Lt. JG Om-Zora - Brainless intelligence
Ace Christensen
((Arboretum, Deck 5, USS Ronin))
Om-Zora had considered not joining them in the Arboretum. She wasn’t supposed to be working today, and frankly the idea of working with someone as careless as Poagie caused her to bristle. The Ferengi was a scientist in name only. Otherwise, she found him to be a person who acted with a consistent amount of gross misconduct for profit. She’d read the reports during her sleepless hours. She knew what he’d done during the study phase of the plague. While Poagie wasn’t the cause of the plague itself, truly he didn’t have enough brain cells to even conceive of it in his wildest Ferengi fantasies, he was the reason the Ronin could have simply been another massive casualty in an act of horrendous bioterrorism. And she would never forgive him for it.
As far as she was concerned, he deserved a court-martial for his utter incompetence. His, his… oh, how would she put it nicely? Stupidity? Room temperature IQ? Lobes that were inversely proportional to the size of his brain?
Working with him sounded like a pain. And it took her more time than she wanted to admit to decide whether or not it was worth it.
But she was more than a little curious what someone got called to the Arboretum for when it was their day off.
She stepped into the room quietly, and didn’t make herself known immediately. Just listened, and pulled out a tricorder casually and did some readings of her own. It was definitely less of a plant. She found the intelligence of it interesting as a neuroscientist, however. Because it hadn’t a brain in the technical sense, much like many jellyfish-type creatures. But the bioelectric signatures were similar still.
oO Fascinating. Oo
Poagie: What if we pierce it? Maybe we could make something useful out of its sap.
She glared even if he couldn’t see it. Distasteful.
oO Niac doesn’t have enough nerve. I would have banished him from the Ronin for the rest of his life, and written a strongly worded note in his records so no ship would take him. Send him back to Ferenginar a failure to everyone, including his own people. Oo
Kel: No ensign!
At least the Chief of Science didn’t agree with the method. Loudly didn’t agree. It garnered V’Len Kel just one additional point of respect from her. The music had already gained Kel enough to be considered a respected colleague by Om-Zora now. Making sure Poagie didn’t mess everything up was just a bonus.
V'Len turned and gestured at Poagie to get back. The mass became bluer than before, and now slender tendrils were emerging from it. Om-Zora was at a safe distance, still quiet.
Kel: It's not some random mass, it's a life form that's getting ready to hatch.
Wells: She is waking from a many-cycle nap. She is hungry and does not yet understand that the Ronin and her crew are not food for her. ::growing more serious:: We must move quickly. I recommend launching your shuttle now, Commander.
She’d never met this woman, but she already liked her… Or, well, she wouldn’t call it liking her, exactly. She didn’t know the woman. But she respected her apparent work ethic and ability to stay on task. Which meant equally as much from Om-Zora’s perspective. Poagie continued to take several steps backward.
Kel: Mr. Poagie, remote access the Queen Bee in the shuttle bay. The access code is B3ck5uck5.
That had Rox Queen’s signature all over it. But she had a little bit of a buffer, given she worked in the medical department, which did mean that despite one thing or another, some part of her must have wanted to be helpful. But Rox Queen lost a respect point from Om-Zora for the code being immature. She didn’t need to know that.
Om-Zora mostly watched everything go down and waited to see what the Ferengi would do. Perhaps he would just stop doing anything? Alas…
Poagie: Ok, ok. Powering up the craft now. This is an order, right? I don’t fancy Rox ripping off my lobes.
oO She would gain so many points if she did. Oo
Kel: I'll access the medical transporters. Rhodium, can you send me some measurements for the transport volume?
Wells: Response
Kel: Poagie let me know once the shuttle is outside the bay and about 10km from the Ronin. Rhodium, I can transport it ::beat:: her to the aft section, but how do we get her linked to the power supply?
Poagie: Just a few seconds.
He turned back to look at the mass on the tree that seemed to pulsate quicker than before.
Wells: Response
Kel: Thank you, Mr. Poagie. Once we're aboard, where should we take her? The farm?
Poagie made a pfsst sound.
Poagie: The farm? There’s no rare commodities market there that I’m aware of?
Wells: Response
Om-Zora very nearly regretted her decision. She could turn back now. No one would even know.
Poagie: Look, if you manage to stabilize junior here aboard the Queen Bee, I do happen to know a guy who used to do business with this Zabalian trader who collected unique commodities. I could get the Zabalian’s contact info or even better we could maybe sell it to my guy.
Her eye twitched just listening to him.
Wells/Kel: Response
Poagie: ::grumbling:: Where’s the profit in that?
Wells/Kel: Response
Poagie: Fine, fine. Queen Bee is in position. ::sarcastically:: Do you still need help strapping it into the child seat?
She couldn’t take it anymore. She had to show this dude up. So she cleared her throat.
Om-Zora: ::in a slightly forced monotone:: I doubt a being like this requires a child seat. But I could help with possibly helping to relax her? Them? While you figure out where she needs to be relocated. Make sure there’s a very limited chance of somewhat panicked actions in response to being moved.
Wells/Kel/Poagie: Response
Om-Zora: I am a neuroscientist of sorts. I have some experience understanding wave patterns like that. Possibly useful in mimicking the calming ones if you can figure out what those are in creatures like this. It might be good for both the ship and the… jellyfish? Although I do admit it provides a slight challenge since there is not a brain in the typical sense of the term. Not uncommon in beings like this. And yet the mindful intelligence shows signs of being there in other ways despite being technically brainless by normative standards.
She glanced very pointedly at Poagie.
Om-Zora: Something that other brainless beings could learn from.
Wells/Kel/Poagie: Response
Tags / TBC…
(OOC: I really need to be sure I reiterate it for this one because this one had some STRONG feelings from Om-Zora. Her thoughts are not my thoughts at all. I personally like Poagie and think he’s quite funny. It’s just that ya girl Om-Zora is notoriously angy and opinionated at all times. I am so sorry for laughing.)
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Lt. JG Om-Zora
Science Officer
USS Ronin
J239802D12
Pronouns: They/she (player), She/her (character)