TEST DRIVE #6 - The Bridge and Ten Forward

[ten_fwd_mods]

Option 01. Ten Forward: The first thing you see is a bar. A large, lively bar filled with many different faces and many different smells, sights and sounds. This is Ten Forward, the Enterprise's off-duty lounge; feel free to get acquainted with your fellow travelers and try to find somebody who's in charge: this is your new home now, after all...





Option 02. The Bridge: Well, aren't you a lucky duck? You've found yourself in hallowed quarters. Wherever you were before, you're not there anymore. Now you're in a room that could be some kind of command center or control room; there's a captain's chair flanked by seats for his chief officers, computer panels and stations at each interior wall, and before you a broad viewscreen that shows the wide expanse of space rushing towards you. Have you ever wanted to be a starship captain for a day? Well, here's your chance. Feel free to roam around, but try not to touch anything shiny.


[OOC: The Bridge isn't usually available for in-game posts, so if you've ever wanted to play there, here's your chance!]

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option 2

[tailblades]

Alloran stumbles as he appears on the bridge of an unfamiliar starship--being dropped somewhere mid-run wasn't the best for keeping his hooves under him. Things like this weren't necessarily unheard of, but Alloran is still on edge as his main and stalk eyes study the people around him--Humans almost all, a few scattered exceptions he was not familiar with. The layout of the bridge is also unfamiliar--designed for bipeds, it appeared, aside from the station before which Alloran had appeared himself.

A ship of Humans, designed for them, traveling at faster-than-light if the stars streaking by outside indicated anything. It made his hearts proud--not that he knew many Humans, but he respected their resilience and strength.

His optimism was tempered by the fact that he'd just arrived on what was obviously the bridge of an unfamiliar ship. He should determine which one of these people was the Captain and report to him.

Re: option 2

[tragic_optimist]

"Oh, hello there."

There may be a very well dressed man who stands out quite a bit from the other people there. One with some odd looking tool and a panel that looks to be a bit worse off for wear. He was there trying to snoop through stuff in the important parts of the ship and not get in trouble for it learn a bit more about the basic engineering of the ship and the blown out panel he had been replacing was a good place to start. And now he's standing in front of a blue furred four eyes quadraped (or would that be sextaped? There were four legs and a set of human like arms, very curious)with no mouth and a rather nasty bladed tail. The Doctor would probably guess it poisoned, but right now that was a thing to figure out if the being attacked.

"I'm The Doctor. I hope you can understand me. Do you? The Federation Universal Translators are rather handy at that."

[tailblades]

Alloran turned to face the man who spoke--first with stalk eyes, then by carefully maneuvering his legs, as if with deliberate thought to where they should go.

The man appeared Human, but looks could be deceiving. He wasn't about to make that assumption.

<I can understand you, yes.> He projected thought-speak directly to him, on a narrow band--he had no mouth to communicate verbally with, after all.

[tragic_optimist]

"Ahh! Directed telepathy! That would explain how you can communicate without some kind of mouth. That is wonderful! I haven't had to deal with a telepath in quite a while!"

The Doctors excitement is obvious, but what may surprise the newly arrived alien is the fact that The Doctor starts to transmit something telepathically back.

Testing testing. Three gamma zed alpha, can you hear me, my good blue centaur being. Who are you and what is your species called?

[tailblades]

Well, that was one question answered--either this man was not Human, or there was some other variable here that Alloran couldn't name. Time travel wasn't exactly unknown to Andalites--the Time Matrix proved that much, and look where chasing that had gotten him. There were theories about parallel universes, but all research into those avenues had been put on hold during the War.

But it seemed comparing Andalites to 'centaurs' was universal.

Having his thought-speech returned in kind was something new altogether.

Alloran bows his head in greeting, deciding for now to omit his War Prince title. There was no war any longer, and he was tired of it.

<My name is Alloran-Semitur-Corass, and I am an Andalite.>

[tragic_optimist]

"Andalite...An-da-light...And-a-lite..." The Doctor says out loud, letting the syllables roll over his tongue a few times. "Well then, Alloran Semitur Corass, may I welcome you aboard the USS Enterprise D. Where, if I'm not mistaken, you may call home for the immediate future."

This last bit is said with a distinct bitterness.

[dreams_dont_die]

There's no possible way to mistake the creature for a Vedran. Still, it looks familair enough that Dylan has to pause when he sees it, just to be sure, because of all the aliens from his world, seeing a Vedran on the bridge of a ship again would give him hope.

It's not a Vedran, though; the color is similar, and it's also a quadruped, but its body is longer, its face different, and it lacks the regal air that everyone from Tarn-Vedra saw in the Vedrans.

Still, it's enough to draw Dylan's curiosity, so he approaches the alien. Dylan still carries himself like a ship's captain, or at least like a man used to command, but his uniform is unlike any of those worn by the Starfleet officers.

"I didn't think we were getting visitors on the bridge."

Never mind that under most circumstances, Dylan would never have been there himself.

Re: option 2

[vissernone]

Eva's deference to whoever runs this ship is much smaller than Alloran's. The first thing she does upon opening her eyes is examine everything within reach to see what situation she's been plunked into. She casts a quick glance over her shoulder and sees no one approaching, and so begins to inspect her surroundings.

She chews her tongue and plucks out some hair, then runs her hands over some of the control panel. Like Alloran, she concludes it's made for bipeds, but it's not an Arn ship. It appears to be human technology, though not a make she's familiar with.

When she looks over her shoulder again, her body feels as if it's undergone an electric shock. The lizard part of her brain still recognizes Alloran as Visser Three, even as the logical part of her battles for dominance. Her most recent memories place Esplin in a transparent box, but her strongest impression was him swaggering around in this Andalite's body.

She never respected Esplin but she and Estrid both did fear him. They'd be stupid not to.

Her eyebrows raise, but her voice remains cool and wry. "Alloran. Care to tell me how we got here? Retirement home for high-profile host bodies?"