text; un: y.mikotoba

[softshoes]

Good morning evening? day to you all. It seems I'm one of several new residents upon this vessel. My name is Yujin Mikotoba. In my homeland, I was a professor of medicine, specifically forensic pathology. [Or should he say in his home...world? This is still so surreal; being polite right now is his way of trying not to think about how all of this works too hard.] Please do excuse my ignorance as I make up for what I am sure are great gaps in my knowledge; I do hope my experience will not prove entirely obsolete. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, and I truly look forward to working with you all.

[All right, now that the niceties are out of the way...]

I have a few questions for our more veteran members. I expect I'll have more as I continue to familiarize myself with the station and our goals here.

1. Are there notes, or better yet, full reports of our previous missions, as well as their results? I am aware that simulations are available, but [--he's already well beyond his limit with future technology. Someone please just give him a physical paper folder or something, he needs to take this A LOT slower.] I'm a bit old fashioned, I'm afraid, but still eager to get up to speed.

2. Is this sentence written in Japanese? [And, a moment of focused speech-to-texting outside of his native tongue:] Now, is this sentence written in English?

3. Is there a way to stop these messages, without physically removing our earpieces? That failing, is it possible to make the notifications... quieter? I can scarcely hear myself think.

Thank you for your time. If I may be of use in any way, please don't hesitate to let me know.

Comments

[softshoes]

[Space robots? Like... the cleaning droids he's seen roaming around, rrrright? Nothing weirder and bigger and more sentient than that? He can handle that, he figures, so he doesn't pry any further. (Oh boy, he's in for it on that one.)]

I truly appreciate the offer, Mr. Zhao.

[And the mafioso bit is-- well. He supposes it's better not to know for now. It won't change that they're working for a common goal anyway.]

It sounds like you speak from experience. Do you have any first mission advice for a new team member?

[essenceofdeadlybeasts]

[Yeah, good luck with that, my good man. Too bad Zhao won't be there to popcorn that meeting.]

No problem.

[He's a softie at heart despite the whole gang leader thing. Don't worry about it~.]

Bring food and a weapon if you don't know self defense techniques. The rest is just adapting to each mission as they come. They're all a little different, but a lot of them end up with dangerous situations once we get closer to our goal.

[softshoes]

I can use a gun, and I do know a little hand-to-hand combat, fortunately.

[Nothing to write home about, especially with so many stronger people here, but he's not helpless.

This is important, though, so he decides to be a little less delicate about it:]

But 'd expect nothing less. We are working for impossible goals here, after all-- changing the past, as it were. How dangerous has it gotten? Any casualties you recall?

[essenceofdeadlybeasts]

That's good. If you need any pointers or practice just stop by the training room and someone there will help you out. Ask for me if you want, I'm pretty good myself.

Not counting the immortals that don't stay dead apparently, no casualties that I can recall. I could be wrong. We've had plenty of close calls. And sometimes people just...leave. Sometimes on purpose. If you change your mind you can ask Viv-chan and Degar to go home. But sometimes people just leave without saying goodbye.