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Entry tags:
- !location: obs deck,
- !plot: mission 01- recovery,
- ax,
- b5,
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- billy cranston,
- brenda,
- captain picard,
- chris ramirez,
- cielo,
- cybil bennett,
- daniel jackson,
- dr mcninja,
- gambit,
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- jaime reyes,
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- john-117,
- kate bishop,
- lafiel,
- leela bricker,
- leon s. kennedy,
- lois lane,
- lyta alexander,
- malcolm reynolds,
- mei ling,
- nathan petrelli,
- nia teppelin,
- nightwing,
- pavel chekov,
- q,
- river tam,
- ronon dex,
- sam winchester,
- spider-man,
- spock,
- stature,
- the vision ii,
- wyn callahan,
- yuri otani
Queries and Quibbles--mind your Q's
[ooc: Read this bit.]
Something happens outside the ship. There's a concussive noise like something docking, and then the doors to Obs open again, to reveal a mostly intact, but somewhat bedraggled away team. One of them is injured, and part of the group works to get her down to MedBay, some of the others look stoic and a touch upset with what they've learned.
Some look pissed off that their various morphers and power suits have been stolen away from them again by Stacy's tentacles or dampened.
Something happens INSIDE the ship. A handful of individuals are released from their pods after quite some time of running imaginary mazes.
Something happens outside the ship. There's a concussive noise like something docking, and then the doors to Obs open again, to reveal a mostly intact, but somewhat bedraggled away team. One of them is injured, and part of the group works to get her down to MedBay, some of the others look stoic and a touch upset with what they've learned.
Some look pissed off that their various morphers and power suits have been stolen away from them again by Stacy's tentacles or dampened.
Something happens INSIDE the ship. A handful of individuals are released from their pods after quite some time of running imaginary mazes.
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"Though you're usually not so comedic, Q. Are you trying to cheer me up before we begin our conversation? One would almost think you missed me."
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"...this is different."
Not that he was complaining about the new suit. It didn't have its own pulse, for starters. Still rather unexpected...
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"You. Is this one of your games, Q?"
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To Picard, he turned and tilted his head appraisingly. He could hardly deny that Jean-Luc looked good in that, in a roguish and barbaric human way. "Think what you want, I never could change your mind about anything." His gaze became almost reluctantly more serious, "What do you need to begin a conversation, an engraved invitation?"
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OMG! It's INDIANA Winchester!! No, Dean, that's not In Diana Winchster.Ok. So maybe it's not as bad as Cybil's skanky cop-girl thing. Actually, Sammy could live with this.
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(He's still holding, for some reason, a small teddy bear.)
"Q, good sir, my wholehearted thanks," he momentarily interrupts.
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To Picard, he says, "That everything you've seen, everything you've done up to this point is nothing compared to what you face ahead. By the time you're done, you'll probably wish I was responsible for this."
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"Do you want to know why I asked for uniforms for everyone? It's not out of fashion or desire, it's because I don't trust the suits Stacy has chosen to outfit us in. They're certainly alive, and who knows what they're monitoring, transmitting, or exposing people to. If you want to be an ally, Q, then help me." He paused, crossing his arms and glancing back at his crew.
"Help me help them, Q. I wasn't commissioned as commanding officer of this vessel, I was chosen. I have just as much obligation to get them home safe and sound as I did to the crew of the Enterprise.
"So answer my questions: Who built this ship? Why is so much information forbidden to us? Just what the hell is going on here?"
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He tilted his head at the remark about the clothes, only just failing to hide half a smile, "Who knows indeed. They're on loan, unfortunately. You'll have to rely on Stacy's fashion sense again as soon as I'm gone."
Quirking a brow, he retorted, "Much as it may surprise you, in your limitless human arrogance, to hear it, but your obligations are completely immaterial to me."
The omnipotent being spent a few moments in silent contemplation of those heated questions, expression wavering between a nearly genuine desire to be helpful and a rather more dangerous, calculating look.
"If I were you, Jean-Luc, I'd play to win... but be prepared to take a very great loss."
And with a single pulse of light, Q was gone.
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"It's how the proper quests always work—don't you know your mythology? There's always a sacrifice."
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"I lost eighteen members of my crew in First Contact with the Borg. I remember all eighteen names, as I remember the name of each and every man and woman lost to them.
You don't have any right, you have NO RIGHT, to speak of the Borg! You've never watched them assimilate people in front of you, people you were responsible for! You have never seen them destroy vessels with hundreds of people on board.
You've never been part of their Collective, enslaved, devoid of free will and thought! YOU DO NOT SPEAK OF THE BORG LIKE THAT." And with that, Picard stormed off, his fury having gotten the better of him.
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Although She wouldn't mind if Stacy swallowed her up whole at the moment.
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There's a facepalm there.
"That was a massive overreaction." A deep breath. "But people, keep in mind what's fiction for you isn't fiction for someone else. Talking about someone else's life as 'episodes' and their greatest life traumas as stories isn't going to cut it."
Shit.
"Not that it's any excuse. I'm going to go verbally tear him a new one for you, okay sweetheart?"
And off she goes.
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Well, he didn't have a tissue, but he could always phase the snot out of his cape. He offered her a corner of it.
"[Here,]" he said gently.
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her iron boyfriendhim instead.(no subject)
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