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Piper 90: Mods ([personal profile] goneawaymod) wrote in [community profile] goneawaymemes2020-04-04 10:47 pm
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TDM #1


TEST DRIVE #1


So it's your first day at your new job! Welcome to the Jorgmund Family™! It's time to settle into your new workplace on the Piper 90 rig, the coziest place of employment this side of the Livable Zone. A leader in its industry, Jorgmund is excited to have you join them in enthusiastically envisioneering team-driven paradigms.  

The Piper 90 rig's mission is not only an impressive undertaking in terms of impactful customer-oriented deliverables, it's providing a vital backbone to the Livable Zone by creating a safe region for citizens to live, work, and play. Jorgmund's "outside the box" thinking means they understand the importance of wisely investing in their human capital - you! You'll soon find that you'll take pride in this vital work - and the benefits can't be beat.

Rest assured, Jorgmund's multidisciplinary approach to our world's period of recovery means we know how to keep it real when facing this opportunity for restructuring and growth. Jorgmund: Even if most of the world has gone away, we can make a world of difference!

Synergy!

USEFUL LINKS
It is recommended you check out the following links first for info on the rig, rig conditions, game mechanics, and the intro and slideshow your characters would have to endure that takes place chronologically before the Test Drive Meme: 

Welcome/Arrival  | Rig Weather & Hazards | Rig Setting Page | Game Mechanics


SCENARIO #1 - MOVE-IN DAY!

After the bewildering and unpleasant onboarding process, you've finally been unleashed on the rig. (Well. To places you're allowed to go on the rig.) It's time to get acquainted with your new surroundings, process some of All Of That™, and meet your fellow captives - err, coworkers!

a) A BIT OF A MESS
Perhaps you're hungry? The mess hall food isn't amazing, but it does the job. Characters that have higher metabolic needs than your average human might be left feeling a little hungry, though. The worst part is actually the electronic sliding door: a small sign helpfully informs you that if you want inside, you need to smile for the camera! In addition to being patronizing, this may be a problem for characters who refuse to play ball, or characters with sufficiently nonhuman faces the door sensor can't read them. Remember, if then company doesn't see people like you, it's not discriminatory -- it's just indifferent! And that isn't legally actionable!

b) GOING NOWHERE FAST
The rig's elevators are a little off-kilter today. Overhead announcements mention this, but downplay the severity and are easy to miss -- which means you and your threadmate are stuck in here, somewhere between the fifth and sixth floor. You can complain into the emergency intercomm, but it might take from a few minutes up to an hour before the elevator gets rolling again. How do you pass the time?

c) SHOULD'VE TAKEN THAT LEFT TURN
You're really just trying to get somewhere else on the rig, but you've gotten hopelessly lost. Oh well, at least you're not alone! Did you run into your threadmate here? Did you lead them astray? Are they at fault? Even worse, are you somewhere full of AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY signs, mysterious equipment, and a worrying number of security cameras?

d) NEED A HAND?
You've been assigned a room and some relatively spare possessions to put in it. Unfortunately, it seems that the staff assigned to help move in new hires are all busy at the moment. Unless you want to wait around, you're going to need to lug and assemble your new assigned foldable den furniture yourself. Do you team up with another newbie? Do you try it alone and find yourself needing help? Do you come to the rescue of someone else who did that?

e) SPECIAL DELIVERY
Somebody in processing decided to give you two a quick little errand: you're supposed to take a couple boxes of files up to the executive deck. Unfortunately, a skeptical security staffer is giving you a hard time on your way there, on account of your funny-looking face, insufficient ID or sketchy-looking package. How do you deal with this and accomplish your task?

f) BLOW OFF STEAM
You're likely still a bit sore from Jorgmund fitting you with the nanochain, but you were promised a gym and you are going to use that gym, dammit. It looks like you're not alone in deciding to try out the training area. Do you train together? Spar to let some frustration out? Or are you gonna argue about whose turn it is on which piece of equipment and resent your lost solitude? You'll also find you have to contend with the communal showers when you're done.

g) NO REST FOR THE WEARY
It's the middle of the night on the rig. You're displaced from home, it's not very warm, your door doesn't shut because privacy is a "privilege" nobody has earned yet, and occasional mysterious clanging noises ring through the rig. You can't sleep, not yet, and perhaps you're not the only insomniac wandering the crew deck?


SCENARIO #2 - YOU ARE NOT AUTHORIZED TO PANIC

Around dawn on the morning of Day Two, something goes wrong. (Wrong-er?) You awake to the sound of alarms, and a voice over the speakers telling you NOT TO PANIC! A Stuff storm has caused a brief and contained leak onto Piper 90. You may encounter strange sights or sounds. Any anomalies should be reported immediately to rig security. Thank you for your cooperation!

The nature of the problem isn't immediately clear, but over the next handful of hours you find yourself embroiled in a bizarre fracas: a Stuff leak has caused numerous inanimate objects on the rig to come to life. Furniture and appliances small and large are roaming the decks. Some of them are docile, but others are aggressive (or just troublesome due to their size). Some examples:
  • A rogue photocopier spewing paper and ink
  • A mahogany conference table with old clawed feet and a brand new gaping jaw
  • A water cooler that scuttles the halls, squirting people with jets in varying temperatures
  • Small office supplies like pencils and paperclips that swarm in large numbers
  • Dressers and drawers that spit their contents at high velocity
  • A room's worth of folding chairs that hunt as a pack
  • An emergency fire hose that attempts to ensnare crew members in its coils
  • The angriest coffee pot you have ever seen
The objects can be dangerous, but are more strange, troublesome, and determined than deadly. If a foe seems to be incapacitated or "plays dead," even the aggressive conference table or hose will leave them with bruises and move on. Crew members who get in over their heads will be bailed out by security personnel as the incident dies down. Jorgmund staff stresses that the leak has been contained (so no new anomalies will appear), but after the initial surprise it's everyone's job to help hunt down and dispose of the Stuff-altered... stuff. It's gonna be a long morning, and you haven't even been properly briefed yet!

h) GOOD MORNING, PIPER 90
Rise and shine! There are alarms going off, announcements blaring, and people are scrambling around trying to figure out what's going on. You're one of them. Freak out? Spring into action? Team up with someone to shake down a staffer for more details? Run into someone new, perhaps literally?

i) INTERIOR WRECKORATING
You've been ambushed by an animate object that seems to have it in for you, or you've heard the shouts of someone who has and come running to help. What's ruining your morning now, and what are you going to do about it?

j) ON THE RUN
The folding chairs from Presentation Room B operate as a unit, harrying their prey through the halls with much scrambling of legs and flapping of seats. They're after you, at the moment. Can you escape, or perhaps lead them into a trap? Or do you stand your ground?

k) HERE'S THE PLAN
You and your threadmate have found somewhere secure (for now) and are deciding how to deal with a larger enemy. Are you hunting it, or is it hunting you? Are you planning to take it out of commission, or just how to get away from it? Or are you just gonna hide here and lay low until this is over?

l) PROP HUNT
Things are getting back under control, thankfully. Large disturbances have been disposed of, but that leaves the little things like elusive chains of paperclips, a small but vicious stapler, pens and markers that write rude words on walls, and utensils from the mess hall. These anomalies are stealthier, but must still be dealt with, and it's up to you to flush them out.

m) CLEAN UP IN AISLE EVERYTHING
The chaos has passed, and now you've been instructed to clean up a mess. Ink or loose paper from the copier, coffee from the rampaging pot, mopping up after a water cooler, scrubbing marker off a wall, etc. You might get roped into contending with the Yuck Puddle, which is a permanent fixture and not a new development, but someone's always contending with the Yuck Puddle.


OOC DETAILS

Feel free to play around with powers. If your character has powers from canon you want to play around with, go for it. If you'd like to test out possibilities for game powers, also go for it. Feel free to change it up from thread to thread if you need to. This can be handwaved as exposure to Stuff making characters' powers shift a few times before settling.

Potential players may use test drive threads as their log samples. However, at least one post in their thread must fit the requirements for apps, both in length (200 words) and in quality. If you do plan on using a thread as a sample, please make sure the writing throughout your threads is a good example of your writing skills and has some solid examples of the character's voice.

Players can eventually count TDMs towards AC. They can only count towards comment-based AC proofs.

Potential players can opt to keep these threads as game canon when they app in, or start over fresh, based on preference. The Stuff bringing them to the game universe can fog their memories, if players don't want their character to remember TDM threads when introing into the game.

The game is invite-only. Players without invites are allowed to tdm since some of them may know someone in game to ask for one, and since some people enjoy TDMs just for fun in games they don't plan to app into. But an invite is required during the apping process.

The game is at a starting cap at 30 players. Right now the current number of invitees is likely to not exceed the game's 30 slots, but if we go a few over they will still be allowed to app during this first round. Future apps will be rolling apps and will have a wait queue if the cap has been exceeded.

The first game round will be apps only, no reserves. Apps open: Sat 4/11/20. Game start: Fri 4/17/20.


kingofneworleans: (Default)

[personal profile] kingofneworleans 2020-04-08 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"Know a couple hommes I could ask, but non, don' know de number off de top of my head." He looks her over carefully before shaking his head. "Got a similar issue. Jus' go 'bout punchin' through walls a different way."
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[personal profile] firstsignofspring 2020-04-08 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Wow that sure is a familiar voice of authority. Carrie can feel herself wanting to snap to authority straightaway, except for the fact that she is - already on the move? Safe?

There's an impulse to wiggle and try and fight again - but she knows better, knows to make herself light and still and easily transportable. Besides, this guy did just take a hit for her, all heroically and all.

So instead Carrie peers past Cain's side, hands fisted in the fabric of Cain's terrible-no-good new hire jumpsuit. At least she can play lookout, least she can do as they (he) barrels towards the door.

"Looks like the last staffie's out. There's incoming, three-o-clock-"
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[personal profile] heterochrocatic 2020-04-08 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"No!" Catra replies sharply, indignant. "But what if I'm... what if I'm just bad and there's no way of fixing me?"
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[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-08 10:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh? This is the mutatation thing, right? How'd your genetics treat you?" The coffee is thick enough with milk and sugar to almost be a meal, and at least caffeine suppresses appetite.
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[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-08 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"Then you wouldn't feel lousy about what you've done; you wouldn't want to change it if you could; you wouldn't been torn up over the idea that you might be a bad person." Saturday is calm and relentless in her logic.

"Anyone who tries to tell you you're not free - that you're trapped by some, I dunno, immutable law of nature in a certain situation or way a' thinkin' and being - is a liar who doesn't have your best interests at heart."
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[personal profile] firstsignofspring 2020-04-08 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Carrie grabs a rag, quite blatantly following Saturday's lead, and sets to work, broad motions. Her scrubbing gets increasingly sharp, changes, after several covert glances over at how Saturday's working.

She's quiet for a bit too, both putting effort into cleaning and turning over in her mind what to say, and what it even matters she says to people here.
Everyone's going to go there separate ways, right? And she's been in a cave for the past year with one guy with a Bat fursona and his budding army/cult.

"Community cleanup. Of the streets, you know. Things had gotten - real bad out there, and no one else was doing anything. Just - my boss had stung some people real bad in the past. Government folks and crazy clowns alike. Alfred didn't want me ending up like the last kid."
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[personal profile] heterochrocatic 2020-04-08 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"Catra." Everyone was handing out their names, so Catra didn't really see much reason to not. They were all kind of stuck with each other, after all. She bends down to try assembling the damn thing--not that she cares but having furniture that she can mess with and not get in trouble over is a first.

"I'm managing, I guess. It's all stupid. What about you?"
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[personal profile] partiallysquirrelblood 2020-04-08 10:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"This is Tippy Toe, and I'm Doreen."

<Hi!> Tippy says with a little wave.

"She says hi."
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[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-08 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"Street level doesn't usually go so sideways you gotta burn everything," Saturday remarks. "Unless it turns out to go higher. He bite something that lead all the way up?"

She's not asking what happened to the other kid. She can probably guess. Carrie is young for fieldwork, but 'jisan had started Saturday at a similar age, on small timers. Maybe it wasn't her boss' fault things had gotten out of hand - it hadn't been 'jisan's fault that the warehouse run had gone all to shit, after all.
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[personal profile] firstsignofspring 2020-04-08 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Carrie's quiet, processing all that. Not necessarily with horror or surprise as you might expect from a kid, just grim.

"Spirits. Huh. I've heard stories of magic back home, but they went away when the capes did. Went or hid, same difference."

Carrie doesn't tip her head back, just keeps watching Saturday, cheek propped against her hand. She tries to not let the disappointment in her voice be palpable, that she was hoping for an answer. "So you - hadn't gotten home yet after the portal. Is that how you ended up with the arm?"
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[personal profile] kingofneworleans 2020-04-08 10:20 pm (UTC)(link)
He raises one shoulder in a half shrug. "Coulda been worse. Had de eyes since I was born, or so I been tol'. De rest came in when I was a teen." Looking around a moment, he finally grabs a napkin, balling it up. "De way I had it explained, scientific'ly, is dat my body generates a biokinetic field dat lets me cause a chain reaction in somet'in' I'm touching an' causes it t' build up a charge." He's still watching her, but the napkin in his hand goes pinkish-purple with a squeal of contained energy. "An' I can t'row dat an' it'll explode."

He grins, though, as the glow cuts out. "De way I 'splain it? I touch de t'ing, I t'row de t'ing an' dat t'ing goes boom."

Quicker demonstration this time as the power flashes over the napkin, the glow far weaker this time as he tosses it upward. It's less an explosion than a soft paff with a little ash, but it serves for the sake of demonstration.
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[personal profile] firstsignofspring 2020-04-08 10:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"All the way up. There was an agreement, years ago. That all the 'vigilantes' would stop stepping into it, go away. Billying things up for the government, for the companies buying it, you know? But it's not like they made anything better. Just their images."

Carrie shrugs a little, stretching out her shoulders before resuming work. Well, after a quick nervous twist of her mouth. Better to not linger on corporate talk, considering their current circumstances.

"The military were already sending out their big guy to shut it down, and there were the cops, and some of the crazies that liked to fight the Boss came out of retirement when he did. So lay low, then bite and finish it before they can bite us. It's been going."

War. They were preparing for war.
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[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-08 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"Kinda. One of the places we passed through, I ended up on the wrong end of a ceiling-mounted assault gun. Hurt real bad."

She still remembers it, when she bothers to; it stands out clearly, the purring roar of the gun, the bullets seeming to move in slow motion, and the split second of realization and decision. I might not die. Bit definitely will. And then just white, too much pain to even feel her own body, and Maggie screaming in a way she never wanted to hear again.

She says this reluctantly, rubbing at her metal wrist, and then changes the subject. "How'd you get stuck in all this?"
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[personal profile] fromfryingpantofire 2020-04-08 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"No, he's not. Sorry your boss isn't here, either." But...well. Either of them could show up. Maybe. Not that Sam has any idea how this whole thing works.

He finishes boosting up Carrie, judging the hatch for himself. "Clear back a bit and give me some room."

Thank God he's been keeping up with the pull ups. Otherwise, it might be more of a problem as he jumps from a standing start, getting his hands over the edges of the opening and pulling himself up. Which takes...a little bit. Because it's not exactly easy wen there's not a lot to grab hold of for a better grip.
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[personal profile] firstsignofspring 2020-04-08 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
See, Carrie's eyes sweep over and register Doreen's tail, sure. Which is weird, but it's closer to the kind of stories she knew, the stuff buried deep in the files.

The squirrel itself, however? Or herself. Whatever. No point in being rude.

"... Okay. Hi, Tippy Toe, Doreen. Nice to meet you...?" She waves back, a little hesitant.

"Carrie, Carrie Kelley. You, uh -" she hesitates, then plunges along, seeing if this matches the kind of paradigm she knows. "You a cape or something?"
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[personal profile] thewholeofthemoon 2020-04-08 10:31 pm (UTC)(link)
His clothing isn't any better. It's definitely meant for someone with wider shoulders and a barrel chest. Both things that Remus is most definitely missing. At least the length is good, which means he isn't tripping over the legs.

"We're probably going to have to find a way to at least trust some of the others here." Not all of them. Definitely not all of them. Remus didn't think he could trust Sirius if he tried. "At least trust them to want the same thing we do, which is to get out of this situation."
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[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-08 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"...vigilantes?"

Saturday is getting flashbacks. Horrible flashbacke to horrible elves in horrible costumes, being horribly dramatic and shooting people she loves in the lungs because it's fine when you have a magic weapon that only kills if you want to, that makes attempted murder an aesthetic.

"Think you need to back up a bit. How'd you get sucked into fighting - sounds like just about everyone?"
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[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-08 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Saturday watches him and the napkin carefully. When it explodes, her face lights up.

"Oh, cool! How big can the boom be?"

She swipes up some of the ash, examining it. Normal ash - and no astral disturbance she could see when he did it, though to be fair she'd never been great at assenssing and her third eye had been on the fritz since arrival.

"Are there limits on the size, or material? - shit, can you do that to organic matter? And how fine is the control?"

Saturday can't help the way her mind starts turning over tactical possibilities. A 'splosion in the right place at the right time...

" - oh, and feel free to ask rude questions about me, too," she adds, remembering that they're still strangers.
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[personal profile] firstsignofspring 2020-04-08 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Carrie makes a hiss of sympathy at that, but doesn't press when Saturday changes the subject, even if she still is wildly curious about how the thing actually works. But patience, Carrie, patience.
Hey, deflection is all part of the game. Really, this all seems stunningly open by Carrie's standards.
[At least Maggie isn't screaming wherever she is right now. Probably just that dread quiet, alone.]

"Nothing like that, not my kind of nasty. Just thought I could help some about a year ago, got myself involved. Figured I went to school and girl scouts for something, right? ..Guess Jorgmund agreed."
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it's fine!

[personal profile] valkywhee 2020-04-08 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[Pyrrha, why would you assume for a second that Nora wouldn't just charge in on the awkward conversation without caring or probably even noticing it's awkward? Are you thinking of Ren? Yes, they're joined at the hip, but they're easy to tell apart.

Nora folds her arms and narrows her eyes.]


Pyrrha.

[You don't get to just come back from the dead and not talk about it!]
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[personal profile] kingofneworleans 2020-04-08 10:50 pm (UTC)(link)
It's just her luck that Remy likes showing off. From time to time. (Read: all the time.)

He can't help but laugh, shaking his head as he settles back. "Oui to bot'. Back home, I could charge up to a small car, but dat'd take me a while an' I'd be wiped afterward. Prefer small t'ings I can t'row. Can't be livin'. Can't charge people or plants, f'instance, but paper an' de like are fine."

Please don't ask if he could charge a zombie. He's done that thought experiment before.

"Control is good. Wasn' always, but ain't dat al'ays de way wit' somet'ing new?" A shrug. "Can delay a charge a bit, but not too long. Mos'ly use it when figh'in', t' be honest."

He leans forward a bit, looking her over. "'M guessin' you're augmented somehow. 'Cause you don' look like you'd be able t' take out a wall on a regular basis." Which might have been the fact that she wasn't eating correctly, but he'd let her confirm. "Strengt'? Anyt'ing else in dere?"
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[personal profile] princesspower 2020-04-08 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"Never heard of Earth," Adora mutters, looking a little confused. She sort of expected people from other planets to look less like er, but then again Etheria had loads of different people, so what did she know? She grips the bar again at his prompting.

"I'm going to stick with this for now. I just want to push through this set and then maybe add something..."

She grabs the bar again and once more she's pushing through her repetitions. No talking, because she's focused on her breathing and form.
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[personal profile] firstsignofspring 2020-04-08 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[Carrie cannot confirm or deny on the costumes part. Or the drama. Or knowing any archers that like to try and shoot people non-lethally.]

"That's what people called them. I mean, they fought people, and most didn't work for the government, so. 'Nd some people thought they made it worse, that they caused these other crazies to costume up and fight them. But after they went away, it didn't get any better."

She has to think about that. It sort of did snowball pretty wildly.

"..Uh, well. Bruce - that's my boss - he wanted to take it slow at first. Give me a few weeks of training, you dig? But then everyone that needed fighting just showed up kind of at once. And there was a nuke. And something had to be done."

She has to think and pause again, not sure if she just made things sound even more stupidly out of control or not. The nuke was pretty unexpected by everyone.
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[personal profile] greatlyexaggerated 2020-04-08 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
The "enemy" - The Great Enemy. Cain almost sags in relief, his knees feeling far too much like jelly than they ought to be. The rambling explanation isn't much more illuminating, but he catches some close-enough alternatives that he thinks this could be some... feral, spiritual bastardization of the Imperial Creed. Either way, there is no love for Chaos.

"That's exactly what I'm talking about," Cain says, so incredibly relieved. Not a planet of psyker heretics, after all. He latches onto the possibility with ferocious desperation that this is just a misguided lot, perhaps an overlooked little colony that the Imperium accidentally passed over during the Crusade, placed a little too close to a warp rift.

"It's inevitable if uncontrolled. It can endanger the lives and souls of an entire world, if a single untrained psyker falls to temptation. It may seem like an exaggeration, but it's the truth."
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[personal profile] greatlyexaggerated 2020-04-08 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Cain returns the handshake with the same strength, and appreciates the lack of posturing. It’s equally a novelty for him to not see the slack-jawed reactions of awe or the carefully studied nonchalance to the mention of his name, something he was still caught off-guard by. It was more than tedious to explain where exactly he fell in the chain of command to an outsider, but this man seemed to recognise the role of a Commissar, if not Ciaphas himself.

"I'm attached to the Valhallan 597th as a Regimental Commissar." Then amends with a slight laugh; "Well - as of today I'm an employee of Jorgmund, as you are, but I'm sure you'll understand if I prefer to introduce myself with this title. It's difficult for an old soldier like me to let go of that habit."