Ens. Greyson: Engineer Starfleetian (Holodeck)

[Carter Greyson]

((Bridge of the USS Armstrong-A - Holodeck 7 - StarBase 118))

::Ah, this code. Given the fact he'd half-way planned the code to go off at a ridiculous moment, when most of the crew started to look a bit intoxicated from the party a few days ago, it seemed to be a good time to choose C.::

Computer: Musical mode engaged. ::No sooner than it finished speaking did the introduction to Pirates of Penzance begin to play.::

Greyson: ::Quietly.:: ...Oops... ::and then busted up laughing maniacally for about 8 seconds.::

Taelon: You did that on purpose! ::His tone was more amused than anything, really - he waved a hand in Greyson’s direction, vaguely accusatory. Maybe.:: 

::Kaitlyn busted up laughing as well, nearly falling out of her chair.::

Greyson: No, honest! I didn't sabotage anyth...::Hiccup!::..anything.

::Kaitlyn finally got back to an upright seated position, giving a theatrical pointing gesture toward Greyson.  Though a somewhat poorly aimed one…::

Falcon: No!  That’s m…  I mean…  Someone else’s job!  But that was an excellent song, none-the-less!

Trel’lis: ::swaying, in mock Latino accent:: No my yob! ::giggles, like a schoolgirl::

Any: Response

Falcon: Maybe the Klingons would respond to us better if we played ‘em some music?  Wouldn’t that make for a shock.  ::Snort-chuckles.::  Programmers probably never thought of that one, either.

Taelon: Play them Aktuh and Maylota. They’ve already parked within kissing distance. Might as well make the relationship official. ::The fellow went back to staring intently at his console.::

Ezo: ::clapping happily:: Oooh!! Do that!! I always love weddings. ::clutching the collar of her shirt:: Wait, this isn't a Betazoid wedding...right? 

Flynn: ::His expression perked:: ...Can it be?

Trel’lis: Whatcha lookin’ for? ‘Candy Crush’? ‘Tetris’?

::And then, the gravity faded. Someone switched it off. There was no getting this ship back into serious mode. It just wasn't possible. Trel'lis and Mirra began swimming in the weightlessness that was the bridge. Carter suppressed a chuckle.::

Ezo: Flynn!! Am I doing this right??

Flynn: ::Looks over:: I guess!

::Trellis continued waving his hands, bumping into consoles and other people. He laughed at Mirra and Flynn, then shouted to the man.::

Vondaryan: Flynn, am *I* doing this right? ::chuckling::

Flynn: You know, the Klingons should really try this, it’s very relaxing. ::His mind continued to drift as he began to ramble.:: They are always so uptight, has anyone ever tried to date one? Psh, I prefer Federation girls....

::With that, their executive officer burst into song. Carter recognized it as being Beach Boys, though with all the laughing and maniacal good cheer going on he couldn't really hear himself think to recall the actual name of it.::

Flynn: Boys too.

::Still lying on the floor, Vondaryan broke out in fresh laughter. He stood up, brushing off his uniform.::

Vondaryan: ::eyeing everyone else:: Another sssong?

Taybrim: ::Sighing sadly as he lost his lap full of Flynn, he turned towards the viewscreen:: I wish!  Though I think we should get Commander Anders back from the evil grip of Kothos.

Vondaryan: ::chuckling, in a slightly whiny tone:: Oh, do we have to? ::muttering:: That's what sssaboteurs want us to ::hiccup:: do...

Whittaker: :: scoffing :: Nooooooooo it isn't! :: several moments passed :: Oooops. I guess I jussssst gave myssssselth up. :: he walked- stumbled really- up to Andersen and offered her his wrists :: Aresssst me Freya. Oh wait... you're a doctor now. :: giggling, looking at Mirra. :: Hey Mirrra.

Andersen/Ezo: ?

Any: ?

Whittaker: ::bouncing up and down:: I know one! I know one! ::He cleared his throat dramatically and tried to recall the lyrics, but nothing came to mind.:: Oh shoot! ::Then, a flash!:: Oh wait, I know... ::He cleared his throat again, then burst into song.::

::Carter laughed a few moments more. Whittaker's was a tune that the engineer wasn't nearly as familiar with, and couldn't, in fact, think of where he might've heard it before.::

:: And just like that he forgot the words and rested his head against Mirra's shoulder. ::

Whittaker: I ssssshould totally become a prof- prof- profiterole! :: he began cackling when he realised he had gotten the word wrong :: No! Not profiterole! Professional! I should become a professional singer!

Any: ?

::As the musical came to a close, Sal put his hands in the air::

Taybrim: ::Holding a hand up in the air:: I am not a saboteur!  But, I do care about my entire crew!

Vondaryan/Any: ?

Taybrim: Ok, then we'll board the Klingon ship and take him back while I distract him with my amazing diplomatic skills.  Or singing ability - take your pick.  ::He stood full of bravado:: Lieutenant Flynn, you will lead the away team onto the Klingon ship!  Take Vondaryan and a medic and some other people... ok?

Flynn: ?

Taybrim: Mr. Greyson, Mr. Whittaker, I want you to attune the phasers to the Klingon's shield frequency - punch a hole in the shields that we cam beam through without hitting the Klingon ship.  All sneaky like, OK?

Greyson: ::chuckling slightly.:: Mmmkay, but I'm not a ninja! ::He then worked at the tetris-like puzzle to begin punching a hole in the shields.::

Whittaker: ?

Taybrim: Falcon! Put Kothos on screen!

Falcon: ?

::Commander Kothos appeared standing on the bridge of his vessel.  He was posturing in front of the viewscreen.  Behind him, tied to the Captain's chair with a big length of fuzzy pink rope was Baylen Anders.  Suspended above his head was a very, very large tribble.  It appeared that the program had not only completely adapted to musical mode, but was having fun matching the wackiness of the players.::

Kothos: Starfleet!  What do you want?

Taybrim: I want our Captain back!

Kothos: You cannot have him!  He is mine!  If you do not comply with my demands I will feed him to my targ-eating tribble!

Greyson: oO Targ-eating trible. Now I've heard everything. Oo

::Sal put a hand to his chest and gasped in horror::

Taybrim: That's just cruel!

::The Klingon on the screen began to sing in a deep resonating bass that filled the bridge of both ships. This particular Klingon must've been tone-deaf, but that didn't seem to stop him. Once the song ended, there was a serious-sounding moment.::

Kothos: That's it, I'm beaming over!

::The viewscreen went black::

Taybrim: ::Grinning:: That went better than I thought!

::Antero started to cheer when he remembered the original intention of Sal's commanding performance. He turned sharply to the Engineers.::

Greyson: Got a hole for you to beam into, sir!

 

Flynn: Do it!

Greyson: Aye, sir. ::And made the necessary transporter locks to beam Flynn and his small strike team over to the other ship through the hole.::

 

Whittaker: ?

 

::Antero started to cheer when he remembered the original intention of Sal's commanding performance. He turned sharply to the Engineers.::

 

Flynn: Do it!

 

Whittaker: ?

 

::Once Flynn and his small team shimmered off the bridge, Carter laughed uncontrollably once more and the music for Modern Major General came into play as he pushed himself away from his console in the weightlessness of the holodeck. Once his giggle-fit had stopped, he began to sing.::

I am the very model of an engineer Starfleetian,

I've information Scotty, LaForge, and Tuckerian,

I know the sting of drinking, and I quote the battles historical

From Khan to Federation grew, in order categorical;

I'm very well acquainted, too, with matters mathematical,

I understand equations, both the simple and quadratical,

About transwarp theorem I'm teeming with a lot o' news, 

With many cheerful facts about the square of the hypotenuse.

I'm very good at integral and differential calculus;

I know the scientific names of beings dracunculus:

In short, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral,

I am the very model of an engineer Starfleetian.

I know our prolific history, Captains Picard and Ben Sisko;

I answer hard acrostics, I've a pretty taste for info,

I quote in elegiacs all the lore of The Prophetus,

In conics I can floor peculiarities parabolous;

I can tell undoubted Skyfires from Van Ghoughs and Zoffanies,

I know the croaking chorus from The Oaths of Hippocrates!

Then I can hum a fugue of which I've heard the music's din afore, 

And whistle all the airs from that infernal nonsense Pinafore.

Then I can show a boxing skill in cyclonic firestorm,

And tell you ev'ry detail of Janeway's uniform:

In short, in matters Scotty, LaForge, and Tuckerian,

I am the very model of an engineer Starfleetian.

In fact, when I know what is meant by "transduction" and "plasmin",

When I can tell at sight a phaser rifle from a javelin

When such affairs as sorties and surprises I'm more wary at,

And when I know precisely what is meant by "commissariat",

When I have learnt what progress has been made in modern gunnery,

When I know more of tactics than a Reed in a Enterprisey –

In short, when I've a smattering of elemental strategy – 

You'll say a better engineer Starfleetian has never sat as he 

For my military knowledge, though I'm plucky and adventury,

Has only been brought down to the beginning of the century;

But still, in matters Scotty, LaForge, and Tuckerian,

I am the very model of an engineer Starfleetian.

::He was having a bit of difficulty breathing after that, mostly due to the laughter but also because during the song itself he'd forgotten one of the basic rules: remember to breathe. As he lowered himself back into his seat, he winced. Breathing hurt, but he was going to power through it because he was having fun. He hoped nobody would get concerned.::

Any: Response

Greyson: Nah, I'm... ::Hiccup!:: I'm okay...breathing's hard, though...

Any: Response

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Ensign Carter Greyson

Engineer
Starbase 118 Ops
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