trans_9 | Hail the Conquering Heroes

Entry tags:

Hail the Conquering Heroes

Things can happen without Stacy knowing, that much is apparent now. The damage to her sensors is significant. But the fighting clued her in.

After it's all over, after those captured have been rescued, after the injured have been tended to, only the nest is left, and Stacy takes care of it.

||Infestation of Cluster 42, Level 4, Sector 7, Sublevel 12, Zone 37 has been detected. Triggering internal defenses. Decontamination commencing.||

There is a pause.

||Decontamination complete.||

Simple as that, once she knows the problem was there. Her internal sensors are damaged, especially in the city, and so are some of the systems monitoring them. You have to know what's broken to know to fix it.

Such a simple thing and it only took one man dying to make it happen. (His body is gone, by the way, ripped to shreds and eaten. There's not even a spot of blood on the floor. That's the bugs' doing. The bugs' bodies are gone too--that's Stacy's doing).

||Any injured personnel that still have not received medical attention, report to the nearest lift, and you will be transported to the MedBay. Any uninjured personnel, report to the Living Area, to the restroom facilities to undergo decontamination of xenobiological material. Then report to the Obs Deck to meet your new crew-mates.||

Said crew-mates--and the Doctor, who'd skipped out and miraculously ducked and weaved his way to the lift when he'd realized the Master was there--are there and waiting, and just a tad confused.

[ooc: read this first]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"I only did it partially for science. The other part was just for laughs."

"So hey, planet? Name? I'm Allen Gentry, from at least one version of Earth."

"Brainiac 5 of Colu."

"Got a nickname?"

"No. My real name is Querl Dox."

"Well, Braniac 5 of Colu is a little wordy to be throwing around on a sentence-to-sentence basis. I'm either gonna call you Querl, Dox, or Brainy, so cast your vote now if you don't want me picking for you."

"Braaaaainy, why aren't you telling the doped up guy your nickname? Huh, Brainy? Huh? Brainy Brainy Brainy?"

Kon waved to the new guy.

"New guy, this is Brainy. Don't let him convince you otherwise."

As quickly as he was there, Kon flitted off.

"Why aren't you staying out of my conversations, you overgrown, half-Kryptonian orangutan?" Brainy called after him.

Kon gets some blinking.

Brainy gets some more blinking.

"That was Superboy, wasn't it."

Allen's doped-up beam breaks into a full smile.

"This is the best abduction in the history of abductions. My wife's gonna be so jealous."

"Unfortunately, yes, that was Superboy."

"So jealous. I'll bring her back Bumblebee's autograph or something."

A pause, as Allen considers things through his sedated haze.

"Unless she's here, too. Hey, you haven't seen a totally gorgeous redhead, have you? About yea high," he lifts his hand to about his mid-pectoral region, "Green eyes, awesome hips, probably really pissed off and threatening to kill everyone and everything, adorable spray of freckles on her nose . . ."

"I haven't noticed any redheads."

~~He's been too busy noticing the blondes.~~

"She'd be making herself noticeable." He sighs, momentary sadness crossing his features.

And then it's gone, replaced once more by the stoner beam. "So, Brainy it is. 'Sup, Brainy? How you doin'?"

Brainy rolls his eyes.

Then he looks at his omnicom and frowns.

"What...are you? You seem almost baseline human, except..."

My, these readings are interesting.

"Did you just scan me?"

Allen frowns. "I mean, seriously? That's a breach of privacy. I mean, I'd let you if you asked, but the asking is important."

His posture has suddenly stabilized, and his pupils are contracting - which makes it a lot easier for him to notice things like fancy alien tech. His focus lands on the scanner like a hawk zeroing in on a tasty little rodent.

"Can I see that?"

"Yes I did. I'm trying to discern what over-arching trends there are in those taken, to make deductions about the purpose of our capture, and to perhaps see what powers could be integral to our escape."

He goes on, "I also have several medical degrees and it's highly likely I'm the most qualified physician here. Baseline scans of all the individuals here, while they're in good health, would be wise to have, given my unfamiliarity with some of the species and variants on species here."

He still taps away at the screen. "As for my allowing you to see this, it depends on whether or not you intend to break it or delete my data."

"I'll take it apart to see how it works if that's okay with you, but I won't break or delete anything." Allen leans over to look at the screen as Brainy taps at it. All traces of his sedation have faded.

"Notice how I asked first then clearly stated my intentions and am politely waiting for you to amend the conditions of the handover before snatching it away like a five year old with a plastic truck? You gotta do that, but with scanning."

"Only if I get to watch you do it to make sure you don't damage any of the components. Given where we are, they may be irreplaceable. And not at the moment."

He shoots him a slight glare. "Your analogy is hardly cogent. I'm not taking anyone else's belongings without permission, and the information could be vital for us to escape--or for me to save a life. Regardless of whether I'm given permission or not, I need it."

He seems quite serious about that. Okay, so his social skills approach levels somewhere near nil, but apparently he thinks it's his responsibility to get them all home/doctor up anyone who's hurt.

"Yeah you are. You're taking someone's genetic information. What if they had a very private recessive gene they were embarrassed about? You might as well take naked pictures of people in the shower and call them anatomical references."

The analogy may not be cogent, but we all know about that box of pictures, Brainy.

"Yeah, you look like the kind who likes to watch."

He has no box of naughty pictures of team-mates! ~~It's a holo-collection.~~

Brainy squeaks indignantly, flushing a darker green. Yes, squeaks. It's a very nerdy sound.

"I most certainly am not. And that genetic information could save their lives. There are instances where I wished I'd taken better read-outs of my team-mates. One of them nearly died because my data on her was limited and she sustained quite a bit of genetic damage. Had we not coerced a supervillain geneticist into helping us mutate her to another form--one she despised--she would have died."

"Eww. She must've had a very compelling reason not to just die. And that still doesn't mean you can't ask. So are they really shower pictures, or did you just catch them in their underwear?"

"Humans," he says, with a slight eyeroll. "Your preoccupation with sexual matters is extremely odd. Not everyone else in the universe--or Multiverse, as it were--is afflicted with the same perversions."

Some were weirder.

"Spoken like a true alien virgin. With a box of naked pictures."

Allen's calm smile has intensified into a very amused smirk. Look at the widdle shut in poo-poo-ing biological urges because he hasn't gotten any. It's actually endearing.

"So, can I see your tech or what? I promise I'll be good."

He's not a shut-in! (Sometimes). And he doesn't have biological urges besides the ones he needs for survival. (Except when he does).

"Only if you promise to stop being ridiculous."

"Scouts honor. Not that I'm a scout."

He sets the language on the omnicom to English translation and hands it over.

"Do not delete anything or break it."

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject