When Lingshen mentioned these creature's affinity for heat, which in retrospect made sense, he held up his gun and said, "If we set these to the lowest settings, they should be able to heat up something to an appreciable temperature without damaging it. All we'd have to do is make sure they don't burn themselves on it." He really hoped that these people weren't catching on with how he was feeling about these critters, because any further and they'd expect him to be the smuggler.
"That way, we can do it at range. If they've gotten into more places in the ship, we just get security teams with phasers and cages, and they'll be able to corral them easy enough."
Moloch was paying more attention to the creatures than the conversation going on about the other engineer's age and qualifications. But fortunately the security officer was called away.unfortunately Peridot was ticked. But since she could only yell he sought solace in his rapidly draining cup of coffee.
Suddenly after investigating the science officer more were visible and crowding around the firey security officer instead, possibly in search of heat. "Yeah, well however smart they are they're still creepy little bugs" he said backing away from the ones on his level slightly. Then the still aggravated, if slightly more subdued, voice of his boss called to announce he was in charge during the away mission. He turned to the fox, who knew worked somewhere in engineering from the uniform and a brief review of the Engineering roster he could find, "Looks like I'm officially your boss for a bit" he said before tapping his badge to respond with a brief "got it, cheif"
Harley picks up the second tablet and resumes high speed scrolling through files, occasionally marking a file as a person with either a potential background in animal handling or terrorism. "Attacked? Well, the rule of thumb for that is one is happenstance, twice is coincidence, third is a shot in the patootie. Until I here about something else happening internally that could be sabotage or I find out someone deliberately set those bug-thingies to attack engineering, I'm going to assume it's just people being people being people."
She looks up. "Oh, Lizzie-bo-bizzie, speaking of peeps being peeps... do you know anything about holodeck programming?"
Croaker - Deck G - Sickbay
Kolaan was on his way soon enough, which left me to deal with the shuttle survivor. He had been in a suit, probably why he survived the initial attack. Maybe a hard-vacuum worker or something? But soon enough he cracked the helmet seals and I saw that he was human, or looked that way. I had seen many things that looked human to the eye. I did not pay attention so much to what my eyes told me anymore.
"You'll get your clothes in a minute," I said to him, moving up to take Kolaan's place. I nodded to one of the security types. "Synth up something and have it transported in." Then I turned back to our prospective patient. "In the meantime, who's they? And how'd you survive? Sit down on the bed there, we'll be getting intrusive before we release you into the wild. Don't know what you might have picked up."
I turned my attention towards the rainbow array of lights and displays that were spitting out all the information that could be gleaned from scanners. Fortunately, it was not my job to make sense of them. A few of my specialists were already there and soon enough, they would see fit to tell me what they saw. I stumped up closer to the transparisteel windows, but kept out of reach if he were to punch through. Some people might think it a fine joke for anyone to do so, but I had seen some with the strength.
"You got a name, buddy? Anything we can check against records?"
A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent upon arriving. -Lao TzuCounselor's Office
"None at all," Sarah replied. "Never even been inside one of the things."
"You're probably right about the leechticks," she added. "If terrorists were attacking, wouldn't they be more obvious about it? The leechticks haven't attacked anyone yet. One of them started following Ricco around like he's its mother."
"Re-he-eally?" Harleen said. "That's adorable." She clicked her tongue, scanning more crew data. "Anyway, I was hoping you could help me set up some sort of holodeck game thing for the crew, based on Tomb of Horrors from Dungeons or Dragons, or maybe a ground combat sim based on Donkey Kong."
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Counselor's Office
"Yeah," Sarah said. "I'll do whatever you need me to. Holographic things trying to kill us sound like great distractions from the real things trying to kill us."
It sounded dangerous, but it was only a holo-deck. And Sarah had been proved wrong once about a crew member, so it wasn't like she was an expert on qualifications.
After the discussion with the Chief of Security, Genji headed to the Armory. They would be heading out to explore the remains of the Delhi Station so he couldn't take too long to get everyone ready, so he hoped everyone there had gotten at least most of what he asked done.
Thinking about it he wondered if it would be better to leave some of them inside the ship just in case something attacked the ship while they were outside, it was hard to tell just how much time had passed since the attack at the station, so it wouldn't hurt to be prepared.
Tatsumaki—U.S.S. Verne—Bridge
While waiting for Zim’s answer, Tatsumaki turned and quirked a curious eyebrow at the video feed. When it came to their mysterious saboteur’s list of credentials, they had made their way through every EA recruitment screening without rousing suspicion, engineered a heretofore theoretical phenomenon that would have eradicated everyone on the ship, including themselves, and capped it off with… smuggling harmless parasites on-board? There must be more than meets the eye, She thought as she opened a com line to the engine room, just as she realized that the lizard had sported a similar theory not seconds ago. Suddenly sporting a headache that had nothing to do with her recent telekinetic activity, she continued: “There may be some trick to their biology that is not immediately obvious. Continue with containment procedures, but do not let your guard down.”
Closing the line, she then turned to Peridot, nodding her assent. “Very well, Chief Engineer Peridot, you are cleared to come along. I might suggest the HEV suits in any case, decontamination protocols may feel… unpleasant, on bare skin.” She then gestured behind her, at the waiting green-haired gynoid. “When you descend to the phase deck, take this one with her. Question her on her… qualifications.” Tatsumaki said, her voice and expression both coming just short of putting physical air quotes around the word.
She then turned for one last glance at the feed, before shaking her head in confusion. Whatever was going on, she was eager to pop down and figure it out for herself, before anything else emerged, broke, or did something scientifically impossible.
If I had that kind of power, I'd have dropped a meteor on your house ages ago~Zim's eyes had been glued to the screen, his thumb trembling over the trigger. Finally, after a moment of silence, he glanced in Tatsumaki's direction, and to his great alarm found her staring at him. "Eh?" he went, becoming vaguely aware that he'd just been asked a question. "Oh, uh, the, um... other one. The second other one- No, wait! The, uh...which one was the one where I go back to my quarters? Ehhh- yeah. That one, definitely that one. Number one, that is theee one, yessiree." By this point, he had gone right back to staring at the screen. Say what you will about Zim, few other people on board could be so consistently irritating to their superiors.
And a Strange Figure Emerges."There's about seven humans to each non-human on this ship— and actually, hold on, there's a possibility none of us are considering." Ensign Nadir said, trying to stay as close to the situation but as far away from Seath as possible. "What if they only seem threatening to us because of the way we are? Think about it. Imagine a species that sees a human, sees our two legs, and thinks we're super dangerous because it associates a high number of legs with danger. For all we know, these Leechticks are actually super harmless and don't want to do anything with our heads, and we're all enacting a very dangerous- albeit completely harmless - form of prejudice!"
As Chao waved around the blowtorch and the heat disappeared from P'li's hands, the Leechticks swarmed after the blowtorch, surrounding it with a look of admiration and following Chao's hand wherever she moved. After a while- and only if Chao didn't move her hand- they started moving closer and closer, until one of them began rubbing his body against the heat, chirping happily... way too happily.
"They're humping the heat again." Ensign Nadir commented, covering his eyes with his finger as the Leechtick started rubbing his body more and more against the blowtorch, until a wet PLORP popped across the room, and a slimy miniature Leechtick rolled out from inside of the larger Leechtick. "Holy—" Ensign Nadir squeaked. "Did that thing just poop out a baby?!" At the same time, the Leechtick in Seath's hands began to writhe and cry, a sizable bulge visible in its side. "Oh my God. They're pregnant. They're all pregnant."
Inside the transporter room, an Engineering officer rested against the wall, looking at the holographic clock on his operating table before one of the away team members finally walked in. "I've been waiting for someone to show up for the past twenty minutes!" He said, blatantly ignoring the fact it hadn't even been five minutes since they had formed an away party.
The officer headed over to a slot in the wall, sliding out a small table with a few phasers and tricorders, a primitive form of communication. "This is in case you lose contact with the ship and need to talk to us to another way. Plus, it scans terrain, atmosphere, that kind of thing, like a portable nerd— I mean, a portable Science officer." The Engineering officer explained, waving the tricorder around, before grabbing the phasers. "And these babies, you can set them to stun or... well, you get the gist. Try not to hit anything friendly."
He slumped onto his chair, fingers hovering over the commands. "Take yer positions and I'll beam you all away."
"A name? Don't you recognize me?" The old-man said, holding up a badge with the Delhi Station logo. "I'm Captain Pines of Delhi Station! I'm the person in charge of this whole thing— and, unfortunately, I'm starting to think that I'm also the only survivor. Which sucks, really. I wish I could have done a better job, but at least I'm making up for it now by telling you guys to turn around and tell the Earth Alliance to get as far away from here as possible!"
As Captain Pines sat down, removing his spacesuit and revealing a fairly simple and sweat-stained uniform underneath, a Medical officer whispered to Croaker. "So, uh, our records check out... sorta." The officer said, trying to hide her frown beneath a surgical mask. "Delhi Station's records went offline with the destruction and we're relying on a backup from last year... unless things changed, then, yes, that is Captain Stanford Pines of Delhi Station. According to our data, he's the man who invented the Portable Refrigerator!" The officer exclaimed happily, but frowned again when she saw Captain Pines removing a tuft of gray hair from the back of his head. "I... guess?"
"You're the Chief Medical Officer, right?" Captain Pines stood up, pointing at Croaker. "Tell your Captain that if he stays here, there's a high chance he'll attract those things back. It's... it's something I can't describe because I couldn't see it! It just showed up out of nowhere and attacked us, then, KABOOM- half the station, disappeared, just like that! I only escaped because I was heading out with an away team to try and get closer to those things, but... the radars, they tricked us- we thought they were just floating by on a ship, their ship, if you could call it a ship, was as big as the sky itself! And that's why you need to get out of here before those things come back and end us!"
The Relief Second Pilot, a three-eyed ebony-skinned man, 'waved' at Zim and grinned to himself as he took the little alien's ship. "Oh man," He whispered to himself, although he clearly lacked the ability to control his volume since everyone could hear him. "I knew I could count on her to just relieve everyone on my way to these controls! Oh, Momma, if only you could see me now- Second Pilot on my first day!"
At long last, Zim had sufficient motivation to pay attention to the world around him. Spluttering and staring in disbelief, he scrabbled away from the three-eyed man taking his place as if he were a large spider that had just dropped into the chair. "What is this?!" he demanded of Tatsumaki, pointing a finger at the relief pilot that trembled with fury. "What mockery transpires in this plaiiiice?! WHO gives this subordinate scuttler permission to assume the post that was foremost assigned to ZIM?!"
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And a Strange Figure Emerges.Bridge
As things started to devolve a bit upon arrival at their would-be station, Excellen was ordered to tak the place of the First Pilot after the stunt he pulled. Leaning back as Dross reached past her, the blond woman bounced up from her seat and made her way over to the pilot's seat. She approached as the short green bearded man started making a scene as he was also being relieved. Paying him no mind. the relief pilot took her seat and gave the three-eyed man a wink. "Lets show them how its done, Tiger."
Giving the console a once over, she noticed many differences from the type of controls she was used to. Not too surprising, since most of her training was for fighters rather than something like this. There were plenty of similarities though. Placing her hands on the controls, Excellen gave Tatsumaki a smile. "Do not worry ladies and gentlemen, I'll be gentler than others" the relief pilot announced proudly.
"In the absence of any other evidence..." said Botanica to Leo as she strode down the hallway - taking care to stay just slightly crouched to keep her from bumping her head on the ceiling - "... I would have to make that leap, yes." She skirted around a human before tapping the side of her head again, mentally shuffling through her list of official channels for a few kliks before she found Guy's private frequency and responded.
"Whatever we've found - I'm not sure what exactly the best course of action is," she admitted after a few seconds of weighing her options. "Perhaps it has something to do with the destruction of Delphi?" she suggested - after all, the robot had manifested itself only a few minutes before the Verne had chanced upon the wreckage of the human space station - you didn't have to be Nightbeat to suspect that there was some kind of connection there, however tenuous.
"Are you headed to the transporter deck?" she asked after a moment of reflection. What she was about to suggest was... well, put simply, it wasn't the kind of thing that a captain would like to hear about, especially from a low-ranking science officer. "Assuming we find a way to bring the... item' with us as part of the away team," she suggested as soon as she was certain nobody around her was listening in.
"Perhaps it can-" she went silent for a moment as she dodged around a trio of crewmembers, scrambling off to some station in preparation for the upcoming ground team. "- perhaps it will lead us to answers. And while we have it with us perhaps I can run the Ambus test," she added as an afterthought.
Before long, she had reached the transporter deck. She'd worked with a mockup of one during her time at the Academy, and she understood scientific behind it- a short-ranged, more refined version of the old orbital bounces that had defined the cloak-and-dagger period of the war. Still, seeing one of them in person was - what was the human phrase? - breath-taking.
"Science officer Botanica of Lower Petrohex -" she mentally cut herself off before she fired off her serial code and alternate mode, an instinct unconsciously drilled into her by decades of intensive security checks back on Cybertron - "reporting for the away team," she finished nodded to the technician on deck, readying herself for the inevitable discombobulating of transport as the other team members trickled in.
Tatsumaki—U.S.S. Verne—Bridge—>HEV Suite
Tatsumaki was unamused. "I will tell you what," Tatsumaki said to Zim with a flat expression as she began to float off the ground once more. "If you want your position back, prove to me that you can follow orders. It is as simple, and as complicated, as that. Perhaps think of making yourself useful with the new arrival, for instance, or doing anything other than blaming others for your mistakes." She raised her hand and snapped for dramatic effect, and the armrest of her Commander's chair popped open and produced a pair of manacles, both about the third the length of the average forearm yet sporting nothing obvious connecting them. "From my peacekeeper days," She explained, dropping them off at Zim's feet, "you never know when you might need them."
She turned in place, netting her fingers behind her back as she nodded to Excellen and the Second Relief Pilot. "I have no doubt." She said with a faint smile. "Maintain current course, and keep us a level distance from the wreckage. I sincerely doubt that an enemy craft could wreak this kind of havoc, as opposed to internal sabotage. However, if any Outer Rim opportunists swoop in, we'll have a time taking evasive maneuvers while staying within transporter range of the residential quarters. If necessary, take shelter in the shadow of the Central Operating Station, but do not leave unless you feel the ship is in danger. These people have been through enough; we owe them a safe journey home." With one final, authoritative nod, Tatsumaki turned and floated toward the entrance to the bridge. "What you do now is not my problem," Tatsumaki called back, obviously aimed at Zim, "but for your sake, I hope you find some motivation."
As she floated off-deck to the turbolift, she tapped her combadge and opened a link to Engineering. "Engineering Officer Homem Christo," she said, "Chief Engineer Peridot has recommended you for an away mission to the residential quarter. Report to the phase deck, if able and willing." Tapping it off again, Tatsumaki stopped the lift at Deck G, home of the teleportation equipment—and the HEV suits. She moved to get fitted, crossing her arms as her suit was retrieved, taking advantage of the lull to open a channel to Croaker. "Chief Officer Croaker, status report. What's the status of the one brought on-board? Is there any progress on our... investigation?" She asked, giving one of the suit technicians a side-eye.
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If I had that kind of power, I'd have dropped a meteor on your house ages ago~Once he got to the armory, Genji saw that his crew seemed to be pretty much set. After a brief greeting he went to get his swords as he felt those were the only weapons he really needed in order to do his job, at least until he got proved wrong. With his swords now ready, he turned to face the crew who was eagerly waiting for what he had to say.
"I will need some of you to stay here and take care of the ship in case something decides to attack while we're out there investigating. The majority will come with me though, so let's organize this..." he said, not too sure about how to go about it.
Genji settled to just split the crew into two groups based on their positioning at the moment and then set off to the transporter room with the group that was going with him. He decided he'd let the First Officer know he'd be getting there shortly, after all she was the one leading this whole thing.
"First Officer Tatsumaki, me and my men are all set to go and we're heading to the transporter room," he said through the communication device.
Zim's shoulders hunched higher and higher, his face contorting into a sneer of impotent indignation, but at last, he let it all out in a single harrumph. "Fine. You doubt my capabilities at order-following? Then ZIM shall accede to your complexly simplistic order following agenda. Have fun being bored without my tactical mastery at the helm, 'cause I'll be, eh...doing...many a cool thing without you all there!" With one last huff, Zim trotted out of the room, manacles in tow. He marched in the direction of the elevator in a disgruntled slouch, hands in pockets and muttering darkly.
One lift ride later, Zim had reached his living quarters. A simple space, a bed, a desk, a picture of a pig, nothing too fancy for a helmsman of his caliber. Zim made certain the door was shut fast behind him, then stretched out his arms with a great big yawn. "Finally, a moment or two to myself." Zim clapped his hands, and the picture of a piggy flipped upwards. A mass of mechanical tentacle pipes spread along the edges of the room, which was soon bathed in a harsh maroon light. The Tentacles caught the bed and flipped it against the wall, revealing a communicator widescreen underneath. Zim intended to fully convert the room at some point into a fully-blown irken laboratory, to make it feel more homey. But there was only so much he could do to avoid suspicion, so in the meantime, the tech that was in place would allow instant communication from across the galaxy, cloak said communication from the ship's monitors, and look really nifty while they were at it.
The screen filled with a bright static. Zim's spider legs emerged to remove his contacts and false hair and store them within. As he stared expectantly, the static cleared away, the image came into sharp focus, and two slender insectoid figures appeared on the other side. "My Tallest," said Zim with a dutiful salute. "Invader Zim, reporting for duty."
The purple-eyed, purple-clothed Tallest rubbed his face and yawned. "Y'know, Zim, most invaders like to leave about twelve hours between their reports. Even, like, six or three would be fine, so they have more stuff to report in with and don't, y'know, jam up the lines...call us in the middle of naps-"
"Well, that just goes to show how UN-productive all those other invaders can be! I have report worthy things happen to me every 20 jibba-seconds! Bet you're proud to have such a skilful resourceful invader on board, huh?"
"Yeah, we're all real proud of that." The red-clothed one knocked back an extraterrestrial coffee. "So, what news, o 'valued invader'?"
"You'll be happy to know that moments ago, your valued invader performed a death-defying feat of heroism, destroying an obstacle in mid-hyperspeed and saving himself and his entire crew of 2800 from nearly certain PERIL!"
"Good for you, Zim. Got a real knack for that, uh...not-dying thing...reeeaaal knack for it."
"I thank you for your deserved praise, my Tallest. Unfortunately, the meat-stinking crew of butts and dolts surrounding me didn't share that view. My supposed superior, a human female of four foot nothing, had me barred from my work as Helmsman. Some baloney about 'not following orders' and it being simple and complex or some such dookiness."
"What? They, the person in charge, punished you for disobeying orders and reckless behaviour that threatened the entire crew? I'm shocked, I tell you. Shocked and astounded."
"I know, right?!" protested Zim, oblivious to the purple one's struggle to contain his laughter. "But fear not, my Tallest! I shall not rest, I shall never falter, until I have proven my total superiority within the field, and leave no doubts in the mind of what excellence percolates within my proud, Irken bellyful!"
The purple one managed to recover enough to speak. "Y-you talking about impressing us or them?"
"Eh? Surely you jest, my Tallest! The opinions of those mindless maggot-droopies mean nothing to Zim."
"Great! So you won't mind unmasking yourself in front of them and getting horribly punished and tortured for being an alien spy, is that what you're saying?"
"Ah. Shoot my monkey, that reminds me. The uppity First Mate suggested visiting some new arrival or other. Something about a space station being blown up, survivors in the sickbay, who cares who cares who cares I DOOOO! I have a COVER to maintain! And, regrettably, allowances to be made and orders to be fulfilled for the sake of that cover, and the missiiioooon! Thank you, my Tallest. Your words of reverse psychological advice were precisely what I needed to hear."
"Don't mention it, Zim."
"Not that that's stopped him before."
"Well, I wish I could stay and relay further discoveries, but an Invader's work is never done. So for now, Invader Zim, signing off!" With that, Zim cut the transmission, and had the bed folded back again. Now then, where did he leave that little robot of his?
And a Strange Figure Emerges.Croaker - Deck G - Sickbay
Our survivor was a bigwig, or so he claimed. I did not put much faith in the old data coming from Earth. If I was put in charge of the kind of operation that had wrecked Delhi and wanted to plant someone on whoever came looking, the station commander would be pretty believable. My best bet was to play dumb and keep him talking. If he was a knife aiming for our backs, he would think his plan was working while we took precautions. If he was the real deal, we got more information about what happened. I also did not plan to let him know there were other survivors. That way we might have a way to contradict him if he was lying.
"Sole survivor, huh?" I said to him. "Yeah. I've been there. It's pure shit. Probably doesn't feel real yet. Let me know when it hits you. It's like a brick to the face. And yeah, I'm chief medic around here. Call me Croaker. Okay, you didn't see what got you. So what, your lookouts tell you something, you know somebody showed up, you were heading out to get closer and that's when they swatted the station. What'd you see that made you head out in a shuttle personally? Got any ideas on how the scanners suckered you? What else is there? Yeah, have you got numbers on their ship size? We talking miles, kilometers, light-years, what? How about you just start from the top and tell me what happened in order."
I was carefully watching his responses as I threw questions at him. Then I was saved the trouble of calling up the bridge as the Commander chimed in again, demanding an update. Sharp, she was, but also impatient. A new command means the desire to know everything that is going on. I understood that. That did not mean my answer was going to be what she wanted to hear.
"Croaker here," I replied. "Got nothing so far except that these guys, whoever they are, are big and mean and will kick our asses if we hang around here. I'm guessing you figured that already. I'll keep you posted."
If the attackers were really all that, I had to wonder why they did not swat this guy's shuttle first thing, or afterwards, or why they left a big of the station intact. Bait, maybe? It was possible. And there was only one way to find out.
A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent upon arriving. -Lao Tzu"There!" Harley grins, finishing with her tablet. "Got the list read for Snap, Crackle, and Doc. Hey, Lizzy-loo, wanna come along with me to deliver this to him?"
Regardless of Sarah's answer, Harleen Quinzel heads from her office down to the medical center, occasionally stopping to hop down an imaginary hop-scotch board.
Bridge
"Well, it's something to look into, at least. Um, thank you." With that short discussion over, Leo cut off his line to Botanica. He sent the radiation report to Science like he said he would, and then made a note to ask one of the Engineering officers about the Moreau warp capabilities of a hunk of rock. When they weren't all busy dealing with parasites, that was.
It then occurred to him that, while he'd informed Sickbay of the scan results, he hadn't actually told Tatsumaki herself before she left. Hurriedly he tapped his comm badge again. "Bridge to First Officer Tatsumaki! The probe results came in; of the bodies in the station, 99 are still alive. The initial scan didn't pick up any signs of infection, but-" he was about to say be careful before rescinding, figuring that the second-in-command didn't need to hear that from a junior, "I mean, B-Bridge out."
Well, that was that. Almost everyone on the bridge had gone, including their captain and first officer. Leo wasn't sure whether that made him less nervous, or even more so. "I've put in adjustments to our current course to account for the debris floating around." he said, nodding at the new pilots. He even managed a smile, for what felt like the first time since boarding. "Whenever you're ready."
they/them || "Forgive me, regent of queer amphibians" - Lt.BGobSarah followed Harley out of her office. Waiting alone didn't seem like a great course of action, even if the alternative was meeting the higher-ups.
She squared her shoulders, doing her best to look professional yet casual. If you looked like you were supposed to be there, nobody questioned anything.
He let out a muffled "Oh, hell," and quickly leaned down to pick up the leechtick at his feet, holding it firm and quickly moving it towards Seathe. Holding it away from himself like it was a ticking time bomb, he said, "Everyone, grab them! There's no way we can keep track of these babies, it's time to contain them!"
As Botanica spoke, Guy-Man looked down at the robot under his arm, which was now pretending to swim along. He suddenly felt less ok with holding it. "I was about to take a closer look at it, using one of the workshops. But, If that is true, then removing it from the ship would be wise. Until we know for sure. I was not aware there was a mission planned, but I may be able to get it too you before you leave."
Towards the end the conversation, Guy was suddenly contacted by someone else on the ship. As he was answering Botanica, he was also listening to Tatsumaki's message simultaneously. "I will head there now, Ma'am."
"What timing." Guy replied to Botanica, a faintly amused tone bleeding into his usual monotony. "It seems I am to come along. I will find a way to bring the robot."
Cutting the connection, he looked once again at the little bot, thinking.
Stepping into the room, a duffel bag slung over his shoulder, Guy was mildly thankful for the fact that his face was now essentially a blank slate. He had never been very good at hiding his emotions, his expressions typically giving him away. And while he was sure what he was doing wasn't technically against the rules, he imagined it would not be looked upon kindly.
After ending his little conversation with the science officer, he had went directly for his quarters. Gathering up his stuff, and an old well-loved duffel bag, Guy had shoved the little robot into the bottom of it, before placing a few possibly useful tools on top of it.. The robot hadn't stopped moving or making noise the entire time, so he had attempted to convince it to quieten down for the time being; Using empty promises of giving it whatever it wanted. He only hoped it would work.
"Engineering Officer Guy-Manuel de Homem-Christo," He spoke up, his accent clear even through the artificial-sounding tone of his voice, "reporting for away team."
He noted that so far it seemed only himself and the science officer had arrived, besides the man in charge of the transporter, of course. He nodded to Botanica, and then to the man. As he did so, he quietly opened a line to the maximal. "It is in the bag. I hope this works."
Those in the room would soon see Genji come in alongside his crew. The ninja looked at the room and saw that not too many people seemed to be there other than two other robots and the man that handled the transporter in the first place. It seemed the First Officer hadn't arrived yet, in one way it was a little bit of a relief since he was worried everybody was waiting on him since he did take a while, in another, he kinda wished they could go already.
"Genji Shimada," he said in his slightly robotic sounding voice, "reporting for away team"
He then greeted those present with a nod as the rest of the crew began reporting as well. Right now there wasn't really anything else for him to other than stand still and wait for everybody else to arrive. He considered the idea of making some small talk in the meantime, but he wasn't really sure of what to talk about, he wasn't really familiar with any of the people present beyond the most basic things.

Kolaan raised an eyebrow at the middle-aged man who was ranting about what had been going on. "Slow down, please, sir. Everything is going to be all right. I am Anchorite Kolaan. Things will be all right. We have some spare uniforms, and you can use one. Now please, explain to me what is going on here?" he asked gently.
As he asked this, he was using his tricorder to scan the man for any unusual signs when he got a message asking someone from Medical to go on an away team. He looked over to one of the other medical personnel and sighed. "You take care of this man," he told them. "I have urgent business to attend to," he explained, heading out towards the transporter room.
edited 5th Oct '16 9:16:46 PM by AllHailThrall
I can still hail the Horde even though the company has shamed us. Strength and Honor even if Blizzard has neither.