Ensign Tho’Bi - Bancroft's Oddity

[Tobi]

((Turbolift from Deck 3 to Deck 11))

As the trio crossed the threshold of the turbolift, the young Andorian instructed the computer. …at least he attempted to do so.

Tho'Bi: ::chunky chews:: Def eff-leff-un 

Computer: Please Repeat.

Tho'Bi: ::chunky chews:: Deff eeff-leeff-uunn 

Computer: Deaf Elephant. Unknown designation. 

One meter ninety centimeters of Andorian arch backwards with a muffled proto-sandwich filtered groan of frustration. 

Bancroft: ::looking to the ceiling:: We’ve all lost arguments to the turbolift, buddy. The key is to pretend you were trying to say ‘Deaf Elephant’ all along, and it’s the computer’s fault it doesn’t understand.

Imril: Responses

Their destination finally confirmed, the turbolift hummed gently into motion; pulsing white lights indicating the passing of decks, on their way down to deck eleven and Project Bancroft. 

Seemingly past the proto-sandwich related mishaps of pebbledashing and deaf elephants, the young Andorian had returned to the task at hand.

Tho’Bi: What about psycho-corder?

Bancroft: ::snorting:: I’ll add that to the list of possible new names, right next to “Probably Won’t Spontaneously Combust 3000.”

Imril: Response

Tho’Bi: Psycorder?

Bancroft: The psycho-tricorder was mostly for mental health professionals. Brain-wave analysis, memory continuity checks, that sort of thing. ::voice dipping:: They fell out of favor a while ago. Too many operators wound up with what the incident reports charmingly called ‘sticky ends.’ ::shrugging uneasily:: Possessed murder entity, sudden corporeal manifestation… you know… occupational hazards.

Imril: Responses

((Deck 11))

The trio made their way to the Hazardous Materials Lab.

Tho'Bi: How many evil super computers do you think they have in there?

Bancroft: ::confidently:: Three. One for banter, one that speaks only in riddles, and one for a backup. Always important to have a backup.

Imril: Responses

Lieutenant Junior Grade Bancroft snorted.

Tho’Bi: We should ask them ::nodding::

Bancroft: They’re going to be disappointed enough to hear the word “W.H.I.M.P.E.R.” – maybe we should leave inquiries relating to evil supercomputers for another time.

The Andorian Engineer shrugged.

Tho'Bi: Yeah ….okay. No evil supercomputers ::sigh::

Imril: Responses

((Hazardous Materials Lab, Deck 11, USS Artemis-A ))

Shuuu-chunk! The large double doors parted to reveal the inner foyer of the Hazardous Materials Lab. The lone crewman did not look pleased to see them.

Crewman: Oh. Uh. Sirs. ::a pause:: Doctor Bancroft. ::haltingly:: Welcome to… um… Hazardous Materials.

Bancroft: My associates and I are here for the ::clearing his throat, too casually:: W.H.I.M.P.E.R. prototype.

Crewman: ::too quickly:: Never heard of it.

Bancroft: ::eyes narrowing:: It’s the one that screams at random intervals.

The Andorian leaned into the exchange with an entirely helpful/unhelpful addition piece of information. 

Tho'Bi: Lots of flashy lights.

Imril: Response?

The crewman's body, and will to live… probably, noticeably deflated. 

Crewman: Oh. That one. ::exhaling in surrender:: Alright, alright. This way, sirs.

Nevertheless, she led them deeper into the complex of sealed labs and highest level quarantine system. The place felt dead; their footsteps echoed against the backdrop of shield emitter hum and stasis field modulation.

Beyond a transparent panel, a scorched DOT hovered. A sign shifted locations across the transparent: 

DO NOT TAP ON GLASS.

IT FEEDS ON FEAR.

REPORT ALL SHOUTED ACRONYMS TO YOUR SHIFT LEAD.

The Andorian Engineer waved at the DOT.

Tho'Bi: ::cheerfully:: Hey, little guy.

DUUUNK! The Andorian sprang back as the DOT slammed into the transparent panel in front of his blue face.

Tho'Bi: Woah!

Imril: Responses?

DO NOT ENTER

The sign on the door was pretty clear, but apparently not clear enough; the door slid open.

A shimmering cone of fizzing electrical energy pulsed in undulations of blue; within it, an oddity of engineering and imagination floated; dented and melted, blinking lights spasmed and messed in disarray. 

Dr. Bancroft placed his palm on the transparent aluminum containment window.

Bancroft: Well, here she is, in all her glory. 

Tho'Bi: Cool. ::to Bancroft:: Did you test it on the DOT? ::nods in direction of DOT containment cell. ::grins::

Imril/Bancroft: Responses

The Andorian peered in at the oddity.

Tho'Bi: ::thinking outloud:: …so what caused all the damage?

Imril/Bancroft: Responses

The Andorian scratched between his antennae. 

Tho'Bi: ::still thinking outloud:: Either there's too much power or too much impedance.

Imril/Bancroft: Responses

TAGS/TBC

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Ensign Tho’Bi

Engineering

USS Artemis-A

A240203T11