alex: not unless you can think up a reason to present to starfleet command for wanting to become a lycanthrope that DOESN'T involve any of the aspects that makes it teeter on the edge of genetic engineering
alex: now you're getting into full-on genetic engineering territory - infecting someone with a retrovirus is in the grey area as far as genetic engineering is concerned, but what you're talking about falls SQUARELY within the definition
alex: EVERY human is everybody's very, very, very distant cousin, because humanity all evolved from the same few sources - that doesn't mean you can easily take on someone else's retrovirus without issue
alex: hey, that was a reaper virus! it never would've affected me otherwise - and it was a terrible idea then, and it's a terrible idea now, which is why i'm not doing it
i would think the question he's been asked the most is to clarify his statement that the pack will be LIMITED-TIME only - a clear, concise answer to that is WAY more important than some stupid weapons
LTC engineering on the legendary defiant is good - it means being able to slot EPtW3, which is a significant upgrade over 1 (since you'd ideally be using the LT slot for A2B)
*alex just stares blankly at kayla* i've had a minor bump on the head - that probably healed up fully in less than an hour - and you've kept me here HOW long? *he then turns to raneson* what part of 'no' is unclear to you? first of all, i ain't got a bite permit, second of all, bite permits don't exist because what you're…
*alex freezes with a large bundle of chips (british chips, in case there's any confusion) covered with the horrible blend of toppings he called for on them halfway to his muzzle, allowing the toppings to slowly slide off and land in the dish with a sickening-sounding 'plop!'* ...no
*alex starts digging in, then looks up after feeling eyes on him* what? haven't you ever seen cravings before? (and i seriously hope i made someone throw up in their mouth at that combination)
*alex finishes doing his business and brushing his teeth in the attached restroom, then comes out and orders a breakfast consisting of a large platter of chips covered in ketchup, mustard, chocolate sauce, soy sauce, sliced pickles, chopped sardines and peanut butter, along with a cup of tea, dorset, hot*
alex: well, unless you wanna follow me into the loo, this is as private as you're going to get until the warden releases me *the lupine says as he swings off the biobed to take care of morning business*
alex: good...rolling out of bed is bad enough, but i didn't want to add injury to insult by suffering a miscarriage on top of that *he looks toward raneson* what have you done now?
alex: well, why weren't they refitted for larger species BEFORE the ship was given to krystal? SCE knows the kinds of people she attracts *he hauls himself back on the bed* can you scan me and make sure i didn't hurt anything...you know, inside? *he motions to his stomach, then looks at raneson* why are you here? it can't…
the trend of using TRIBBLE wood and plastic for ships, cement-covered windsocks for superweapons and formless blobs for torpedoes - oh, and jellybeans for jewel buttons...like, i know they needed to budget, but they were seriously too fluffing cheap to go to the nearest craft store and buy a bag of those fake jewels people…
*alex is still asleep on a too-small biobed - which results in him rolling over and falling to the floor with a loud 'ARF!', probably attracting kayla's attention as well as any medical staff in sickbay at the time*
someone actually named a song cygnus x-1? well, that explains the nonsense PM i got last week while i was playing my sentient black hole character of the same name in CO, blathering about music or some such garbage
(you know i was only trying to take it easy while i was being inundated with eventspam - the events in ESO, NWO and CO are over, even though they immediately started up another one in the latter, but that one's actually not a royal PITA to do, so until major events start up in those three games again, i can actually focus…