Lieutenant Nera Ay - George 2.0?
Jonathan
((Central Quantum Transport Junction, USPS Showrunner))
With the help of a very morally questionable bartender, and the much more morally upstanding Sevantha Saa, Ay and Morro had at last escaped Fearless, and landed themselves somewhere else. Neither of them were entirely sure where here was, but they were operating on the assumption that is was…insert dramatic drumroll…backstage!
They’d managed to link up with the well dressed Captain of the Thor, Trake Promontory, and were now attending to the delicate task of wrecking equipment and saving anyone stuck in the Astrachthoni sets.
All with only a multitool and a hypospray. Not the best situation, but probably not the worst situation Ay had ever found himself in either.
Their current plan was the get one of the automated repair drones, and see what access, or equipment, it might relinquish.
He scratched his chin, looking around for a moment again, grinning widely once more.
Nera: They detect breaks and make repairs, right? Let’s do what we originally, said, and start breaking something.
He delivered a swift kick to one of the class towers, watching it shudder for a moment.
Caras: Oh! let me help.
Morro jumped in a moment later, with an immense degree of glee, prompting Ay to resume his unstructured kicking. It felt good, really really good, like he could finally start working out 19 odd years of Fearless angst on the Astrachthoni.
Promontory: Maybe with some leverage.
A moment later, the Captain himself joined in on the glass tower beat down, with a more deliberate approach it seemed.
Promontory: Here!
Their combined efforts seemed to be having an effect; little bits of the structure were being chipped away ever so surely. Pretty minor looking vandalism at that, but it did cause a little blue light to blink on, housed within the great obelisk structure.
Caras: I think that’s a sign. It looks like we kicked off some kind of notice.
Ay nodded, and took a step back to wait and watch. It only took a minute or so for an actual response to arrive, but throughout it all, he still felt his hand drifting unconsciously towards the back of his waist.
Caras: ::Whispering:: looks like we got the attention of one.
A little drone had started to drift towards us. A strange thing with one central blue eye, four little tenactle like arms, and four slim fins streaming behind it.
Promontory: Best net I can do, in the circumstances.
The Captain removed his jacket, holding it out like an improvised net. A move Ay was well familiar with. He’d done that to Bio using his lab coat, with limited success, admittedly.
Nera: Better than nothing. You net it, I’ll hold it; Morro, you tinker and stop it moving.
They waited with bated breath for the drone to drift close enough. It showed remarkably little interest in them, like it didn’t register them as important enough.
Caras: Ready? Now!!
They leaped when it was in range, the coat smothering the little drone while Ay wrapped his arms around the flailing mechanical tentacles. 19 years of Fearless had been good for his physical conditioning, strangely enough.
Nera: Fiesty little thing. Stronger than it looks.
The drone started bucking wildly from side to side, up and down, even as some part of its outer casing clanged to the floor.
Promontory: I don’t think we can handle two at a time. Maybe shut down whatever it would use to call a friend?
Ay nodded a vigorous agreement to the statement; a moment later, Morro pulled something out of the drones body, that immediately killed the blue eye, and the anti gravity propulsors. It dropped to the ground with a thud, rolling a little.
Caras: Ok… got him. He’s a little cute. What do we call him?
Morro set the drone the right way up, which was really about the size of a beach ball with a collection of sticky out bits, and crouched to begin poking around. Ay did the same, not that he could offer much insight.
This was Astrachthoni tech, he didn’t know the first thing about it. Borg tech? More than he wanted.
Promontory: Orbie?
Ay gave the Captain a slightly unimpressed look, raising his eyebrow much like his dear old Vulcan staff member would.
Nera: Orbie? It’s….descriptive. ::pondering to himself:: George? Or Laylaps?
Ay tapped the casing curiously a few times, then straightened up, casting his gaze about himself as Morro worked. Naming the drone had reminded him suddenly of a piece of Borg “technology” he’d recovered during an excursion on the Gorkon, and brought back for study, calling it George.
George was the head of a Borg Drone. And had turned out to be a Gina, not a George.
Caras: Speaking of which. Cap… What did you get stuck in? Has it been as long for you as it was for us?
Now that seemed like a much better conversation. He turned rather eagerly, though if the Captain’s long sigh was anything to go by, then he had quite the story to tell.
Promontory: Honestly, it was all like a dream. Or a series of dreams really. I’ve cycled through dozens of shows—some sort of space western, a Romulan soap opera… (straining his memory) oh, there was a swashbuckling show that I kinda liked, but it got canceled after two seasons… A few other things. (beat) And several failed escape attempts. (waving at the data center) But I’ve never seen anything like this. (turning back to the boys) What about you two?
He would have watched any of those, given the chance, if they didn’t feature the crew as actors.
Nera: Well, when I first arrived, they tried casting me as a Detective. But that didn’t last beyond the initial scene. They put me into a hospital drama after that. It was a bit much, even by my standards for drama. All the surgeons kept having poorly timed heart to hearts mid surgery. And they were all sleeping with each other!
He shuddered a little at the memory. Leigh Dane Remembrance Hospital was a very strange place, and he’d stopped trying to use the on-call rooms altogether for a nap. They were always in use by the other doctors, and not for their intended purpose either.
Surprisingly, he’d found another Asgardian at the hospital, Kai. Watching a security officer pretend to be a doctor and bumble around dated equipment had been decidedly amusing. He'd had some company at least.
Nera: I think our benevolent Directors got tired of my trying to save the patients, so they wrote me out after a few seasons. Shot by a patient too, can you believe it?! :: shaking his head:: After that, 19 consecutive seasons of Fearless with this guy.
He pointed his thumb towards Morro, grinning a little.
Caras: Response
Promontory: I mean, you seem older—well, mentally, if not physically. I think they can sorta decouple the two anyway. My sense is that about a week has passed by “on the outside.” But I experienced about five years. It seems to be variable. I haven’t encountered too many other Asgardians. (beat) So, you two were together at least?
Ah of course, the Captain was part El-Aurian. They had that whole time sense thing. He’d been meaning to ask Taelon to explain how it worked, but had never gotten around to it prior to transferring.
Nera: Only a week? That’s going to take a bit of getting used to ::beat:: For Fearless though, yeah, we were together for the whole thing. We found Sevantha right as the show was ending, and I found of our security guys in that hospital show.
Curiously, they seemed to have, collectively, not encountered many Asgardians in their respective programs. Ay half wondered if that was an intentional move, to stop them from conspiring too much. Probably wise, since they’d conspired very well and collapsed the whole thing.
Caras: Response
Promontory: It pays to be genre-savvy. (beat) These Astrachthoni are like perversions of El-Aurians. Like, they don’t have any stories of their own and they are desperately trying to find meaning in other peoples’ without doing the work needed to make them meaningful…
Leaning against one of the glass structures for a moment, Ay mulled over the description for a moment.
Nera: Almost makes me feel sorry for the Astrachthoni, when you put it like that.
Caras: Response
He folded his arms slightly, getting into the topic. People saw Bajorans and mostly clicked on religious as a defining characteristic, and cultural standpoint, entirely missing the creative side of Ay’s people. Bajoran culture encouraged creativity in any form in its citizens, nurturing the talent with more attention than some others from a young age.
Nera: Stories are so central to countless cultures. Creating them, listening to them, drawing meaning from them. For an entire race to have either lost the ability to create their own, or just have no interest in that simple pleasure? ::mutter:: What a sad existence.
The topic had erased a little of the original anger. Now he really sat and thought about the Astrachthoni as a whole.
Caras / Promontory: Response
Nera: Doesn’t excuse the continued abduction of other races for their own entertainment. That’s something we should put a stop to if we can, or at least get the Diplomatic Corps involved.
Caras / Promontory: Response
He gazed upwards for a moment, watching the other drones drift around, none of which seemed all that interested in anything going on below them, nodding at the points provided by each man. Returning to a crouch next to the downed drone, he tapped the casing again.
Nera: How’s our little friend here? Think you’ve gotten something useful out of it?
Ay wasn’t entirely bothered what they got out of the drone, so long as it was something. Access to its replicating abilities, some bit of technology, or even some way to access the internal network. Or a friendly little follower.
Something was better than nothing.
Caras / Promontory: Response
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Lieutenant Nera Ay
Chief Medical Officer
USS Thor
G240106NA2
He/Him/His (Player/Character)
