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!]

Comments

[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.