ten_fwd_ooc | TEST DRIVE #10 - Cetacean Pool and Ten Forward

Option 001. Cetacean Pool/Aquatics Lab: Of all the places in the world, you open your eyes and you find yourself in a medium-sized aquatics laboratory, filled with various living specimens along with various science officers bustling about trying to maintain order. There's much to explore here (and hopefully, in the crew's opinion, not break), but the main attraction is the large pool at the far end of the lab; enormous but tanklike in appearance, it contains several dolphins happily swimming about, seemingly without a care in the world.

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Option 002. Aboard the Enterprise, Ten Forward: You have no idea what just happened. One minute you were home, and now you're on a spaceship, in the middle of a crowded room. It looks like a bar. There are people eating and drinking, some in uniform, others not. Some are clearly aliens.

You've managed to land in Ten Forward a long bar with barstools and a bartender, tables sprinkled throughout, and the far wall is nothing but windows out to space. It looks like a nice lounge, low conversation making the room hum.

Better ask some questions and find out where you are, or just tap the closest person on the shoulder and try to make friends. The bar is open.

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"I've been here long enough that I know. One of their soldiers is my roommate. They never said we can't have the weapons, just that we're in big trouble if we fire any sort of a weapon or attack anyone. But no rule at all against building or having the weapon." Her tone had a distinctive "so there" feel to it.

"I don't know who you are," she advanced on him, finger out like she was about to poke his chest, "or who you think you are, but I know who you are NOT. You are NOT my father. You are NOT my liege. You are NOT the ruler of this ship. Therefore you do NOT get to dictate to me," and if he did not back off or stop him, she'd be poking his chest now, "what I do and do not do."

She was not as much of a megalomaniac as other sparks of her level. She didn't want to take over the world. Mechanicsburg was thrust upon her, and she feels protective over the town and its people, but she never set out to conquer it, only to protect it.

She didn't want to take over the world.

But that didn't mean she was still in the business of letting everyone else in the world dictate to her who she should be.

"A death ray is a pretty final weapon, and most places that even allow weapons don't allow those. Did you actually ask if it was okay to build a death ray?" Scott raised an eyebrow, looking at her with some pity and some determination. "Otherwise you are working on a false premise." And sound like a twelve year old, he did not say. He had listened to Hank McCoy long enough to know science had rules, and if you broke them, well, that was bad.

His hand snapped around to bat hers away from him, and he shifted his feet, training coming to his call, to move her away from him with his hands. His eyes narrowed as his power answered his call, and filled his head. But still he did not fire.

"I am not, but I am a member of the people who are here and I do get to register an objection to you bringing or building a weapon that will eventually get out of your control, since you lack any sign of self control, so your control over your inventions is likely just as faulty." His voice only got quieter.

"You don't get to endanger everyone else just because you think you know what is going on. I believe in self protection and caution and even I am not that crazy. Heck, even Magneto was not that crazy!" That he would get that crazy later, Scott did not know. But in his original time, Magneto had not gotten that nuts.

"Many other people on the ship know I build them, actually. I stated that previously. You are the first person to insist I desist, so I think the problem is clearly with you. Not with me."

"If you want to register a complaint, be my guest. If you can find the captain, have fun. But your complaint to me does not mean I'm going to fall in line, 'yes sir' you and follow YOUR ideals, because YOU think you know better."

"But given that all your knowledge of this place comes from me directly, that you are arguing from a stance of superior knowledge and calling my premise false..." she let that hang in the air, both brows raised, anger firing her blood.

"I'm not trying to tell you what to do like controlling you. I'm trying to point out flaws in your thinking! And if many other people on the ship know, and have not reported it to the crew, then they are being assholes! And if a crew member knows, and they have not stopped you, then they are being absolutely not responsible." His voice never raised from an intense quiet tone and his eyes were on hers, through his visor, of course.

"And I'm not asking you to Yes sir me, or follow my ideals. But if you honestly don't see how flawed your thinking is, how can you possibly be a engineer or a scientist? The logic inconsistencies in your statements are huge!" He glared at her, wondering why the hell she was not in a cell.

"Actually, you've given me next to no knowledge at all, and any thing you told me by now would have been tossed out as presented by a flawed source, so anything I am saying is based off of observation, knowledge of societal structure, and of the fact that death rays are, quite simply a killing weapon. Making one is an attack, in and of itself, and a statement of intent. Disagree or don't, but I damned sure will report your statements exactly as you have made them to the authorities."

And he stepped back from her, still at the ready, using his exact memories and hearing to step around obstacles.

"Report whatever you want, but has it even PENETRATED your pea brain that maybe the reason crew members know and have not stopped me is because they TRUST ME?!" she asked, stalking after him, eyes lit with fury.

"My thinking is not flawed, yours is too narrow! You focus on single points and fail to see the whole vector! Maybe if you ever got over yourself enough to see that the world is larger than your view of it, then maybe you'd ever entertain the idea that someone else might EVER have a valid idea or thought!"

Finally she shook the head. "Bet it's the visor, looks just like Othar's, and you're both so blasted sure that Sparks are all evil, so blasted sure you're right. Well you know what? I don't need him, and I don't need you. I can validate my own existence thank you very much. So if you want to report me, BE MY GUEST, because you know what? You'll be told that I'm fine. That there is NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT! Because I am fine! Because I am a good person!"

"I can never ever understand how some people can be so afraid of science!"

Scott snorted. "Think what you want, say what you want. It doesn't make your science less faulty, and it doesn't make you any less what you are trying to paint me as, an unreasonable and unwilling to see other viewpoints ideologue." Scott smiled, angry, but amused, at the same time. If it wasn't for the seriousness of this, he would almost be having fun.

He walked away from her, and laughed as he did so, never losing his awareness of where she was, or what she was doing, and heading right for the door, to find someone to actually report her to. His eidetic memory would help ion recounting her words and her exact description, and he would be sure to describe her certainty that she must have death rays and be able to supply them to who she wished.

He shook his head. Wow.

"I defy you to look at anything I've built" in the last several months "and find evidence that my science is faulty!" she snarled at him, stalking along after him. He wouldn't have to remember her appearance to anyone, she'd be right there ready to drop her roommate's name like a heavy cog.

"Insult me all you want, but leave SCIENCE out of it!"

Scott shook his head, spun, and headed on in a different direction. "Leave me alone. Inventing things doesn't mean you have any kind of sense of good science. It just means you have an ability to create."

He glared at her. "Go away. You are an unreasonable and dangerous person and I really want nothing to ever have to do with you again."

....Not have.... How dare he.... She sputtered. Fire in her eyes. She wanted to throttle him. She wanted to scream and rant and rage at him. She wanted to shove a calming pie in his face.

"Well then fine, I hope we NEVER cross paths again, since you clearly wouldn't know good science from bad fiction!"

She tried to remind herself that it could have been worse, there were worse people out there. Othar. Her mother. That last made her shudder and her hand touched the necklace she wore reflexively. She didn't realize that the look on her face as she touched the locket made it look important, made it look like a point of weakness, a target. She was just thinking about how very very bad it would be for everyone... if her mother ever got loose.

the fear shook her away from the anger, and she even forgot he was there as she stared off at nothing, shuddering. She had to find a way to not just control her mother... but purge her. The question was could she keep herself intact when she did so?

TEST DRIVE #10 - Cetacean Pool and Ten Forward

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I have not gotten to have her in a screaming argument here yet! YAY! Thank you!

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