Captain Addison MacKenzie - Brutal People
Addison MacKenzie
((Entrance Foyer - Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York
City, Earth))
In an attempt to get the arguably tightest-wound member of the Artemis
crew to loosen up and have fun, the commanding officer found a common
interest: museums. After suggesting a field trip, of sorts, Addison and Gila
found themselves at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, making their way into an
exhibit of various sculptures, statues, drawings, carvings, and relics from
Ancient Egypt. Some of the pieces in the exhibit were millennia old.
MacKenzie: The art in this room all comes from an area of Earth called
Egypt. Some of the art here is over 300,000 years old.
Sadar: Th- Three hundred...
Addison shared Gila’s obvious awe for the age of some of the artifacts. The
red-headed CO walked up to a small statue of a pharaoh. The man had dark,
narrow eyes and wore an elaborate gold and blue striped headdress with a snake
in the center.
MacKenzie: Sometimes it’s hard to fathom how old some of these items
are…
Gila joined her at the platform, and the two continued to admire the ornate decoration
of the statue that seemed indicative of much of the art of the time.
Sadar: ::peers at the statue:: It’s... Awe-inspiring.
MacKenzie: Do the Mizarians conceptualize art in this way? I must admit, I
don’t know much about your people’s culture.
The Mizarian doctor shuddered slightly.
Sadar: Oh, uhh... W-We don’t- That is... ::looks with awe at the
colorful exhibits:: M-Mizarian ‘art’ is very, lackluster. It’s to inspire calm
and serenity, it’s not made to evoke wonder or- What’s that?
Addison’s eyes narrowed as she gazed in the direction of the exhibit toward
which Gila was pointing. It was a large square of bluish-green tiling. The
surgeon-turned-CO was hardly a student of history, archaeology, or the like,
but she did know a thing of beauty when she saw it, and the shade on the tiling
was exquisite.
MacKenzie: I’m not sure, but it’s beautiful. ::pointing:: What information
is on the plaque?
Gila approached the plaque first, with Addison peering from the side. Apparently
they were wall tiles belonging to King Djoser. The tiles ranged in hue from a
faded cerulean to lime green and everything in between. The Mizarian seemed
captivated with the colors’ transition and interplay with one another.
Sadar: ... Such brilliant colors, for a dead man… He must have been
a great King.
MacKenzie: Perhaps… I think he had also subjugated the inhabitants of the
region in Egypt known as the Sinai Peninsula whenever they were looking to mine
valuable minerals, but I don’t remember how brutal of a leader he was.
::shrugging:: The colors are beautiful – I’m sure if nothing else, he had good
taste.
Sadar: Hmm... ::eyes wander:: Have you been here before, Sir? You seem
familiar with the exhibits.
MacKenzie: Several times, mostly when I was a kid. I did try to visit occasionally
when I did my fellowship here a number of years ago.
Sadar: Response
Addison gestured for them to keep moving. As they moved into the next large room,
the vibe of the pieces on display shifted. Now, there were many more statues,
carvings, masks, and figures made from wood and stone. They were, in many ways,
more intricate, but they were also largely far less old than the previous
exhibit.
They were now in the African art exhibit.
MacKenzie: I don’t know as much about this stuff as I should. Humans
have a quite a diverse history, particularly from when we were largely tribal
people.
Sadar: Response
Addison walked up to a figurine of a man seated – his torso was long, shielded
by some kind of armor, and on his head was some type of metal helmet. In his
hand, he was holding a long lance.
MacKenzie: ::flatly:: Well, we were also a brutal people… Some would
argue we still are.
Sadar: Response
Tag, and TBC!
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Captain Addison MacKenzie, M.D., Ph.D., FASFS
Commanding Officer
USS Artemis-A
Captains Council Member at Large
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