Lt Cmdr Wil Ukinix - Can I Kick It?
Wil Ukinix
((Engineering Lab, Deck 8, USS Veritas))
The table that normally took up the centre of the Lab had been recessed into the ground.
In its place was a large subspace array, with legs coming out of the bottom of it.
Those legs just happened to belong to Tristam Core, Components Specialist.
Wil stood leaning against the lab’s window with his arms crossed, in a relaxed pose, happily talking to Char while the components specialist was doing… something.
Ukinix: …and that’s how I became allergic to goldfish.
Vanlith: Response
Ukinix: Well, the first lesson is not to believe your smart-arse mate who convinces you that they’re “good eating”.
And the second lesson, even on a barbecue they do
*not* taste good.
Vanlith: Response
The conversation was interrupted when Tristam’s voice came from under the array.
Core: Wrun et agen!
Wil stood up slightly and smirked a little.
Ukinix: Was that… did you just… swear in Rodulan?
::Looking up:: Computer! Translate that for me.
Moderation filter off, please!
Computer: ::error tone:: Unable to translate.
Ukinix: What? Surely that means something like “go and get”-
Vanlith: Response?
A hyperspanner tumbled out from under the array at a decent velocity.
Core: Just do it again!
Ukinix: Ohhhhhh! Right, got it now.
::Gesturing:: Char, would you like to do the honours?
Vanlith: Response?
The components expert rapidly slid out from under the array, and stood up between Char and Wil.
Core: You checked the start-up?
Vanlith: Response?
Core: And did the yellow indicator come on?
With his arms still crossed, Wil deliberately leaned over to the indicator in question, and inspected it.
Ukinix: ::Flatly:: Nup.
Tristam’s facial expression changed to one of frustration.
Core: Kick it.
Wil smirked and looked at Tristam with disbelief.
Ukinix: ::Smirking:: Mate, it’s not one of those old-fashioned cathode-ray tube display monitors.
Vanlith: Response?
The Rodulan’s facial expression and rapid, uncontrolled and seemingly uncoordinated gestures seemed to indicate that Tristam was about to lose his… stuff.
Core: I'm Rodulan! Non-violent! When I turned five I swore pacifism even in the event of extreme frustration under the guidance of Artistry-- just kick the damn thing already!
After a few moments of silence, Wil shrugged, and then walked closer to the array.
Ukinix: Can-I kick-it…
He moved his leg back, then swung it with force into the contraption.
The roomed echoed with a deep metallic “clang” sound.
Ukinix: Yes you can!
Vanlith: Response?
The visual display turned green. Tristam’s hands sliced into the air to indicate his victory.
Core: It finally works!
Ukinix: ::Smiling:: Well done, Commander.
Vanlith: Response?
Ukinix: So that means, we could… ::slowly lifting finger, smiling:: contact Welder’s Diner on Ketar V and order some take-away burgers?
Vanlith/Core: Response
Tags/TBC!