and he couldn’t help but yell and curse at it all. He finally calms down and slides his lucky goggles over his eyes and grabs his lucky hammer, ready to start smashing much of the machinery as well as refit some of the room. Before he started though, he had to pull out the music player in his pocket. “We need some montage music.” He scrolled through his playlist until he found his one for demolition. He set it to max volume and it started playing “Paint it Black” by The Rolling Stones.

I’ll start off the scenario for after he leaves the group meeting.

That might most likely be my character since he is the mechanic and technician.

… wait… you were only supposed to sign in blood? I wrote a whole five page entry request in it… oh god… I’m a… I’m feeling woozy… Before I pass out, welcome to the team Carboxyl

Hello there!

Lucky’s eyes were glued to the sway of her hips like a swinging pendulum lulling him to hypnosis. The rest of the world was nonexistent as far as he knew until she suddenly tugged on his shirt and snapped him out of it. He indulges her excitement and lets her pull him to what he assumed was a hotel continental breakfast. He eyes everything over before mumbling “How tough am I?” Before he just grabs a bowl of cereal and skips past the milk. He takes a seat and looks the room at all the people he would be working with. His eyebrow arches at the extra terrestrial. His attention finally turns to the captain and he lets out a groan at his talking as he mumbles to himself again. “Great. The “don’t think of me as your boss, think of me as your friend” kind of guy…” In his mind, those types of people ending up being the most tyrannical douchebags. He does somewhat chuckle at the “boldly go” comment, glad he at least knows some references. As the captain asks about questions, Lucky raises his hand. “Yeah… I got some questions. For starters… let’s address the “not” elephant in the room… what’s the deal with the Keebler elf there?” He points to Xyvee. “I mean… I understand why we have Lassie on the team, but I am trying to figure out what shortstack is doing here.”

Welcome to the team! Sorry we don’t have matching bowling jackets for the team yet.

Lucky was a bit irritated at being called by his birth name. He stops a moment to turn to Draven and salutes him with a middle finger. “Get the name right, Captain Planet. It’s Lucky.” He doesn’t bother with the files on his locker and goes in to grab some of his favored attire: a t-shirt and a pair of work pants followed by a pair of boots. He also slaps on a tool belt and then a work jacket over his shoulders just he could have more pockets for tools. Finally, he puts on his lucky items: gloves, goggles, and a hat. He starts his way to the hall when the little gardener bumps into him. He looks her over with a smirk as she starts speaking. He did like that she at least got his name right. “No trouble at all, green bean. I feel the same way. Get this meeting through so I can get right to work improving whatever crap the other crews left for us. I could use a little company to get there. Care to lead the way?” Truth was, he wanted to follow from behind to appreciate some of her features from the back.

Nah, man, that isn’t trash. It’s just you being you. It’s all good.

Hey, out of curiosity, does anybody have a particular voice in mind when they think of their characters? For me, I can’t help but think Steve Blum as Mugen from Samurai Champloo or Spike from Cowboy Bebop.

Lucky stretches and groans as he is awoken by the ended cryosleep. He looks around and grumbles, treating this wake up no different from a usual waking up on a work day. “Damn… the dream was getting to the good part, too. She was damn fine.” He stretches again and cracks his joints before slowly pulling himself out of his pod. He reaches down to feel his goods to make sure the cold sleep did not damage his goods. “Good. The essentials are still there.” Before the computer has a chance to ask for identity, he speaks up. “Lucky Pierce, Macgyver of the E-Team, few leagues short under the A-Team.” With no response from the computer he rolls his eyes. “Son of a-… Luke Pierce, mechanic and tech of the Echo crew.” He gives the computer a middle finger as a little sign of rebelling before the making his walk and not bothering with the towel. He looks over the other pods as he walks down the halls, tapping on the glass of a few of them as well as making funny faces at them, all while making guesses at who he would be working with (particularly which women he would be working with). He wasn’t sure if they gave him files to look at before the long nap, he wasn’t paying attention if they did. He couldn’t wait to see what fuck ups the previous four teams or the original builders made on the ship that he would have to fix so he could rub it all in their faces later. He jumps into the shower and gives himself a thorough wash, though he wished the cleaning products didn’t have such boring smells. He checked over his body to make sure the rest of his body was ok since being awake. He flexes his muscles bit and smiles with satisfaction that he was still pretty damn well built. His fingers run over the scar on his chest from the heart surgery long ago, but he quickly shrugs it off and steps out of the shower to dry himself off thus finally covering himself. He gets to his uniform and his face goes to disgust. “Really? I don’t plan wearing this shit long. I’ll make some adjustments to actually look awesome.” He grudgingly puts it on before making his way to… wherever he was supposed to go if he could remember.

We are all a team here. Nothing wrong with the team leader throwing in his vote, too. It’s not like your vote counts as multiple votes.