conversations: human
conversations:  As you all hurtle upward toward Phoebos's surface from Mars, the tall, lean figure of the slyph-sleeved sponsor representative known as Acryphax looks you all over with varying levels of what could only be described as mild irritation, as though some invisible schedule was just barely being held to. Perched on his shoulder is a scurrier whose eyes dart between each of you with far more curiousity and interest. A few tense minutes go by before the little furry morph turns and whispers something in Acryphax's ear, ellicting a sigh and dismissive gesture in begrudging agreeance before addressing the lot of you.
  
  No matter your height, the slyph seems to be looking down on you as he speaks, "My sister wishes to use this time to brief you all on the findings thus far of Planetoid F23-GN1..." He pauses a moment as the furrier whispers again before rolling his eyes, "Codename: Elysium." He finishes and gestures toward the ground, allowing the scurrier to nimbly sweep down the elegant appendage and hop neatly to the floor, circling a spot a few times before sitting up on it haunches and facing the group. A few seconds later, each of your muses inform you of incoming requests for permissions to upload mission information. Those of you who accept get an immediate overlay of the brief as well as a, markedly small, rough layout of the area only around the Gate itself. Next a voice chimes in as though from the speakers of the elevator or your mesh playbacks. The voice is that of an experienced woman who can easily be imagined to have done a great many expeditions like this one.
  
  "Hmm...well, it's a rock. First-in showed a mostly breathable atmo for ruster-level upwards breath mods, no signs of sapients around the Gate area, though the planet seemed to be heading through some kind of nebuloid that put the missles on the fritz so we couldn't scan properly..."
  
  The normally docile expression on the scurrier's face crumpling into a frown, "Damned EM knocked out half the comms in the first-in camp...took us nearly a week to compensate..."
  
  She blinks a few times in sullen frustration then continues, "Anyway, from what we can tell, it's gonna be a pretty standard setup period, but we won't be able to find out what the rest of the dustball's face looks like 'til we can get SatNet up or some of you grunts decide to get boots-on-ground with shortwaves."
  
  She finishes and the data overlay she was displaying through your mesh flickers away as the fuzzy little morph scurries up the supports of the transport vessel and lands deftly on her brother's lean shoulder.
  
  The rest of the trip is spent in relative silence as you all mull over the information. Slightly sooner than anticipated, the space elevator stops and the normal elevator AI's voice rings from the speakers, "Now docking, Mars moon: Phoebos. Please enjoy your stay."
  
  The large doors hiss open to reveal a mostly finished staging area for your Gatecrash, save a few bits here and there, along with a few mercenary hire-ons for base setup and security.
  
  Acryphax sweeps out of the doors as though a smell bothered him, "Get your things prepared. We leave shortly." He states flatly as he leaves in what can best be described as a fast glide or skate, his feet never seeming to leave or truly touch the ground.
conversations: Entaris:
conversations: human
conversations:  Carmen steps out of the elevator, carrying a bag in one hand and on her body is a gateoperator uniform, a name tag is attached to her collar. in the mesh following words appear:
   Pandora gate operator, Carmen Ravencroft, operator ID X4327Y88 
  
  '' There ain't nothin like home... '' Carmens utters and stretches her arms. she then continues and argument, silently, with her muse.
conversations: Hemnon:
conversations: human
conversations:  Viki remains quiet on the ride to the shuttle. While her skillsofts assured her that Acryphax's irritation is comparatively mild and non-directed, one lesson she had managed to learn was that First Impressions Matter. It was best not to risk offence.
  
  She has Lucy give the uploaded mission briefing a habitual security scan before accepting it. She doubted her sponsors would fly her all the way to Mars just to try and hack her UI, but if you made exceptions for good reasons, eventually you'd make exceptions for bad ones. Viki commits the data overlay to memory, and saves a backup copy of her own for later perusal.
  
  She steps out of the elevator, looking around at the facility with interest before finding a quiet corner to give one last inspection of her equipment.
conversations: Green Bean:
conversations: human
conversations:  It's somewhat hard to see what Jennifer is focusing her attention on. The mission brief is accepted almost right away, so she's apparently listening to that - but her eyes and hands remain buried within the body of one of her two flexbots - inactive at the moment - as she checks it's in full working order.
  
  When she catches the eyes of her fellow passengers, she gives them a beaming smile, and then promptly returns to her tinkering.
  
  As the elevator reaches its destination, the neotenic grabs her things and makes her way out. That's a rather large backpack she's carrying... although if she has two flexbots that's not really a surprise. Good thing they can compact down pretty well...
  
  A small, greyish-metal shape peers out from under her hair. It's her creepy, in the shape of a squirrel - it's acting quite shy.
conversations: Yuki Akuma:
conversations: human
conversations:  Elle lounges on the seat comfortably, seemingly staring off into space.
  
  Part of her mind is going over the mission brief.  Another part is pondering how to clear up this oversensitivity problem in her current model, and a third is pondering what sort of interesting things she may see on the other side of the gate.
  
  As the voice announces their arrival, Elle Stands up, stretches, and takes her gear from the seat next to her.
  
  " Well, off we go, lets hope its interesting ", then she walks through the door.
conversations: Kyrinthic:
conversations: human
conversations:  During the de-orbital elevator ride Spiral fidgets nervously, especially under Acryphax's gaze, a strange sight in hir glittering powered armor. Hir mesh ID, bearing the user selectable tags of @net says  Spiral Gray, Gun God/dess . It includes links to video of confirmed alien kills, current gatecrash tours, and completed gatecrash tours. The armored figure introduces hirself with polite but almost childish shyness.
  
  The moment, or perhaps the moment before, the opening space elevator doors reveal mercs in the prep area, Spiral's demeanor switches to one of professional, self-assured control. At Elle's comment ze snorts,  "Trust me, you don't want to see  interesting  on a gatecrash. Boring pays the capitalists. Interesting will land you in a Case with a bunch of missing time, heh." 
conversations: HeadofVecna:
conversations: human
conversations:  The mercs all size up the crasher crew with varying levels of interest and reply with a collection of grunting chuckles of approval at Spiral's statement on excitement during a Crash.
conversations: Entaris:
conversations: human
conversations:  Still addressing Elle, but checking her mesh tags, Spiral says,  So you're the team med tech right? Should I call you Elle or Doc?" 
conversations: HeadofVecna:
conversations: human
conversations:  Originally Posted by HeadofVecna 
   Still addressing Elle, but checking her mesh tags, Spiral says,  So you're the team med tech right? Should I call you Elle or Doc?"  
   
  
  Elle gives a sly grin " You can call me whatever you want, chances are if you need my help you wont be doing much talking anyhow "
  
  And with that, she gathers her bags and heads into the gateroom.
conversations: Kyrinthic: