TEST DRIVE #6 - The Bridge and Ten Forward

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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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[savagemind]

The division isn't so clear to Khan - Section 31 is merely an extension of Starfleet, in his mind, a neither acting without the approval of the other.

But it doesn't matter, because as soon as the question is out of the doctor's mouth, Khan is abruptly stilling, posture ramrod-straight and fists clenched. "My crew is dead," he says, words slower and diction crisper for all the plain grief and fury behind them. "They were murdered in their sleep by Commander Spock."

And here, now, he feels more hatred for Spock than he ever did Marcus. The Admiral was a despicable creature, low enough to exploit Khan by using his family against him, but ultimately still afraid of the augments - too afraid to go through with killing them, as he had threatened so many times. Spock, however, had done just that, beamed over the bodies of Khan's sleeping family and let them explode in the belly of his ship.

He'd wanted to kill him. But with the Vengeance crippled, he'd taken the next best option - destroy the institution that had enabled their deaths. Go down with his ship, and be with his family at last.

[asklepian]

Except as someone in Starfleet, he knows the rank-and-file has absolutely no knowledge of them. Unless they've been approached, like himself. They're separate from Starfleet, and not subject to the same rules as the Fleet.

Julian knows he's about to step on a landmine the moment the words are out of his mouth, he can feel the tension in the air rising. He'd meant the crew of the starship--but Khan had taken it to mean the other Augments who'd been aboard the Botany Bay. He doesn't protest that Spock would have done no such thing--he never met the man personally, but he knows that his strength of character wouldn't have allowed it. Certainly would have allowed for tricking him, though that seemed cruel. But in the heat of a battle, if it had been the only option...Julian knows he'd have done something just as drastic to protect his own people.

It was really no wonder that Khan had been so furious. Ready to tear through all of them. Julian would have felt similarly. But if it's his first reaction, he's going to be in the brig for his entire time here, and Julian wouldn't say it would be uncalled for.

There was the promise of violence in his shoulders and hands, if anyone said the wrong thing just then. Julian moves to the replicator, instead of opening his mouth, and orders two cups of tea, coming back and offering one before sitting on the opposite biobed with the second.

[savagemind]

The aggression that had been mellowed minutes before is back in full force, Khan watching Julian's movements with a gaze that's focused, predatory. It might even be impressive, how quickly the switch can be flipped, how the Augment can slip into a battle-ready mindset in an instant - but it bodes nothing good for the rest of the Enterprise.

He's expecting a phaser, or a hypospray, or worse - something to render him docile while the good doctor realizes his mistake and calls security. What he's not expecting is tea, and there's obvious suspicion on his face when it's placed in his hands.

Caution keeps him from drinking first, though he doubts Bashir's ethics would allow him to stoop to drugging his drink. "What are you doing?"

[asklepian]

Oh please, he's not going to be so brazen as to try that right off. Not with you so edgy and suspicious of his every move. Julian might not be the best at subterfuge, but he's fairly sure pulling such a juvenile mistake would have his spymaster Cardassian friend on him even from eight years and half the Alpha Quadrant away.

"Offering you tea." Obviously. He's British, it's just about standard protocol for any situation, especially ones where he has not the foggiest idea what to say. He's not going to let you out of here until cooler heads prevail, and so you might as well make yourself comfortable.

He sips at his cup first, as if to say 'see? No sedatives.' He'd need something strong enough to down a mammoth to even make you drowsy anyway, anything strong enough is going to taste awful.

[savagemind]

It's clear that Khan's not completely mollified, but the passive acceptance isn't what he'd been expecting - it's enough to focus that aggression elsewhere, to divert his attention. The cup in his hands is warm, and suddenly tea seems like a very good thing - but then he couldn't remember the last time he'd had anything to eat or drink. On Qo'noS, perhaps.

(It would explain why he's been healing so sluggishly - he needs to fuel the process somehow, and stolen Starfleet rations don't last forever.)

Still, he takes a sip with reservation, still watching. It's not drugged, but he's still wondering what the doctor actually hopes to accomplish - or is it simply a case of good manners? Has it really been so long since he felt civilized that he'd forgotten the customs?

"Obviously. Why?"

[asklepian]

Because uncomfortable and traumatizing conversations are best accompanied by tea? He's fairly sure he can dodge if you throw it at him, even from this distance.

"Do you really need a reason?"

He'll give you one if you insist, but it's sort of sad you can't take the kindness at face value. After a moment, eyes searching, he gives the most innocuous one that comes to mind with a bit of a self-depricating smile.

"I'm British. Tea in uncomfortable situations is something of a hallmark of our interpersonal relationships."

[savagemind]

Kindness for the sake of kindness is so rare as to be foreign to him, and he doesn't trust it. The answer is obviously frivolous, but Khan finds himself easing into the attempt at conversation.

"I'm familiar with the concept of British sensibilities." He was, after all, raised in India - for a given definition of 'raised' - and had spent a not-insignificant amount of time London. The customs were not entirely dissimilar.

[asklepian]

Wow, aren't you just like an abused and half-feral cat. And it may be frivolous, but it's close to the truth. Sometimes the truth is just idle courtesy.

"I imagine you would be, living in India as long as you did." He had already stated that he'd researched them. Though he didn't think it might be a bit much to reveal just how much he remembered, which was truly everything he'd read. He retained information like it had been carved into his mind.

[savagemind]

Careful, Julian - this cat builds warships.

It's a well-known fact, but it still prompts Khan to raise an eyebrow - it's not often that people acknowledge that, while he had control over a full quarter of the planet, India had been his home. His seat of power. "Correct," he allows with a nod. "Though it is much different now."

It's to be expected - things had changed rapidly even in the few short years he held power. Over the course of three, four hundred years? It was recognizable, yes, but only just.

[asklepian]

"There's quite a lot that's different now," Julian says--and while Khan might not agree with him, Julian has been to the past, seen how human nature changed. It hadn't been very long, but he'd been stuck in the seediest underbelly of society when Captain Sisko, Dax, and himself had been time-tossed. It was lucky for him that the Captain was there.

"How long did you spend in Britain?" Because that accent was so very similar to his own, and he was curious. He hadn't recalled anything from his reading that indicated Khan had spent any significant time in the part Earth Julian called home.

[savagemind]

"Prior to our exile? Rarely." A few diplomatic trips, a few visits to his brothers and sisters, but little else. The Augments of Europe had been too busy fighting their own wars to bother themselves with Khan's empire - and by the time he had truly grown to be a threat, they hadn't dared try.

"After I was awoken, over a year." His words are chilly, but his grip on his cup is still carefully modulated, even gentle - he's bitter, but calm.

After had been a parade of endless tests and measurements and threats, followed by the never-ending dreariness of London. He hadn't been allowed to travel out of the country - he wasn't allowed that much leash.

[asklepian]

Excuse you, London is not dreary. But judging from the tightness of the hand on the cup--not enough to indicate it's about to break, but definitely enough to signal to Julian there's negative feelings there and he's about to step headlong into another conversational minefield--he'd be best served by leaving that alone for now.

"I see." He adds the information to the mental sub-folder he's created for this new Khan, because he's well and confirmed that he's different than the one in the history books here.

It was harder than it looked, carrying on idle conversation with someone who was both emotionally unstable and capable of snapping you in half.

[savagemind]

Compared to Khan's territory, yes, Britain is exceptionally dreary. And grey. Not that it wasn't without its own charm, but compared to his old home? It didn't hold a candle, and he'd happily admit to being thoroughly biased.

"And what of yourself, doctor?" He lets his gaze rest, deceptively mild, on the other man. "You know quite a bit about me; reciprocity is only fair."

[asklepian]

Only fair indeed. "Ah, I'm from London myself. My mother's family is from Sudan and Iran, and rather large, so I spent time there as well, when I was growing up." Not to mention the times they were off-world, but that wasn't incredibly remarkable. He thought, anyway.

He's the picture of an average Starfleet officer, average Human. Nothing suspicious about him at all. Really.

[savagemind]

"I'm familiar with the area." You know, having conquered it once. Khan tilts his head, considering, but is otherwise eerily still. "And where did the interest in Augment history come from?"

Hope you didn't think he'd forgotten, Julian. Anyone who professes to have read all of the history texts on Khan is of immediate interest - humanity, he's discovered, rarely likes to be reminded of those years. Odd, considering it was their victory, not his, but he suspected they couldn't bear to be reminded that they'd brought it all on themselves.

[asklepian]

Yes, that would be it, wouldn't it. Julian tilts his head in acknowledgement--Africa hadn't been part of his domain, but Iran surely had. He recalls that, of course.

"Curiosity, mainly. Genetic augmentation is banned by Earth law, and I began researching to find out exactly why that was. We were told in school, about the Eugenics Wars--not much, mind, but enough to put a seed there. I continued reading on my own up until I went to the Academy and Starfleet Medical." A grain of truth, without exactly going into the deeper whys. He could even say that gene therapy was something of a specialty of his, but that would be giving a bit much away, he thought.