Beg, Steal or Borrow – Meetings
by Arrival Alexandria Marshall & Captain Tasha Tahir (NPC)
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Alex pulled a bottle out of a case. It happened to be a bottle of wine that she had with her. Unfortunately the wine inside the bottle had turned to pure alcohol over the centuries.
Davies had been eager to meet the mystery woman who had arrived earlier that morning and he had absolutely no idea what she would be like or how she was reacting to the sudden change in her age and the changes around her.
He had wondered what to take her as a gift, a sort of welcome to the 24th century and if she would have a place here. The best he could come up with, was a replicated NASA uniform.
He transported to the Civilian Quarters deck and made his way to her cabin. He stopped at the door, apprehensive, like a schoolboy at the headmasters office. What lay behind the door held him with both fear and anxiousness. He pressed the annunciator.
"Enter." Alex stated. When the officer entered she held up the bottle. "Twenty-thirty three. Very good year, but not in this century."
He looked blankly at her, like a rabbit in the headlights, forcing himself to blink.
"Twenty thirty three? I would not even think about opening it, I would retain it for sale purposes only, you would make a fortune!" He remarked as he stepped closer to the woman, his right hand already jutting forth as he held the wrapped uniform under his left arm.
"Commander David Davies." He introduced himself, feeling awkward and for some reason, shy.
She spoke, "Doctor Alexandria Marshall, pleasure to meet you. And what is that?"
"Oh, I wasn't sure what a 300 year old woman wanted, so I thought a piece of history would be as good a gift as any." He explained, pulling the wrapped suit from under his arm and offering it to Alex.
She picked it up and examined it. "It definitely looks like a NASA Jumpsuit, but it dosen't feel like one. As if I liked to wear them. Ever since NASA became privatized, these jumpsuits have become more and more itchy. I couldn't wait to get out of mine when I was slated for Odysseus VI, but the Agency wanted me to pose for pictures."
He smiled, imagining her on a postcard. "It doesn't feel like one as this is replicated using our tech and with a different fibre mix to machine made material, besides the fact that our historical computers have never had to replicate 'Ancient' clothing." He explained, but not very well.
Alex nodded, "I bet the Historical Archive is filled with all sorts of goodies about me."
David shook his head. "Not a great deal really. Most of Old Earth history was lost after the Eugenics wars, having never been transferred to a solid state. Records are sketchy to say the least, but according to what I can retrieve, you are one of only a select few women to have been recruited into the space program back then, but I guess that is because you have Russian connections?" Davies stated half heartedly, wishing that a drink was on offer, as long as it wasn't the bottle that now lay on the table at their side.
Alex spoke, "And most women either had to be Melinda Gates or Brittney Spears to 'buy' a seat on a mission. I didn't want a corporate logo on my jumpsuit Commander. There was only one thing I would tolerate on me, my nation's flag. I wanted to study alien life."
Again Davies shook his head, but added a shoulder shrug, not knowing the people she had just named.
"Were they as good a pilot as you? Or did they fail to make the final grade?" His tongue whet his lips.
Alex spoke, "You've probably never heard of them. In the early twenty-thirties, NASA started selling shares on Wall Street in order to boost its funding for the Mars missions and Odysseus. Anyone who was a movie star, billionaire, rich playboy or even a tourist could buy a seat on the next historic mission of exploration. Earth's first interstellar missions needed Scientists, Commander, not the spoiled brat son's of politicians. And back in my time, NASA was filled with gloryhounds. I am a scientist Commander. I wanted to meet intelligent extraterrestrial life, but somehow, inside, I never wanted to return home." She smiled, "You could say that Space is my lover."
"Never a truer word spoken there Miss Marshall." He replied, referring to her not returning home, at least not to an Earth she would recognise. "I guess I should have given you an few history PADDs, then you will have an idea of what has happened over the last few hundred years!" A grin on his lips.
Alex sighed, "And I have another question Commander."
"Ask away and if I can answer you, I will." He said with a tip of head.
"Can your Federation actually condone Lt. Commander Gabriel's methods? I cannot, and will not, entrust my security to a man that may have well been one of Adolf Hitler's henchmen in another time. I spend three hundred years in cold-sleep just to wake up to one neo-facist, neo-nazi bastard!" Alex said angrily. "It only took Adolf Hitler a little bit of rhetoric to establish one of the most horrific wars of human history, or doesn't your Federation remember that?" She asked.
Davies' hands shot up in surrender as his eyes fell to the floor. "I can't speak for Commander Gabriel as I was not there earlier, but I did hear his reaction was over zealous, but even you would have to admit, a good security officer will always look for the bad before the good and protect the station. If every person who appeared to be in cryogenic hibernation were given free passage, who knows where we would be. Do I really need to call on Khan Noonian Singh..." He trailed off, realising that would be after her time as well.
Alex spoke, "I'm sorry commander. It's just..." She spoke. "My Grandmother was forced into one of the California Sanctuary Zones because she couldn't find a job to support my mother and my aunt. I didn't meet her until after the Bell Riots Commander. If you ask me to entrust my safety to such a man, I must refuse."
David shook his head. "You could do a lot worse. I know he has a blinkered vision, but trust him, or at least heed his advice as I have found some of his methods to be a little, em, err...." He sought in desperation for the best word, but settle on, "... off, he does get results and will vehemently protect those who warrant it." He stated in a sure a tone as he could.
Alex spoke, "Am I a threat Commander, or are you? Advanced sensibility indeed. Technology may have advanced but the human condition remains unchanged. I still plan on exploring the Galaxy Commander, as what you would call a Civilian Scout."
David felt awkward. The question was risen in earnest and he didn't want to respond truthfully, so chose diplomacy.
"What is a threat? Are you a threat? Only you can answer that Alex." He paused, watching her reaction. "Personally, no, I don't think you are, now that I have met you, but until we know more of your past, I cannot say that we would give you free rein, not just yet. There are protocols to follow, but I am sure that we can find a niche for you, especially as an historian. As for scouting, I am afraid that for the next few days, I would request that you remain on the station, so that Doctor Adams can give us a full evaluation, then we'll see about getting you used to the modern tech and as for the human condition, it never really changes." He admitted.
She shook her head. "I don't belong here, I have no 'niche' as you put it. I'm just a relic from the past, just like that jumpsuit. Hell, half the things I studied at college is probably obsolete. Maybe your Chief of Security might have a chance to score big with his superiors by fabricating evidence about me being a spy, I would not be surprised. Or perhaps I might be the next big thing in Reality TV. 'Oww, look at the fossil from the Twenty-First Century, watch her dance.' Hell one day I could be president if I make myself out to be Angelina Jolie." She sighed, "I think we're done here." She was frustrated and it showed.
Davies sighed, not knowing who this jolly person was and nodded his head. He could see that she was frustrated, lost and confused. She was out of time, somewhere new and all those around her were alien and he had no words that could console her at the moment. She had a great deal of adjusting to do and a hell of a lot of past to catch up upon, but if he could help, he would.
"No, not done, just at loggerheads and I don't think your a spy, but we have to follow procedure. I mentioned a name earlier." He moved towards the desk computer and called up files on the Botany Bay.
"This will help you to understand our position." Her hands were folded across her chest and he knew he had brought up her barriers.
"Look, I know it's tough and you will feel out of place, but if you want, there is a future. Don't give up on being here in the present, just let us get our jobs done and then we can put you to work, just read these files, it's the only way I can think of, for you to see things from our perspective." He pleaded but didn't push. "If you need anything, just call me, press the screen there and ask for Commander Davies, it's a sort of direct line." He offered, as he turned to leave.
Alex sighed, "Do what you feel you have to do Commander."
David gave a single nod, before leaving Miss Marshall to her own devices.
Off:
Commander David Davies
CO:DS5
Alexandria Mitchell
Civilian Scout
by Arrival Alexandria Marshall & Captain Tasha Tahir (NPC)
Post Details
| Title | Meetings | |
| Mission | Beg, Steal or Borrow | |
| Author(s) | Arrival Alexandria Marshall & Captain Tasha Tahir (NPC) | |
| Posted | Tue Jul 14, 2009 @ 10:41pm | |
| Location | Visitor Quarters - Deck 1097 | |
| Timeline | SD9 12:30 |
Alex pulled a bottle out of a case. It happened to be a bottle of wine that she had with her. Unfortunately the wine inside the bottle had turned to pure alcohol over the centuries.
Davies had been eager to meet the mystery woman who had arrived earlier that morning and he had absolutely no idea what she would be like or how she was reacting to the sudden change in her age and the changes around her.
He had wondered what to take her as a gift, a sort of welcome to the 24th century and if she would have a place here. The best he could come up with, was a replicated NASA uniform.
He transported to the Civilian Quarters deck and made his way to her cabin. He stopped at the door, apprehensive, like a schoolboy at the headmasters office. What lay behind the door held him with both fear and anxiousness. He pressed the annunciator.
"Enter." Alex stated. When the officer entered she held up the bottle. "Twenty-thirty three. Very good year, but not in this century."
He looked blankly at her, like a rabbit in the headlights, forcing himself to blink.
"Twenty thirty three? I would not even think about opening it, I would retain it for sale purposes only, you would make a fortune!" He remarked as he stepped closer to the woman, his right hand already jutting forth as he held the wrapped uniform under his left arm.
"Commander David Davies." He introduced himself, feeling awkward and for some reason, shy.
She spoke, "Doctor Alexandria Marshall, pleasure to meet you. And what is that?"
"Oh, I wasn't sure what a 300 year old woman wanted, so I thought a piece of history would be as good a gift as any." He explained, pulling the wrapped suit from under his arm and offering it to Alex.
She picked it up and examined it. "It definitely looks like a NASA Jumpsuit, but it dosen't feel like one. As if I liked to wear them. Ever since NASA became privatized, these jumpsuits have become more and more itchy. I couldn't wait to get out of mine when I was slated for Odysseus VI, but the Agency wanted me to pose for pictures."
He smiled, imagining her on a postcard. "It doesn't feel like one as this is replicated using our tech and with a different fibre mix to machine made material, besides the fact that our historical computers have never had to replicate 'Ancient' clothing." He explained, but not very well.
Alex nodded, "I bet the Historical Archive is filled with all sorts of goodies about me."
David shook his head. "Not a great deal really. Most of Old Earth history was lost after the Eugenics wars, having never been transferred to a solid state. Records are sketchy to say the least, but according to what I can retrieve, you are one of only a select few women to have been recruited into the space program back then, but I guess that is because you have Russian connections?" Davies stated half heartedly, wishing that a drink was on offer, as long as it wasn't the bottle that now lay on the table at their side.
Alex spoke, "And most women either had to be Melinda Gates or Brittney Spears to 'buy' a seat on a mission. I didn't want a corporate logo on my jumpsuit Commander. There was only one thing I would tolerate on me, my nation's flag. I wanted to study alien life."
Again Davies shook his head, but added a shoulder shrug, not knowing the people she had just named.
"Were they as good a pilot as you? Or did they fail to make the final grade?" His tongue whet his lips.
Alex spoke, "You've probably never heard of them. In the early twenty-thirties, NASA started selling shares on Wall Street in order to boost its funding for the Mars missions and Odysseus. Anyone who was a movie star, billionaire, rich playboy or even a tourist could buy a seat on the next historic mission of exploration. Earth's first interstellar missions needed Scientists, Commander, not the spoiled brat son's of politicians. And back in my time, NASA was filled with gloryhounds. I am a scientist Commander. I wanted to meet intelligent extraterrestrial life, but somehow, inside, I never wanted to return home." She smiled, "You could say that Space is my lover."
"Never a truer word spoken there Miss Marshall." He replied, referring to her not returning home, at least not to an Earth she would recognise. "I guess I should have given you an few history PADDs, then you will have an idea of what has happened over the last few hundred years!" A grin on his lips.
Alex sighed, "And I have another question Commander."
"Ask away and if I can answer you, I will." He said with a tip of head.
"Can your Federation actually condone Lt. Commander Gabriel's methods? I cannot, and will not, entrust my security to a man that may have well been one of Adolf Hitler's henchmen in another time. I spend three hundred years in cold-sleep just to wake up to one neo-facist, neo-nazi bastard!" Alex said angrily. "It only took Adolf Hitler a little bit of rhetoric to establish one of the most horrific wars of human history, or doesn't your Federation remember that?" She asked.
Davies' hands shot up in surrender as his eyes fell to the floor. "I can't speak for Commander Gabriel as I was not there earlier, but I did hear his reaction was over zealous, but even you would have to admit, a good security officer will always look for the bad before the good and protect the station. If every person who appeared to be in cryogenic hibernation were given free passage, who knows where we would be. Do I really need to call on Khan Noonian Singh..." He trailed off, realising that would be after her time as well.
Alex spoke, "I'm sorry commander. It's just..." She spoke. "My Grandmother was forced into one of the California Sanctuary Zones because she couldn't find a job to support my mother and my aunt. I didn't meet her until after the Bell Riots Commander. If you ask me to entrust my safety to such a man, I must refuse."
David shook his head. "You could do a lot worse. I know he has a blinkered vision, but trust him, or at least heed his advice as I have found some of his methods to be a little, em, err...." He sought in desperation for the best word, but settle on, "... off, he does get results and will vehemently protect those who warrant it." He stated in a sure a tone as he could.
Alex spoke, "Am I a threat Commander, or are you? Advanced sensibility indeed. Technology may have advanced but the human condition remains unchanged. I still plan on exploring the Galaxy Commander, as what you would call a Civilian Scout."
David felt awkward. The question was risen in earnest and he didn't want to respond truthfully, so chose diplomacy.
"What is a threat? Are you a threat? Only you can answer that Alex." He paused, watching her reaction. "Personally, no, I don't think you are, now that I have met you, but until we know more of your past, I cannot say that we would give you free rein, not just yet. There are protocols to follow, but I am sure that we can find a niche for you, especially as an historian. As for scouting, I am afraid that for the next few days, I would request that you remain on the station, so that Doctor Adams can give us a full evaluation, then we'll see about getting you used to the modern tech and as for the human condition, it never really changes." He admitted.
She shook her head. "I don't belong here, I have no 'niche' as you put it. I'm just a relic from the past, just like that jumpsuit. Hell, half the things I studied at college is probably obsolete. Maybe your Chief of Security might have a chance to score big with his superiors by fabricating evidence about me being a spy, I would not be surprised. Or perhaps I might be the next big thing in Reality TV. 'Oww, look at the fossil from the Twenty-First Century, watch her dance.' Hell one day I could be president if I make myself out to be Angelina Jolie." She sighed, "I think we're done here." She was frustrated and it showed.
Davies sighed, not knowing who this jolly person was and nodded his head. He could see that she was frustrated, lost and confused. She was out of time, somewhere new and all those around her were alien and he had no words that could console her at the moment. She had a great deal of adjusting to do and a hell of a lot of past to catch up upon, but if he could help, he would.
"No, not done, just at loggerheads and I don't think your a spy, but we have to follow procedure. I mentioned a name earlier." He moved towards the desk computer and called up files on the Botany Bay.
"This will help you to understand our position." Her hands were folded across her chest and he knew he had brought up her barriers.
"Look, I know it's tough and you will feel out of place, but if you want, there is a future. Don't give up on being here in the present, just let us get our jobs done and then we can put you to work, just read these files, it's the only way I can think of, for you to see things from our perspective." He pleaded but didn't push. "If you need anything, just call me, press the screen there and ask for Commander Davies, it's a sort of direct line." He offered, as he turned to leave.
Alex sighed, "Do what you feel you have to do Commander."
David gave a single nod, before leaving Miss Marshall to her own devices.
Off:
Commander David Davies
CO:DS5
Alexandria Mitchell
Civilian Scout