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Mad Scientist In The Making

Nate had gotten his armor back from Stacy. The initial elation had slowly given way to a very businesslike examination of the suit's use however, following a troubleshooting session in the City. It seemed that Stacy had locked down the suit's time travel capabilities. So that meant he wouldn't be going anywhere, and he wouldn't be pulling weapons out of the time stream either. A few of the deadlier weapons in the suit itself had been disabled. But he'd be able to get those back up and running.

The thing that he had most wanted to know however, was whether the Vision programming was present. Running through his checklists and looking through the programming ands source codes of the armor's minimal AI system, he was soon satisfied that his suit wouldn't be walking around on it's own anytime soon. Good. One less headache for him. Something he was thankful for, what with the way his head had been pounding recently. That being said he didn't want to be walking around in that suit at the moment. At least, not while it was looking like that.

So it was that he ended up in the Special Weapons area, various tools littering the table next to the larger one that he'd laid the suit out on. First things first, he'd need to get rid of that helmet. He didn't want his face hidden, not anymore at least. So he worked for an hour or so at pulling the components from the helmet and incorporating them into the suit. Of course, for the HUD he'd need to find an alternate method. Perhaps he could rig up a retinal projector keyed to his DNA? Well, time enough for that later.

The sound of clinking and fiddling could be heard for a long time. His eyes began to grow tired as he kept working. How many hours had it been? Didn't matter, he had his suit. He needed to finish. Now that fusion cell connected to that power cable. And that ion regulator into that outlet. Yes it was going fine. Picking up another fusion cell, he grabbed his screwdriver and began to unscrew the cap. Hopefully the gel hadn't congealed after disuse, or else it might--

BOOM

The cell exploded in a great spray of coolant gel and metal parts. One sliver of metal ran a cut along his cheek, and he was glad he'd had the foresight to put goggles on, as others pinged off the protective eyewear. Setting down his screwdriver, he pulled the goggles off, a bemused expression crossing his face as he lifted a hand to wipe the gel off it. His hair stuck out at odd angles from the release of static the exploding fusion cell had caused, and he sighed, rubbing at his eyes.

Maybe that was enough for one night.

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"Well if I go back to my world, I get to watch my brother begin a 3000 year tyranical reign of power." Ghani informed him with a slight smile. "I think that beats your genocidal dictatorship." She was teasing him a little, trying to lighten the mood.

"Oh most definately. Though to be honest, I'm surprised there isn't more bickering amongst the crew."

He chuckled. "I see your three thousand year tyrannical reign and raise you one time traveling planet encompassing sole dictatorship." He could play along. It was easy to joke about becoming Kang right now. But he'd seen what his future self was capable of. And he never wanted to reach that point.

"Maybe you just haven't been hanging in the right circles? From what I hear, there's more than enough bickering to go around."

"My brother become a giant living worm being," Ghani said arching a brow as though she were daring him to try to one up that one as well.

"Perhaps. But I've never been one to 'hang' with any sort of circles. I mostly grew up in the company of my Step-Mother and my twin brother. Here though... I just really haven't found many people that seem to catch and keep my interest."

He held up his hands in defeat, still smiling widely. "You win. There is no way I can beat a giant living worm being." All Kang really had going for him was his derpy suit.

Catch and keep her interest? She sounded like one of the 'queens' from his high school. "Well again," he grinned far, far too widely, giving her a playful, sweeping bow, "You just haven't been hanging with the right people." Because he's so terribly interesting. Can't you tell?

Well she isn't trying to appear lofty, but really most people are a bit... To caught up in themselves to appeal much to her. Besides, she's much better than one of the 'queens' from his high school!! She's a future Empress. Doesn't that count for anything?

She grinned though and turned her head a bit to the side in a small attempt to hide her obvious amusement. "Perhaps. But pray tell, where would one find the right people?"

Nate was probably the opposite of caught up in himself. Though it probably didn't show very much with how caught up in his work he was. If he knew that, it would probably just have made him more awkward around her.

He gave an exaggerated shrug, still grinning widely. "Haven't the foggiest. I hear some cool people hang around engineering though."

Well good thing for him that she doesn't make a habit of telling people unless they ask what she did in her world.

She turned her a head a little to the side, peering at him out of the corner of her eyes. "Oh really. You should let me know when they arrive so I can meet them," she teased good naturely.

Which he would probably get around to later. Maybe. What people had done on their homeworlds didn't seem to matter so much on the ship.

His grin shifted into more of a smirk and he held his hands up in mock defeat. "Well I'm not that great a judge of character. But I'll do my best."

Doesn't bother her either way, but if he does and starts acting strange - that might get on her nerves.

"Should I give you a list of attributes I demand in people I wish to associate with?" She deadpanned with a completely serious expression.

Nate didn't tend to treat people differently due to titles. He might have started calling her 'Your highness' just to mess with her sometimes though. Just saying.

"Would probably help." He forced his expression into as somber a mask as he could manage. Which, judging by the way his lips twitched at the corners, wasn't very somber at all. "I can at least keep an eye out."

Ever met any of the Bene Gesserits? More powerful with none of their limitations. Just sayin'.

"Well as soon as I write up, I'll be sure you get a copy," she said, lifting her chin a fraction of an inch and giving him a look of royalty, and she has the look down, because well... She is royalty.

No actually. Ever met his sort of girlfriend? She smushes things under her giant feet when she gets mad. Just sayin'.

"I'll be waiting anxiously for it's arrival." Really, her royal expression was met my an impish smile. Nate had never really been someone who was fazed by looks like that. Besides, Cassie gave way scarier looks when she was mad.

Nope she hasn't, but she wouldn't be afraid of her regardless.

She allowed her royal expression to drop and ended up flashing him a bright smile. "I think I might end up liking you... Despite the fact that I do not even know your name."

That would probably up her estimation a lot in Nate's eyes to be honest.

He laughed when she smiled. It was good to be able to just kid around, like a real teenager once in awhile. "Oh heaven forbid. We wouldn't want that to happen now would we? Easily rectified though." He offered her his hand. "Nathaniel Richards. But most people just call me Nate."

She extended her hand and grasped his within her own. "It's an honor to meet you Nate, I'm Ghanima Atreides. But I suppose you can call me Ghani." She hasn't given that honor to many of the crew - feel special Nate.

He shook the offered hand firmly. Still smiling. "It's good to meet you, Ghani. Do you hang around engineering often?" He doesn't know though!

"Actually I don't. I normally stay within the city." If she only knew what Nate had just said sounded just like a cheesy pick up line. If only. "Is this where you can normally be found?"

"The city, really? You don't stay in the crew quarters?" In his defense, nate hadn't meant it to sound like that. As good as he was with machines, sometimes his social decorum left a lot to be desired. "Here? Nah. I'm usually in the library or just puttering around, you know? Making a nuisance of myself." He laughed.

She's not offended, don't worry.

"No, I don't. The whole... Living thinking-machine aspect of the ship sort of... Puts me on edge. I find it easier to sleep within the city." She shrugs, it's not really a secret she's not Stacy's number one fan.

"Now why would you want to make a nuisance of yourself?" she asked, her eyebrow arching in question.

That's good to know.

He nodded. He could understand how people unused to technology would feel on edge. "I can understand that. It isn't the most comfortable setting for everyone."

That got a quiet laugh. "It's more fun than lazing around with nothing to do. I'm not on any of the staff so there's no jobs. It's like a hooliday cruise where you get bored after a couple days."

It's not that she's unuse to technology, it's the whole thing with computers and robots nearly wiping out humanity before - and then add in the whole kidnapped from her world thing? Yeah she's not a fan of Stacy or the ship.

She doesn't say anything though, just decides to let that conversation fade away and be forgotten.

"So what exactly do you do with your time? Just.. make a nuisance of yourself?" She's laughing a little, she can't help it.

Nate would have completely understood that. Had he known. He'd been on the receiving end of nasty technology himself, quite a few times. As attested to by the jagged scar across his throat and the more gravelly tone of his voice. It was only his inherent love for it that kept him sane on the ship at all.

"I read, I work out, meditate. Keep in shape, you know? You never know when there's going to be a mission, and I'd like to make sure I'm in top form when I get called."

She tilts her head a little to the side. "What sort of books do you read? And working out?" She's obviously interested by what he said. Though she's curious how he'd fare through a workout with Gurney.

"Technological journals, things on engineering, quantum mechanics, particle physics. Anything helpful really. Most of my knowledge is decades behind a lot of people's here. So I like to try and learn as much as I can." He paused, how to explain working out?

"Physical conditioning. I wasn't in the best shape when I arrived here. If I want to be able to keep up with my teammates on missions, I'll have to make sure I'm in top form."

"Quantum mechanics? Sounds intriguing." Ghani asked, her eyebrow perking up in interest.

"And I do know what physical conditioning is." She said, flashing him an amused look. "We do still keep ourselves fit in my time."

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