alex: terminator? why on earth...*todd takes this moment to speak up in a soft voice* he, umm...he yelled at the AI of the ship we came here on, imperator...and i told him he shouldn't do that in case it ever goes SKYNET alex: yeaaaah, that'd do it...you really shouldn't yell at or insult our AI - it may not be truly…
(i'm pretty sure we undid that - because that was hitting WAY too close to home and i am certainly not doing it, because i don't like talking to myself, which is what i'd be doing here - also why i'm not doing any starfleet spook coming after dundee)
*alex grabs the PAW and starts tapping it with his fingers, sending off the form for processing and filing, including his personal code to ensure it gets processed quickly, as well as sending off a copy to whatever part of the federation deals with these things (maybe the diplomatic corps? idk - either way, we're going to…
(cue the inevitable section 31 or starfleet intelligence agent walking in to try and arrest dundee soon) alex: any idea why? *alex asks as he goes back to his groatcake stacks while he waits for dundee to finish filling out the asylum form*
(hence the second half of my sentence, given i am well aware of how little attention is paid to missing personnel among most of that setting's factions - unless they're important in some way i imagine even the aeldari, who seem to be the most 'lawful good' faction in warhammer, probably don't spare many resources on rescue…
(so how long before someone shows up to bring the two IoM...whatevers they are back to their reality? assuming they don't just get written off as having fallen in battle or devoured by a warp storm or something)
alex: rather odd to have an intel specialist looking after you - and if i remember correctly, you're attached to the Ursini, correct? *he asks, looking directly at todd as he does so, the vulpine jerking in surprise at suddenly being addressed before nodding his head and letting out a rather high-pitched 'yes, imperator!'*…
alex: not really, no, since i've never heard of you - how'd you two run across each other, anyway? *he motions between dundee and todd, who has actually managed to relax enough by this point to order a drink from quark, though he's still rather stiff* you are still technically an earth citizen, even if being a…
alex: so, you're looking to hire out as a merc? what kind of skills do you have? if you want to avoid any issues with the federation, you'll need to formally request asylum from a power that doesn't have issues with augments ASAP, because as it stands right now, you would still be considered a federation citizen and they…
alex: *he quickly throws up a muffling charm so any noise coming from their general area will sound like faint buzzing in the ears of everyone else in the bar, including quark* they wouldn't have known that starfleet still has the old earth nation-state augment records...and not out loud - just think your responses and…
alex: hmmm...perhaps not what i was thinking - so, what exactly was your reason for coming all the way out to the frontier? *he asks aloud, turning toward the small mountain of syrup-drenched groatcakes and begins tearing into them* you had a very interesting record back in the late 1900s - i stumbled across it once, many…
alex: 1993? the only ships that had cryostasis units from that period were the DY series...and that grip you gave me when we shook hands was a lot firmer than i was expecting from a human...and that name *his eyes narrow and ears twitch as if he's searching through memories, finally widening as he manages to find what he's…
alex: woke up like cryosleep? *he asks as he absentmindedly reaches over and grabs the orange juice before taking a large gulp, glancing over at todd* you just going to stand in the doorway there, mooncaller? *he asks after looking over the rank insignia on todd's uniform, said vulpine snapping out of his paralysis on…
(so, exactly how notorious is - or rather, was - he to the aussie government? like, would he be as well-known as khan and have governmental records?) *alex stares at the hand a moment before grasping it in his paw, the black-furred extremity dwarfing dundee's own by a significant amount and the grip rather tight, even…
alex: eh? *he turns and locks eyes with dundee and todd, the latter letting out a sound akin to a mouse being trodden on and freezing up completely, completely ignoring dundee's question* well, the fox is one of mine, but i don't recognize the human at all...though from the smell of his boots, he's seen some serious…
todd: and grill...casino...ferengi embassy...and den of iniquity and debauchery *he walks into quark's and looks around, almost immediately spotting alex sitting at the bar* there he is...*the vulpine sucks in a sharp breath* i guess we should head over and introduce ourselves *he makes no attempt to do so, however, just…
todd: this used to be a cardassian ore processing station, so lighting wasn't as high a priority as other things *he stops a few random passersby giving a description of alex and asking if they've seen him around, having to go through several before he finally gets one to directs him towards quark's, at which he thanks the…
*the fox gathers up the remnants of their meal and recycles them with the replicator, then steps aboard the ship's transporter pad and beams the pair of them down to DS9, appearing aboard the station's own transporter pad in a swirl of silver energy* *and a few minutes earlier, alex also transports aboard the station and…
todd: given the scope of what khan and his ilk did, more like entire war-based media rather than horror - akin to things like the bridge on the river kwai or pearl harbor *he finishes off his breakfast* well, since i already asked for clearance to beam down half an hour ago, i figure it's about time we actually did so now
alex: well, in the meantime, i'm going to head over to the station and grab some breakfast before we head out...hopefully quark's wasn't damaged in the fighting *he mutters as he slips his PAW back inside the storage pocket on his trenchcoat before heading out*
the klingon and romulan ones look good - at least in terms of having enough bulk to actually be carriers...the federation and dominion ones, however, don't really look like they have space for hangar bays - at least from the angle shown
alex: *reading over updates* well, it looks like it's already been dealt with - our resident mandalorian just beat the brown snake out of whoever it was (who's lythe? oh wait, the aeldari 'witch')
the risa board of tourism has many PSAs - here is another "The Risa Tourism Board would like to remind our Caitian and Ferasan festival attendees - most of the resort being a sandbox does not excuse one from behaving like a civilized humanoid."
todd: absolutely ridiculous horror series, especially later on - halloween and nightmare on elm street were a little better when they started, but they still turned utterly ridiculous as they vomited out sequels don't even get me started on werecreature movies - treating us like irredeemably evil, utterly…
*todd wanders over to the replicator and grabs some breakfast of his own - nothing major, just thirty pounds of bacon, eggs, sausage and potatoes, along with a side of two dozen breakfast muffins*
alex: yes, we will find out one way or ano-*he's interrupted mid-speech by his PAW chirping, which he picks up with an annoyed sigh and reads over the message - followed by a chain of loud profanity* are you shitt-some numpties decided to start a firefight on DS9's promenade, and at least one is using a lightsaber