1st Command; Video

[aggravating]

[This is so not his idea of a vacation, guys. You have no idea. But at the very least, the man peering at the screen isn't flipping out or anything. In fact, he just seems to have a sort of cool and composed air to him. If, you know, he was anything other than pissed right now.]

Okay, yeah. Fun times. Sitting on a boat in the middle of space while the world is, literally, going to hell back home without me, all because this is supposed to part of some self-awareness spiritual journey crap?

[He's been doing his homework]

Right, uh. Someone point me to the fun part of this ship, because I'm not buying into this prisoner shtick right now. Oh, and. Give me that phone call home, boss. I need to sick my lawyers on all of your asses.

Because you kind of took my property. And my AI. And my ride home.

[He makes a frustrated sound in the back of his throat, looking around before reaching down, pulling a pair of sunglasses from his pocket, ignoring the slightly bent out of shape frames - he'd kind of fallen on them more than a few times - and slipping them right up to rest on the bridge of his nose]

For anyone stupid enough to not know who I am, I'm Tony Stark. Iron Man. And the first person who asks for an autograph is getting thrown overboard.

Comments

[aggravating]

[You sir, have an ego to rival his own.]

I think I'd just prefer to be gone. [At the very least, he seems to have had a reputation of some sort. That's always good.]

Yeah, unless you're six feet of pure, exotic sex. That on my knees thing isn't happening.

[darknessb4me]

Six-five, but spoken for.

We'd all prefer to be gone. The question is, what are you going to do about it?

[aggravating]

Six-five? Seriously? [... Wow he feels short all of a sudden]

I'm hoping it won't have to resort to me hacking into the controls for this dingey and negotiating a sort of terrorist deal. But hey, it's either that or blow out a wall somewhere and basically become the biggest menace anyone could imagine.

[darknessb4me]

I can imagine some fairly big menaces.

[Private]

What would you need?

[aggravating]

Yeah, well. You're only just meeting me.

[Private]

[He pauses, thinking]

My helmet, first off. It's an entirely functioning computer with my AI already wired on in.

Private

[darknessb4me]

Could get one of my people on it, but the Admiral isn't likely to cooperate. Assuming that's not possible - what else?

Private

[aggravating]

Wiring, computers. Something technological. Building schematics, information on whatever security system they have here. Behavior patterns for the Wardens, the Admiral, the general time frames for whenever this ship docks, the pull of new inmates and the current manifest, detailing how many from each dimension are here.

[He takes a breath, still thinking, fingers drumming on the side of his communicator]

Pretty much, I need to know this ship inside and out.

Private

[darknessb4me]

Ask for a job in the engine room before you get a reputation, that's the best advice I can give to serve you on the last one.

The Admiral has no patterns, but he never physically appears. I usually consider him a non-factor. We've got about sixty wardens at the moment, I could give you patterns for about a third of them off the top of my head if I knew what you were going to do with them. Ship docks every month, that's common knowledge. Inmates come in at the beginning of the month, also common.

[skipping the dimension one because he doesn't know what that means :/a there's no one from the Plane of Fire here, or the Twilight Realm, they're mostly just outworlders.]