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Luis had already been all over the medical bay, poking and prodding at things, messing with the tools and generally trying to get a sense of what all new toys he'd have to play with if the opportunity arose. The presence of patients made him feel guilty and he ended up stepping out after the wounded from the little skirmish had been brought in (besides, Leon's one friend was extremely hot and Luis felt like leering at her while she was unconscious was extremely creepy.)
That brought him to the special weapons division down the hall. An engineering department... seemed there were no general science labs. That was a shame. Oh well, he'd have to make do with two massive rooms full of fun and interesting scientific tools that he had no idea how to use, but very, very much wanted to learn.
You could find the self-proclaimed Spanish Stallion of Science putting his hands on literally everything in the special weapons division this afternoon, highly engrossed in his work of doing nothing productive but dreaming of all the science he could be up to in here.
That brought him to the special weapons division down the hall. An engineering department... seemed there were no general science labs. That was a shame. Oh well, he'd have to make do with two massive rooms full of fun and interesting scientific tools that he had no idea how to use, but very, very much wanted to learn.
You could find the self-proclaimed Spanish Stallion of Science putting his hands on literally everything in the special weapons division this afternoon, highly engrossed in his work of doing nothing productive but dreaming of all the science he could be up to in here.
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After a moment, a head pokes out of the mess at an angle that seems impossible when compared to what can be seen of the body, and Brainy says, "can you find me the--"
Then it occurs to him that he hasn't seen this person around before. He makes a note to start regularly updating his internal files on the crew, as this is starting to get annoying, and eyes the newcomer with a sceptical look. "Are you supposed to be in here?"
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"Hola, amigo. Didn't see you down there under the Pinto." He cracked a smile that some could describe as "obnoxious." "And I assume so. What's with the smoke?"
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"I'm not sure what you mean... And as for the smoke," he glances away guiltily, "I had some... problems with my work earlier. But it's under control now."
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"Well, good to hear it," Luis said pleasantly, and went right back to poking around all of the things that the special weapons staff probably did not want to be touched. "You work here?"
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"Who are you?" he asks pointedly, "and are you supposed to be poking around with other people's work?" He's been told off for exactly that, so clearly no one else should be allowed to get away with it.
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"Excuse me, sir! I'm sorry to have intruded on your little work area," Luis said, still as pleasantly as could be. "Dr. Luis Sera at your service. I'm the recently recruited Chief Science Officer."
Luis was not actually a doctor. He was 14 pages away from finishing and submitting his doctoral thesis, but he figured that was close enough. Who was going to ask?
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If he noticed the alien guy's annoyance, he certainly didn't acknowledge it. "Not that I've got any more an idea what's going on than anybody else. I just figured, I got a job to do, I better go see the office, you know?"
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Appearances can be deceiving, he tells himself. Surely there must be some reason that this man would be promoted to such a position at such short notice over two twelfth-level intellects.
He is so going to complain to someone about this."But yes, I suppose if you should take a look around the 'office' at any rate," he grinds out. "Though I wasn't aware that included going through your colleagues' projects."
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He placed his hands behind his back and curiously examined the machines and tools all over the laboratory. "Didn't include anything, amigo. I just didn't know they belonged to anybody. Not like I can't keep my hands to myself." Said the man who had not fifteen seconds ago been doing exactly the opposite of that.
"So what is it anyway?"
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He continues to watch the other man suspiciously. "Considering they're projects and many of us work here, I find it hard to believe you didn't at least consider that they might belong to someone. And as for what that is," he says, assuming he's talking about the machine currently being examined, "well, I'm certain my explaining it in detail would go over your head."
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"I guess that's exactly what I'm telling you," he said brightly. "No hard feelings about getting promoted over you, or anything like that, right? I'm looking forward to working with you, amigo."
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"Of course there's no hard feelings," he says, and frost could crystallise on his words for how cold his voice is. "After all, I'm sure you possess either the skill or ingenuity required to fulfil the demands of the job. In fact, I'm sure a simple question - what the ancillary flux differential of tachyon-derived shielding is, for example - would be proof enough that I'm mistaken in my doubts. Don't you agree?"
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"Look," he said a moment later, "I'm not coming around to stomp all over your little tinker toys or usurp your position in the Laser Gun Division or whatever it is you are so up your ass about. In fact, I don't really give a shit about the Laser Gun Division. But if the powers that be that are holding us aboard this freakshow of a cruise liner tell me I'm going to be head of the science division, god dammit, I am going to listen to them before they decide to probe me or something."
He folded his arms over his chest. "How about you save the snotty questions designed to make me look stupid, and show me the ropes in this place so I might make myself useful? Or, barring that, you could get over the fact I'm going to be in and out of here on a regular basis and I can just leave you to your work, and you can just check up once a week or so and let me know if you're creating something that could kill us all."
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He folds his arms, unconsciously mimicking the other man. "I can't help but wonder if perhaps you weren't given the position to help at all," he says suspiciously.
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"Now on the other hand, if there is another son of a bitch named Luis Sera wandering around here, that's another story entirely, and I'd like you to send him immediately to me and tell him to stop using my credit card to charge liquor and late-night takeout deliveries."
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He turns away, ignoring the offered Omnicom and heading back towards his what's left of his workspace. "Especially considering I'm a twelfth-level intellect, and there's two of me on board. If anyone is qualified for this..." It would most likely be his counterpart, due to his being older and having been here longer. But still. He could have lived with that more easily than this 'Luis'.
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He pauses, looking over the remains of his experiments and trying to remember when it was last he took a break from working. Deciding that the answer is 'too long', he turns back to address Luis once more. "Congratulations, you now know about as much as anyone else does. If you have any other questions, I'd suggest taking them up with the Captain, who you may have noticed on the command list. Unlike certain other people there, he seems to be actually qualified for his job."
Checking that he isn't leaving anything important behind, Brainiac 5 heads for the door. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have other places to be."
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This was not the first time Luis was going to share a lab with someone who desperately hated him. He was very used to it. In fact, he almost thought it added a little excitement to the daily grind.