Mizelia ponders for a moment regarding that. "There is one other thing, though it's more a request than a question." Mizelia said as she follows Spock. Her expression taking a more serious look. "I wish to learn more about this universe. Would be it possible by any chance to get anything to read about it? About its people, their cultures, their rules, customs and governments." Mizelia asked. Yet, there was more that she wanted to ask. Or so it seems to be.
"You bloody monster! You killed them all! I can't believe you ate them all!" Scotty cried out in horror as Kirby swallowed up all the Tribbles, only to be met with an elbow to the side by Kirk.
"Please calm down, Mister Scott. I'm guessing this... uh, pink alien is able to keep them all alive in its mouth. I think. I hope," Kirk said, looking somewhat uneasily at Kirby, but deciding to trust in it for now. After all, the little thing was friendly to the Tribbles before, right? In any case, as the group gathered what was hopefully all of the Tribbles around, when Blitzcrank would ask where the Cargo Bay was, Kirk turned, briefly gesturing with his head in front of him. A gesture of verbal communication.
"Just follow me. And... Don't lose them. Even if they might become too much for you to handle. Mister Scott, I'll leave you to any necessary repairs on the systems. Alright, everyone else, let's go," the captain said, and with that, began marching forward, leading everyone on.
As the group walked in something of an awkward silence (at least, in Kirk's opinion), he began to speak again after a few moments, wanting to break the ice. "So... What exactly are your worlds like? It's not every day we get visitors from entirely different dimensions. I... uh, I guess it'd be kinda hard to describe when the only frame of reference is your own, but I'm all ears," he asked everyone, gingerly trying to keep hold of every Tribble in his arms, even having to balance one on top of his head, gesturing briefly to Titus and Vader, "You two especially seem like you come from... interesting backgrounds. I'll just say, I think it'd be a bit uncanny if our histories of Earth are drastically different."
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"I'd welcome your friend to try if he wants to hunt people in blue shirts so much, but I can't guarantee it'd end well," McCoy somewhat vaguely said in response to Grif. Not in a threatening tone, or a condescending one, or even a passionate one. He just spoke calmly and surely, as though stating a simple fact, "Besides, if you and your friend are so focused on the colors of our uniforms -- I'd hate to hear what you think about the colors of people's skin -- the ones in red are the ones with the higher mortality rate anyway, since that's the color for the security staff."
To Samus, the doctor simply shrugged. "It's certainly world-shattering -- no pun intended -- so I'll give you that much. To spend one's whole life dreaming of voyaging through the unknown, only to realize how limited your perception of the unknown had been all along. Like dipping into what you thought was a pond, only to find you were in a vast ocean. It's exciting, yet terrifying, and though the rewards are as great as the risk, haven't you ever felt apprehension in the face of such risk? Fortune may favor the bold, but so does misfortune."
To Kumagawa and Gumi, he simply grunted in irritation, moreso to the former of the two. "Robotics have come a long way since the beginning, but still, that's just what they are right now; robots. They can emulate, but that's all they can do, emulate. If there is a society out there with fully functioning, emoting androids, I haven't seen 'em yet. If you want to gauge how much better your world must be than this one, I'd have to estimate that a truly emoting android is probably a hundred years ahead of what our current tech can do, at least," he explained, slowly speaking in a more calm manner as Gumi posed other questions, "Slow down, kid. One at a time."
"As for as entertainment goes, we're still in development of holographic recreation; its in its infancy stage at this moment, but it's there. Just... not equipped on the Enterprise at this moment. And as long as there's no outside interference, yes, we can beam ourselves to and from anywhere within the accepted range of the transporters. As for rocket boots, uh... We do have some gravity boots stationed somewhere, usually for the engineering crew to get to hard-to-reach spaces, but with the development of warp technology, we've grown past the need for that."
"Right... Great. Okay..." Kirk sighed initially as the responses to his question ranged between being told to shut up, a description of a banal world that let on more than one might think, and a world where humanity probably did not evolve beyond 20th century sensibilities. It was all quite unfortunate, especially as Kirk speculated to himself what kind of worlds Vader, Titus, and Sarge might have hailed from, considering their appearances, and how they were all built up with one scenario in mind.
War.
But judging was not a Starfleet job. It was not his place to commentate on mere speculations over the realities of other people's lives. He at least knew that much.
At least Gakupo and Meceliss decided to humor him, at least, and for that, he could appreciate. "Soldiers, bounty hunters, pink puffballs, and android celebrities..." Kirk repeated mostly to himself, pondering over how radically different everything must be. The appearance of the Discovery brought to mind how there were other possibilities -- other directions -- that Starfleet had taken, but never had he considered there to be other worlds where Earth didn't even exist, much less a world where such emotive androids were a work of the 21st century. Non-linear thinking indeed.
"No, we don't," Kirk went on to answer Gakupo, shaking his head gently, "Robotics is on the road to it, but it's hard to tell how long it'd be until we create androids. It's easy to build a robot who is able to copy emotions, but not an android who creates and truly feels emotion. Your presence here by itself is probably some sort of miracle in the field of robotics alone, not to mention cosmology if almost all of you are from different dimensions, but I'm guessing none of you are very keen on becoming guinea pigs."
As both those following McCoy and Kirk made their way to the Cargo Bay, bumping into each other right then and there, Kirk pursed his lips and nodded toward McCoy. "Bones," he greeted, as though it were a nickname for Doctor McCoy, before looking back at everyone else, "Everyone, give a warm welcome to Doctor McCoy, chief medical officer. If you ever get hurt, he'll patch you up good, at the cost of lecturing your ears off. Right, Bones?"
"Well, I don't know about you, but this doctor is prescribing a cold drink for himself and anyone who needs it once we're done with this business," McCoy sighed.
"Alright, guess the infestation was twice as big as we thought, but at least the good doctor managed to get a handle of it with some of your other friends," Kirk said to the group following him, looking over to find that the numerous barrels tipped over on the ground, lids spilled open. The captain bit his lip briefly, "Hmm, wonder if we were too rough while lifting off... I'm really gonna have to talk with the security staff about who didn't seal these damned things shut," he uttered, before beginning to harmlessly drop the Tribbles on him into the barrels and containers lying around, gesturing others to do the same along with him and McCoy.
"By the way, Bones, remind me to tell you about how someone had to swallow up all the Tribbles on my side to transport them."
"Remind me to tell you that someone did the same thing here."
Once everyone had safely dropped the Tribbles off, with Kirk and McCoy making extra sure that the containers were sealed tight and sure this time, the two patted off their hands, before McCoy let out a breath.
"Alright, well, glad that's over with. What's the point of even having a security staff if you're gonna make me do this heavy lifting, Jim? I'm a doctor, not a forklift," he sighed, scratching the back of his head briefly, before speaking again, "Anyway, thanks for the help, everyone. Drinks on me if anyone wants to hang back at Ten Forward... or, rather the recreational facilities. Not that synthesized muck though. I'll show you all real ale; aged Romulan. Crazy bastards, but they make a fine ale."
With that, he began walking back to Recreation now that the job was over, but not before briefly stopping next to Grif, gesturing to Sarge. "I guess that's your crazy friend over there?"
As for Kirk, he cleared his throat. "Well, as long as you're not on call, I'll trust you, Bones. I'll be heading back to Engineering to talk things over with Mister Scott, and hopefully we'll be able to take another step forward in bringing you all home," the captain promised everyone with a nod, before beginning to leave the area.
So with that, you were all free to do as you pleased now, whether to return to Recreation (having a drink with McCoy or not), or to go somewhere else.
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After all that happened, Meceliss lets out a quiet sight. This was certainly something she didn't expect. Part of her expected to find something hostile. Though being glad she was proven wrong. "Well, security staff is for safety, not to transport stuff unless for security reasons." Meceliss said before walking along with McCoy. "Hmm... the Romulans sound a bit like the Mandalorians in the regard of ale. Though I never had the chance to taste what they call... hmm... I believe it's Ne'tra Gal." she said, butchering the Mandalorian words.
"Right... Great. Okay..." Kirk sighed initially as the responses to his question ranged between being told to shut up, a description of a banal world that let on more than one might think, and a world where humanity probably did not evolve beyond 20th century sensibilities. It was all quite unfortunate, especially as Kirk speculated to himself what kind of worlds Vader, Titus, and Sarge might have hailed from, considering their appearances, and how they were all built up with one scenario in mind.
War.
But judging was not a Starfleet job. It was not his place to commentate on mere speculations over the realities of other people's lives. He at least knew that much.
At least Gakupo and Meceliss decided to humor him, at least, and for that, he could appreciate. "Soldiers, bounty hunters, pink puffballs, and android celebrities..." Kirk repeated mostly to himself, pondering over how radically different everything must be. The appearance of the Discovery brought to mind how there were other possibilities -- other directions -- that Starfleet had taken, but never had he considered there to be other worlds where Earth didn't even exist, much less a world where such emotive androids were a work of the 21st century. Non-linear thinking indeed.
"No, we don't," Kirk went on to answer Gakupo, shaking his head gently, "Robotics is on the road to it, but it's hard to tell how long it'd be until we create androids. It's easy to build a robot who is able to copy emotions, but not an android who creates and truly feels emotion. Your presence here by itself is probably some sort of miracle in the field of robotics alone, not to mention cosmology if almost all of you are from different dimensions, but I'm guessing none of you are very keen on becoming guinea pigs."
As both those following McCoy and Kirk made their way to the Cargo Bay, bumping into each other right then and there, Kirk pursed his lips and nodded toward McCoy. "Bones," he greeted, as though it were a nickname for Doctor McCoy, before looking back at everyone else, "Everyone, give a warm welcome to Doctor McCoy, chief medical officer. If you ever get hurt, he'll patch you up good, at the cost of lecturing your ears off. Right, Bones?"
"Well, I don't know about you, but this doctor is prescribing a cold drink for himself and anyone who needs it once we're done with this business," McCoy sighed.
"Alright, guess the infestation was twice as big as we thought, but at least the good doctor managed to get a handle of it with some of your other friends," Kirk said to the group following him, looking over to find that the numerous barrels tipped over on the ground, lids spilled open. The captain bit his lip briefly, "Hmm, wonder if we were too rough while lifting off... I'm really gonna have to talk with the security staff about who didn't seal these damned things shut," he uttered, before beginning to harmlessly drop the Tribbles on him into the barrels and containers lying around, gesturing others to do the same along with him and McCoy.
"By the way, Bones, remind me to tell you about how someone had to swallow up all the Tribbles on my side to transport them."
"Remind me to tell you that someone did the same thing here."
Once everyone had safely dropped the Tribbles off, with Kirk and McCoy making extra sure that the containers were sealed tight and sure this time, the two patted off their hands, before McCoy let out a breath.
"Alright, well, glad that's over with. What's the point of even having a security staff if you're gonna make me do this heavy lifting, Jim? I'm a doctor, not a forklift," he sighed, scratching the back of his head briefly, before speaking again, "Anyway, thanks for the help, everyone. Drinks on me if anyone wants to hang back at Ten Forward... or, rather the recreational facilities. Not that synthesized muck though. I'll show you all real ale; aged Romulan. Crazy bastards, but they make a fine ale."
With that, he began walking back to Recreation now that the job was over, but not before briefly stopping next to Grif, gesturing to Sarge. "I guess that's your crazy friend over there?"
As for Kirk, he cleared his throat. "Well, as long as you're not on call, I'll trust you, Bones. I'll be heading back to Engineering to talk things over with Mister Scott, and hopefully we'll be able to take another step forward in bringing you all home," the captain promised everyone with a nod, before beginning to leave the area.
So with that, you were all free to do as you pleased now, whether to return to Recreation (having a drink with McCoy or not), or to go somewhere else.
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"In a way... These things remind me of Dogoo's back home, except entirely fur instead of slime---"
"Leonoid, was it? Please tell me these things do NOT exhibit perverted activities... Having slimes crawling all over your body in Gamindustri is worse enough without having to deal with fury balls doing the same..."
"... What."
McCoy could not fathom what Vert was talking about.
“Did... did you just eat those things? He just ate those fucking things, didn’t he?”
「Do you actually think a robot can eat?」
"I'm a doctor, not a mechanic. How should I know?"
With a resigned sigh, hopefully with the Tribbles in tow, he gestured for anyone (mostly Starscream and the others involved) helping to tag along with him. "Just... follow me. I still dunno how the hell all these Tribbles got loose around the Enterprise. I'll have to double check the stability of the Cargo Bay after all this," he murmured, walking along and leading anyone following around.
"You guys are awfully colorful. I guess that's to be expected by people from other dimensions. I guess I'm not to talk -- between the yellow, red, and blue uniforms we got. Never thought I'd meet an advanced machine with capable thought on the level of an organic organism... or that there'd be a world that still has the archaic need to breed soldiers," he commented as he walked, making idle conversation with the group, "Not even in the farthest reaches of the galaxy..."
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「Huh? Even I've seen machines that can act like people. Did you guys really manage to make a space ship?」Kumagawa asked, walking along casually with the group.「Could it be you guys just spent too much money on this little space project or whatever, and haven't advanced any other kind of technology? What a shame, what a shame...」
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"I'd welcome your friend to try if he wants to hunt people in blue shirts so much, but I can't guarantee it'd end well," McCoy somewhat vaguely said in response to Grif. Not in a threatening tone, or a condescending one, or even a passionate one. He just spoke calmly and surely, as though stating a simple fact, "Besides, if you and your friend are so focused on the colors of our uniforms -- I'd hate to hear what you think about the colors of people's skin -- the ones in red are the ones with the higher mortality rate anyway, since that's the color for the security staff."
To Samus, the doctor simply shrugged. "It's certainly world-shattering -- no pun intended -- so I'll give you that much. To spend one's whole life dreaming of voyaging through the unknown, only to realize how limited your perception of the unknown had been all along. Like dipping into what you thought was a pond, only to find you were in a vast ocean. It's exciting, yet terrifying, and though the rewards are as great as the risk, haven't you ever felt apprehension in the face of such risk? Fortune may favor the bold, but so does misfortune."
To Kumagawa and Gumi, he simply grunted in irritation, moreso to the former of the two. "Robotics have come a long way since the beginning, but still, that's just what they are right now; robots. They can emulate, but that's all they can do, emulate. If there is a society out there with fully functioning, emoting androids, I haven't seen 'em yet. If you want to gauge how much better your world must be than this one, I'd have to estimate that a truly emoting android is probably a hundred years ahead of what our current tech can do, at least," he explained, slowly speaking in a more calm manner as Gumi posed other questions, "Slow down, kid. One at a time."
"As for as entertainment goes, we're still in development of holographic recreation; its in its infancy stage at this moment, but it's there. Just... not equipped on the Enterprise at this moment. And as long as there's no outside interference, yes, we can beam ourselves to and from anywhere within the accepted range of the transporters. As for rocket boots, uh... We do have some gravity boots stationed somewhere, usually for the engineering crew to get to hard-to-reach spaces, but with the development of warp technology, we've grown past the need for that."
"Right... Great. Okay..." Kirk sighed initially as the responses to his question ranged between being told to shut up, a description of a banal world that let on more than one might think, and a world where humanity probably did not evolve beyond 20th century sensibilities. It was all quite unfortunate, especially as Kirk speculated to himself what kind of worlds Vader, Titus, and Sarge might have hailed from, considering their appearances, and how they were all built up with one scenario in mind.
War.
But judging was not a Starfleet job. It was not his place to commentate on mere speculations over the realities of other people's lives. He at least knew that much.
At least Gakupo and Meceliss decided to humor him, at least, and for that, he could appreciate. "Soldiers, bounty hunters, pink puffballs, and android celebrities..." Kirk repeated mostly to himself, pondering over how radically different everything must be. The appearance of the Discovery brought to mind how there were other possibilities -- other directions -- that Starfleet had taken, but never had he considered there to be other worlds where Earth didn't even exist, much less a world where such emotive androids were a work of the 21st century. Non-linear thinking indeed.
"No, we don't," Kirk went on to answer Gakupo, shaking his head gently, "Robotics is on the road to it, but it's hard to tell how long it'd be until we create androids. It's easy to build a robot who is able to copy emotions, but not an android who creates and truly feels emotion. Your presence here by itself is probably some sort of miracle in the field of robotics alone, not to mention cosmology if almost all of you are from different dimensions, but I'm guessing none of you are very keen on becoming guinea pigs."
As both those following McCoy and Kirk made their way to the Cargo Bay, bumping into each other right then and there, Kirk pursed his lips and nodded toward McCoy. "Bones," he greeted, as though it were a nickname for Doctor McCoy, before looking back at everyone else, "Everyone, give a warm welcome to Doctor McCoy, chief medical officer. If you ever get hurt, he'll patch you up good, at the cost of lecturing your ears off. Right, Bones?"
"Well, I don't know about you, but this doctor is prescribing a cold drink for himself and anyone who needs it once we're done with this business," McCoy sighed.
"Alright, guess the infestation was twice as big as we thought, but at least the good doctor managed to get a handle of it with some of your other friends," Kirk said to the group following him, looking over to find that the numerous barrels tipped over on the ground, lids spilled open. The captain bit his lip briefly, "Hmm, wonder if we were too rough while lifting off... I'm really gonna have to talk with the security staff about who didn't seal these damned things shut," he uttered, before beginning to harmlessly drop the Tribbles on him into the barrels and containers lying around, gesturing others to do the same along with him and McCoy.
"By the way, Bones, remind me to tell you about how someone had to swallow up all the Tribbles on my side to transport them."
"Remind me to tell you that someone did the same thing here."
Once everyone had safely dropped the Tribbles off, with Kirk and McCoy making extra sure that the containers were sealed tight and sure this time, the two patted off their hands, before McCoy let out a breath.
"Alright, well, glad that's over with. What's the point of even having a security staff if you're gonna make me do this heavy lifting, Jim? I'm a doctor, not a forklift," he sighed, scratching the back of his head briefly, before speaking again, "Anyway, thanks for the help, everyone. Drinks on me if anyone wants to hang back at Ten Forward... or, rather the recreational facilities. Not that synthesized muck though. I'll show you all real ale; aged Romulan. Crazy bastards, but they make a fine ale."
With that, he began walking back to Recreation now that the job was over, but not before briefly stopping next to Grif, gesturing to Sarge. "I guess that's your crazy friend over there?"
As for Kirk, he cleared his throat. "Well, as long as you're not on call, I'll trust you, Bones. I'll be heading back to Engineering to talk things over with Mister Scott, and hopefully we'll be able to take another step forward in bringing you all home," the captain promised everyone with a nod, before beginning to leave the area.
So with that, you were all free to do as you pleased now, whether to return to Recreation (having a drink with McCoy or not), or to go somewhere else.
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Turning to Kumagawa as they all head to the Cargo Bay, he nods and converses.
"It's quite a miracle how they created dimension-hopping technology, really," Starscream ponders, "all things considered, they should be pretty far from that stage of evolution. Well, I guess that's why we're here, now isn't it?"
As they reached the Cargo Bay, Starscream tosses his handfuls of Tribbles, followed by transforming into his jet mode.
"Eject!"
The Tribbles in his cockpit were tossed into their respective containments. As he transformed back into robot mode, he beat his back a bit so that the remaining Tribbles would be removed.
That was everything.
"I suppose we should return to our various activities - better yet..."
Starscream decided that it was best to learn more about this ship, most particularly its mapping and mechanisms, so he decides to explore, as opposed to return to recreation.
"... see you around, Doctor."
On his way, he met Emily.
"Going somewhere, girl? Well, so am I, Miss, so am I..."
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Emily was a little startled when Starscream ran into her, as... While she was no stranger to giant robots, she had been a bit too distracted to notice him before he was right in front of her. Nevertheless, she was quick to gain her composure, eyeing him with a level of caution.
"Do you need something?" She asked him warily.
Her eyes darted briefly towards Nathan, Elliot, and... ... "Star Lord", the former two who seemed to have a bit of friction going on between them. Although she was willing to talk with Starscream, it seemed she was on the lookout for a potential problem she may have to sort out.
"Not exactly, I'm just familiarizing myself with the place, learning every nook and cranny of it," Starscream replies, "best to know the place in case of emergencies."
He then looks at what Emily was looking at.
"Oh, oh.
Oh."
Elliot, once again.
The saga continues, but perhaps it continued a little too hard.
Starscream crosses his arms.
"Do I even want to know how long this has been going?"
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"This is going to get really juicy," Starscream says, his hands on his hips.
When he saw Elliot retaliate with his words and power, he realised just how he could make it juicier.
His clanking metal feet approached Elliot, bit by bit.
"Elliot, oh, Elliot," he mocks, "you truly are a petty little individual, aren't you? Taking your anger out on a powerless human with a pea shooter for a single headbutt he dealt onto you? If he did that to me, I wouldn't even feel a thing. Not the attitude one would expect for someone who aims for the top and nothing less, now is it? Ahaha...
... oh, hello, Gakupo, I didn't realise you were here. Exploring the place, I assume?"
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Starscream's comment managed to draw a wry smile from Emily, though before she could open her mouth to say anything... Everything suddenly escalated when Elliot initiated a fight with Nathan, although technically Nathan landed the first punch... It was obvious that Elliot had goaded him on. Quickly rushing onto the scene, she used her stone magic in order to catch Nathan out of the air before he got seriously hurt in the process, using tendrils of light... In tandem with her stick, allowing her to expend a little less effort in the process.
"If you're going to fight... Now's not the place... Or time!" She shouted, almost in tandem with Gakupo.
While she was still only 14, she was suddenly sounding alot like her own mother... But... After the initial heat had died down, Emily carefully put Nathan down, causing her stone magic to abruptly dissipate once more as she carefully kept an eye on both him and Elliot.
"The last thing I wish for is another situation like with... Vader..." She said finally, seeming a little more sad now than she was angry.
It looks like she actually felt a little guilty if anything, for not staying here rather than going to help with Engineering. Though, she was keeping a close eye on Elliot, intending to intervene with her stone magic should he decide to attack someone again...
