We Are All Volunteers: A Military-Themed Multi-Fandom Crossover RP

"<Why do you not converse?>" she suggested. "<Creating relationship tied to squad members is shown to increase combat effectiveness by 23% on average. I suggest you take this action, if possible.>"
Sandman simply shrugged. In all honesty, he knew what to generally expect, he was just still taking all of this in.

"It's just how I am with people, I learn about them before I get involved with them. Makes sure I don't touch any sore spots, and less likely to get lost if they start talking about some thing I don't understand. Not every day you see something like this, or these sorts of people gathered in one place after all. Not very often you even hear about most of them."
 
Sandman simply shrugged. In all honesty, he knew what to generally expect, he was just still taking all of this in.

"It's just how I am with people, I learn about them before I get involved with them. Makes sure I don't touch any sore spots, and less likely to get lost if they start talking about some thing I don't understand. Not every day you see something like this, or these sorts of people gathered in one place after all. Not very often you even hear about most of them."
"<I am not programmed for primarily social interaction, but average conversation are not necessarily required to include physical contact and/or the conveyance of directions, correct?>"

"<However, your base philosophy is sound. Have you collected sufficient data yet?>"
 
NorthStar looked down at the (surprisingly red) armored man.

"<You have arrived at the Fifth World Foreign Legion transport.>" she stated flatly, before adding. "<Congratulations. Please climb aboard.>"
"Huh, guess they're in even more dire straits than I thought." Sarge said as he climbed inside.

As he took his seat, Sarge noticed that there was something extremely wrong with the situation: inside the truck, there was not just one, but multiple blue colored people in the transport.

"What in Tarantino's beard are those blues doing in here?"
 
"Lets just.... leave politics out of it and start over."

She held out her hand.

"Patricia Von Rohr."
Ralph blinks at her and stares at her outstretched hand, looking a bit puzzled.

"I already know your name, Patricia."
"<Patricia Von Rohr's ally status has been verified. Your's has not. Attempting continued threats and/or violations of this units registered allies may result in immediate retaliatory action. Such actions may cause temporary or irreversible damage to violator. I advise you to stop antagonizing Patricia Von Rohr.>"
"I thank you for your advice in the spirit in which it was given, DC-2570. I acknowledge that my social graces are lacking. Please illuminate for me, though, how I have threatened Patricia. I do not believe I have, but as we have so aptly demonstrated, ideas of proper behavior can vary widely across time and space.

"What is required to verify status as an ally?"
 
Ralph blinks at her and stares at her outstretched hand, looking a bit puzzled.

"I already know your name, Patricia."
"I thank you for your advice in the spirit in which it was given, DC-2570. I acknowledge that my social graces are lacking. Please illuminate for me, though, how I have threatened Patricia. I do not believe I have, but as we have so aptly demonstrated, ideas of proper behavior can vary widely across time and space.

"What is required to verify status as an ally?"
"<Voice levels were raised above average conversational volume levels. Conversation speed increased by more than 2.3%. The breathing patterns and mannerisms of Patricia Von Rohr indicated distress. This unit is by default instructed to defend allies. An ally in distress is likely needing of defense, and is therefore under assault or threat of assault. This unit witnessed no physical signs of assault, therefor threat of assault is more likely.>"

NorthStar paused.

"<Ally classification default requirements include: Posing no immediate threat to self or standing allies. Offering means of identification, I.E. Name, class or unit number. Offering signs of sentience and/or sapience. Not being affiliated with standing enemies. Not already being an ally.>"

"<Ally classification, special requirements include: being on or in the vicinity of Fifth World Foreign Legion Transport Truck.>"

The Titan paused again.

"<With Patricia Von Rohr's permission, you are qualified for the designation 'ally'.>"
@Theravis
 
"Huh, guess they're in even more dire straits than I thought." Sarge said as he climbed inside.

As he took his seat, Sarge noticed that there was something extremely wrong with the situation: inside the truck, there was not just one, but multiple blue colored people in the transport.

"What in Tarantino's beard are those blues doing in here?"

Sayaka looked at the newcomer with an expression of bewilderment, that was such a weird thing to say.

"What's wrong with the colour blue?"
 
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Ralph blinks at her and stares at her outstretched hand, looking a bit puzzled.

"I already know your name, Patricia."

"No, you don't. We're introducing ourselves again until we do it politely and properly."
"<Voice levels were raised above average conversational volume levels. Conversation speed increased by more than 2.3%. The breathing patterns and mannerisms of Patricia Von Rohr indicated distress. This unit is by default instructed to defend allies. An ally in distress is likely needing of defense, and is therefore under assault or threat of assault. This unit witnessed no physical signs of assault, therefor threat of assault is more likely.>"

NorthStar paused.

"<Ally classification default requirements include: Posing no immediate threat to self or standing allies. Offering means of identification, I.E. Name, class or unit number. Offering signs of sentience and/or sapience. Not being affiliated with standing enemies. Not already being an ally.>"

"<Ally classification, special requirements include: being on or in the vicinity of Fifth World Foreign Legion Transport Truck.>"

The Titan paused again.

"<With Patricia Von Rohr's permission, you are qualified for the designation 'ally'.>"
@Theravis
"Go ahead, Northstar. Do it if you want to, it's okay with me."
 
The metal behemoths 'eye' moved to examine the woman sitting near the back of the truck. She had currently showed no sign of interacting with the other occupants. The same applies to the Atheletics-looking one. This was about to change.

"<Why do you not converse?>" she suggested. "<Creating relationship tied to squad members is shown to increase combat effectiveness by 23% on average. I suggest you take this action, if possible.>"

"That's a lovely thought, my dear," said Anna. "I did introduce myself, but it seems that the... highly fascinating discussion of ethics was more interesting. I have to say that I'm learning a lot about my colleagues. I'm perfectly happy to sit and listen, but if you have any questions of me I'd be glad to answer as well."
 
"That's a lovely thought, my dear," said Anna. "I did introduce myself, but it seems that the... highly fascinating discussion of ethics was more interesting. I have to say that I'm learning a lot about my colleagues. I'm perfectly happy to sit and listen, but if you have any questions of me I'd be glad to answer as well."
"Sorry, I'm Patricia. Nice to meet you...?"
 
"Sorry, I'm Patricia. Nice to meet you...?"

"Hello, Patricia. I am Anna Vosyem - just Anna will do. I'm afraid I don't have the impressive military background that you all can lay claim to. My skills lie more in the realm of medicine, actually. And baking. Speaking of which - would anyone like a biscuit? I made some this morning and brought them along in case anyone felt peckish."

Anna brought out a lovely enamelled tin that smelled enticingly of butter, vanilla, cinnamon and other good things. She popped the lid and offered the tin around.

"I'm sorry I can't offer tea," she said. "I'd have brought a thermos, but it wouldn't have held enough for everyone."
 
"Huh, guess they're in even more dire straits than I thought." Sarge said as he climbed inside.

As he took his seat, Sarge noticed that there was something extremely wrong with the situation: inside the truck, there was not just one, but multiple blue colored people in the transport.

"What in Tarantino's beard are those blues doing in here?"
"Its more an Ultramarine than a standard blue colour."
 
"No, you don't. We're introducing ourselves again until we do it politely and properly."

"Go ahead, Northstar. Do it if you want to, it's okay with me."
The Titan nodded and turned back to the man.

"<Name or title required to complete designation process.>"
@samdamandias

"That's a lovely thought, my dear," said Anna. "I did introduce myself, but it seems that the... highly fascinating discussion of ethics was more interesting. I have to say that I'm learning a lot about my colleagues. I'm perfectly happy to sit and listen, but if you have any questions of me I'd be glad to answer as well."
"<Ally Designation verified. Hello Anna Vosyem. It is nice to meet you.>"

The robot cocked its head before Continuing.

"<Query: if Anna Vosyem lacks conflict experience, why did she sign up for the military unit designation: Fifth World Foreign Legion?>"
 
"Hello, Patricia. I am Anna Vosyem - just Anna will do. I'm afraid I don't have the impressive military background that you all can lay claim to. My skills lie more in the realm of medicine, actually. And baking. Speaking of which - would anyone like a biscuit? I made some this morning and brought them along in case anyone felt peckish."

Anna brought out a lovely enamelled tin that smelled enticingly of butter, vanilla, cinnamon and other good things. She popped the lid and offered the tin around.

"I'm sorry I can't offer tea," she said. "I'd have brought a thermos, but it wouldn't have held enough for everyone."
"Thank you! I would love one. Mami always used to offer tea and cookies at briefings."
 
"No, you don't. We're introducing ourselves again until we do it politely and properly."
"I am called Ralph Sjónauka."

He pauses.

"If there is more to your version of a polite and proper introduction, you will need to walk me through it."
"And baking. Speaking of which - would anyone like a biscuit? I made some this morning and brought them along in case anyone felt peckish."
"Not right now, but thank you for the offer."
"<Name or title required to complete designation process.>"
"Do you also require a full listing of my titles? They are many, and irrelevant."
The ghost reached out a hand and began gently stroking Jasper's back.
Jasper chirrups softly.
 
Sayaka looked at the newcomer with an expression of bewilderment, that was such a weird thing to say.

"What's wrong with the colour blue?"
Sarge gave a 'hmpf'. Of course the dirty blue would be the one to try to confuse the issue.

"What's wrong with blue? Why don't you tell me what isn't? It's the color of evil, it stands for everything good people don't! It's the symbol of traitors, liars, cowards, and general snake and the grass kind of folk."

Sarge moved right up to Sayaka. "It's bad enough when a person wears blue, but dyeing their hair blue?" Sarge shuddered. "Why don't you just worship Satan by listening to rock music backwards while yer at it?"

"Its more an Ultramarine than a standard blue colour."
Sarge pointed at the Marine. "That exactly the sort of thing a blue would say to lure us all into a false sense of security."
 
Sarge gave a 'hmpf'. Of course the dirty blue would be the one to try to confuse the issue.

"What's wrong with blue? Why don't you tell me what isn't? It's the color of evil, it stands for everything good people don't! It's the symbol of traitors, liars, cowards, and general snake and the grass kind of folk."

Sarge moved right up to Sayaka. "It's bad enough when a person wears blue, but dyeing their hair blue?" Sarge shuddered. "Why don't you just worship Satan by listening to rock music backwards while yer at it?"


Sarge pointed at the Marine. "That exactly the sort of thing a blue would say to lure us all into a false sense of security."
"That type of tactic is more favored by those without honor. What part of my heraldry offends you so?" Titus asked calmly, belaying the tension in his body. He hoped the mortals minder would be arriving soon. Not all minds were suitable to face the strain of war without breaking he reminded himself as the fool insulted 10,000 years of tradition.
 
"That type of tactic is more favored by those without honor. What part of my heraldry offends you so?"
"Don't try to dodge the issue, blue! This ain't about some guy named Harold, this is about you wearing a big clunking set a blue armor willingly."
 
Sarge gave a 'hmpf'. Of course the dirty blue would be the one to try to confuse the issue.

"What's wrong with blue? Why don't you tell me what isn't? It's the color of evil, it stands for everything good people don't! It's the symbol of traitors, liars, cowards, and general snake and the grass kind of folk."

Sarge moved right up to Sayaka. "It's bad enough when a person wears blue, but dyeing their hair blue?" Sarge shuddered. "Why don't you just worship Satan by listening to rock music backwards while yer at it?"


Sarge pointed at the Marine. "That exactly the sort of thing a blue would say to lure us all into a false sense of security."
Emily was distracted from her conversation by a man in armor ranting about the color blue. What was wrong with him. She was contemplating wether or not it would be a good idea to knock him unconscious.
 
"Don't try to dodge the issue, blue! This ain't about some guy named Harold, this is about you wearing a big clunking set a blue armor willingly."
Resisting the urge to just punch and or shoot the armored newcomer, the Sheriff put his hands together and stood up. Speaking in the friendliest tone he could manage, he turned to Sarge.

"Friend, you have it all wrong. This is an issue, yes, but you're just misunderstanding the situation. You see, this here truck has a dimensional drive that allows it to go from places to place at technically very high speeds, and because we were moving towards you, the light from our red compatriots was blue-shifted. Unfortunately, due to dimensional weirdness they will always look blue to you, but trust me, in actuality they're just as red as you. I mean, who would dye their hair blue? No one, that's who."

He paused, and sidled up to Sayaka.
He spoke in a whisper so that Sarge couldn't hear. "Hey, why did you dye your blue?"
 
Sarge gave a 'hmpf'. Of course the dirty blue would be the one to try to confuse the issue.

"What's wrong with blue? Why don't you tell me what isn't? It's the color of evil, it stands for everything good people don't! It's the symbol of traitors, liars, cowards, and general snake and the grass kind of folk."

Sarge moved right up to Sayaka. "It's bad enough when a person wears blue, but dyeing their hair blue?" Sarge shuddered. "Why don't you just worship Satan by listening to rock music backwards while yer at it?"


Sarge pointed at the Marine. "That exactly the sort of thing a blue would say to lure us all into a false sense of security."
"That type of tactic is more favored by those without honor. What part of my heraldry offends you so?" Titus asked calmly, belaying the tension in his body. He hoped the mortals minder would be arriving soon. Not all minds were suitable to face the strain of war without breaking he reminded himself as the fool insulted 10,000 years of tradition.
"Don't try to dodge the issue, blue! This ain't about some guy named Harold, this is about you wearing a big clunking set a blue armor willingly."
All right, jerk. Let's go full metal here.
Patricia reached out and overwrote a slice of the helmet speaker drivers in the newcomer's armor, setting all his speech backwards.

-|Titus, I got this.|- she relayed over his helmet comms. -|Just relax and breathe.|-

"It's very rude of you to make fun of your comrade's unit colors. What do you have to say for yourself?"
 
"Don't try to dodge the issue, blue! This ain't about some guy named Harold, this is about you wearing a big clunking set a blue armor willingly."
Resisting the urge to just punch and or shoot the armored newcomer, the Sheriff put his hands together and stood up. Speaking in the friendliest tone he could manage, he turned to Sarge.

"Friend, you have it all wrong. This is an issue, yes, but you're just misunderstanding the situation. You see, this here truck has a dimensional drive that allows it to go from places to place at technically very high speeds, and because we were moving towards you, the light from our red compatriots was blue-shifted. Unfortunately, due to dimensional weirdness they will always look blue to you, but trust me, in actuality they're just as red as you. I mean, who would dye their hair blue? No one, that's who."

He paused, and sidled up to Sayaka.

He spoke in a whisper so that Sarge couldn't hear. "Hey, why did you dye your blue?"
Titus glanced at the Sheriff as he debated the pros and cons of disabling the ranting guardsman before he hurt himself. In the end he decided to ignore him till sedatives or a commissar could be located to deal with the problem.
 
"Do you also require a full listing of my titles? They are many, and irrelevant."
"<The offered name is sufficient. Ally designation verified...hello, Ralph Sjonaka.>"

All right, jerk. Let's go full metal here.
Patricia reached out and overwrote a slice of the helmet speaker drivers in the newcomer's armor, setting all his speech backwards.

-|Titus, I got this.|- she relayed over his helmet comms. -|Just relax and breathe.|-

"It's very rude of you to make fun of your comrade's unit colors. What do you have to say for yourself?"
"<Is intervention required? DC-2570 standing by to assist.>"
 
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