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Video; Late at night on June 20th
[It’s late at night, a few hours after the announcement of the Cauducian’s intent to attack has been broadcast, when a video message from a tiny green face is sent out for the whole crew to consider.
Like much of the rest of the crew, Peridot is scared... But that also means she’s agitated. And she’s definitely not the type to sit around fretting uselessly when something is this wrong, in her eyes. No. Peridot is a gem of action. Action and vicious, unapologetic criticism.
As soon as the video feed picks up, she just launches right into it.]
Alright, you know what!? I can’t take this anymore. Does NO ONE else on this ship see the numerous, massive logical fallacies in the Captain’s proposed approach to preparing for this imminent conflict!? I mean, I’ve heard some cloddy ideas before, but this!? I have no words!
[That’s a lie. She absolutely has words, and none of them are nice.]
We all heard the message, right? About how this ship, our one, SINGLE hope of getting back to our own universes, is being tailed by enemies that have just openly expressed their intent to shatter every single one of us? In just a little over one Earth week, these Cauducians, who are APPARENTLY so confident in their ability to exterminate us that they’re willing to allow us time to try and PREPARE for their assault, are going to rain fury down upon this vessel! And what do our supposed leaders do with this information? Do they stand up and take charge, and start, you know, LEADING the crew in preparing for this imminent crisis, like Captains SHOULD?
NO. They don’t! They decide that NOW, in the days leading up to what could be an altercation of great chaos and destruction, is the perfect time. FOR COOPERATION EXPERIMENTS! Like this is team building week, AT CAMP CLODDING HEARTS OR SOMETHING!
[There's A BRIEF PAUSE, FOR ANGRY PANTING, after she gets extra carried away up there]
Where is the sense in this!? We should all be working together on making ONE plan, and coordinating with one another to prepare the ship for potential battle! What good is wasting THAT MUCH TIME assigning the ENTIRE CREW to THEORIZING about THREE DIFFERENT PLANS, of which we’re only going to use ONE? What good does forcing participation from those who may not be willing or able to contribute to the strategizing process do!?
[Eyes flashing, she glares at the camera, as if really addressing the crew directly for the first time.]
You know what I say? Screw the Captains, and screw this pathetic excuse for a plan!
[She doesn’t even know what ‘screw’ means as a slang term; she’s just picked up that other crewmembers use it to refer to someone or something that’s pissed them off to the point of retaliation, and it feels SO GOOD to use it in this instance]
If they want to see teamwork so badly, I say we ignore their clodding groups, and join forces in the name of sensible efficiency to actually use the time given us to make real preparations! Look, planning is important, and if there are crew members who want to contribute to that process, MORE POWER TO THEM! Strategize away, work as a united front to come up with ONE BATTLE PLAN and lead the rest of us forward, just like these mud-for-brains captains SHOULD be doing! But it’s a poor allocation of resources divide the ENTIRE CREW’S focus in such an asinine and ultimately inefficient way, WHEN ALL OF OUR LIVES ARE ON THE LINE!
So on that note, if anyone needs me? I’ll be in my workshop. Actually doing my job, which is crafting weapons and equipment for the rest of you all to use! Because that's what I do best.
Peridot, out!
[End feed.]
Like much of the rest of the crew, Peridot is scared... But that also means she’s agitated. And she’s definitely not the type to sit around fretting uselessly when something is this wrong, in her eyes. No. Peridot is a gem of action. Action and vicious, unapologetic criticism.
As soon as the video feed picks up, she just launches right into it.]
Alright, you know what!? I can’t take this anymore. Does NO ONE else on this ship see the numerous, massive logical fallacies in the Captain’s proposed approach to preparing for this imminent conflict!? I mean, I’ve heard some cloddy ideas before, but this!? I have no words!
[That’s a lie. She absolutely has words, and none of them are nice.]
We all heard the message, right? About how this ship, our one, SINGLE hope of getting back to our own universes, is being tailed by enemies that have just openly expressed their intent to shatter every single one of us? In just a little over one Earth week, these Cauducians, who are APPARENTLY so confident in their ability to exterminate us that they’re willing to allow us time to try and PREPARE for their assault, are going to rain fury down upon this vessel! And what do our supposed leaders do with this information? Do they stand up and take charge, and start, you know, LEADING the crew in preparing for this imminent crisis, like Captains SHOULD?
NO. They don’t! They decide that NOW, in the days leading up to what could be an altercation of great chaos and destruction, is the perfect time. FOR COOPERATION EXPERIMENTS! Like this is team building week, AT CAMP CLODDING HEARTS OR SOMETHING!
[There's A BRIEF PAUSE, FOR ANGRY PANTING, after she gets extra carried away up there]
Where is the sense in this!? We should all be working together on making ONE plan, and coordinating with one another to prepare the ship for potential battle! What good is wasting THAT MUCH TIME assigning the ENTIRE CREW to THEORIZING about THREE DIFFERENT PLANS, of which we’re only going to use ONE? What good does forcing participation from those who may not be willing or able to contribute to the strategizing process do!?
[Eyes flashing, she glares at the camera, as if really addressing the crew directly for the first time.]
You know what I say? Screw the Captains, and screw this pathetic excuse for a plan!
[She doesn’t even know what ‘screw’ means as a slang term; she’s just picked up that other crewmembers use it to refer to someone or something that’s pissed them off to the point of retaliation, and it feels SO GOOD to use it in this instance]
If they want to see teamwork so badly, I say we ignore their clodding groups, and join forces in the name of sensible efficiency to actually use the time given us to make real preparations! Look, planning is important, and if there are crew members who want to contribute to that process, MORE POWER TO THEM! Strategize away, work as a united front to come up with ONE BATTLE PLAN and lead the rest of us forward, just like these mud-for-brains captains SHOULD be doing! But it’s a poor allocation of resources divide the ENTIRE CREW’S focus in such an asinine and ultimately inefficient way, WHEN ALL OF OUR LIVES ARE ON THE LINE!
So on that note, if anyone needs me? I’ll be in my workshop. Actually doing my job, which is crafting weapons and equipment for the rest of you all to use! Because that's what I do best.
Peridot, out!
[End feed.]
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don't worry about it.
seriously, though... i'm actually on board with you on this, greenbean. but this isn't the first time the captains just decided shit arbitrarily. i mean heck, the job assignments around here are practically random.
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And then you have people like Niko Bellic, who went out of his way to apply himself to a more suitable position, and the Captains forced him to act against those duties the first chance they got! Where is the sense in that!? It's such sloppy, ineffective leadership!
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[And there wasn't. None of it made much sense at all. Then again, Sans wasn't exactly the interfering type.]
but what is any of us gonna do about it?
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Rebel.
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wow. okay, man. i wish you all the luck in the world, i really do, but i think you're barking up the wrong tree.
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[This is the first time she's heard that phrase. WTF does it even mean.]
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