Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2014 15:57:22 GMT -8
“Sir, the sensors aren’t working very well throughout the entire station.”
The old man snorted. "Sensors. A huge excuse not to use your brains or your eyes if you ask me."
“Thermal maps suggest that the extreme ends of the station seem to be approximately 10°C cooler than they should be.”
"I told you it was cold. You need a map for that?" He shook his head, still ogling the woman in front of him. "Do you need a map to take a-"
“Sir, you cannot just treat a woman like she is made to serve your whims. In Starfleet all people, regardless of gender, are treated with equal respect."
The geezer swung around on his heel. "Well, look who's a walking billboard for propriety. Do you get one of those fancy medals every time you spout something politically correct?"
"However, the only thing you've done is make suggestive passes and petty criticisms at the members of my crew. Honestly, sir, how can you expect us to respect you when we know next to nothing about you?"
"So, when you meet a new species, you don't respect them?" He rolled his brown eyes. "Doesn't sound like you do well in First Contact situations, Captain."
“The readings for him don’t make sense, sir, and I’m not sure if that’s because he’s something special or because of the interference that is preventing the sensors from working properly.”
"Oh, I'm special all right." By this time, he was back to leering at the poor woman sitting at Flight Control and ignoring most of what the others were saying.
"We might be able have our communications hop from commbadge to commbadge"
Now, that he heard and he made a sound indicating his opinion of the idea. It wasn't pleasant. A pre-lit cigar materialized in his hand and he took a long drag on it, then blew out puffs of smoke, heart shaped, in the direction of the woman. "Seems to me that smaller devices should be even more susceptible to these disruptions. But what do I know. I'm old. Ancient, even."
"Cadet, scan the Command Centre again. Try different types of scans: thermal, infrared... whatever you can think of. But this time, don't scan our guest... scan the crew. If the sensors are working, perhaps we can determine what our friend isn't... rather than what he is."
"Don't you have better things to do, Captain, than scan me? Like fixing the heat?"
Tag @jonah , @jonathanrichards , @raal
The old man snorted. "Sensors. A huge excuse not to use your brains or your eyes if you ask me."
“Thermal maps suggest that the extreme ends of the station seem to be approximately 10°C cooler than they should be.”
"I told you it was cold. You need a map for that?" He shook his head, still ogling the woman in front of him. "Do you need a map to take a-"
“Sir, you cannot just treat a woman like she is made to serve your whims. In Starfleet all people, regardless of gender, are treated with equal respect."
The geezer swung around on his heel. "Well, look who's a walking billboard for propriety. Do you get one of those fancy medals every time you spout something politically correct?"
"However, the only thing you've done is make suggestive passes and petty criticisms at the members of my crew. Honestly, sir, how can you expect us to respect you when we know next to nothing about you?"
"So, when you meet a new species, you don't respect them?" He rolled his brown eyes. "Doesn't sound like you do well in First Contact situations, Captain."
“The readings for him don’t make sense, sir, and I’m not sure if that’s because he’s something special or because of the interference that is preventing the sensors from working properly.”
"Oh, I'm special all right." By this time, he was back to leering at the poor woman sitting at Flight Control and ignoring most of what the others were saying.
"We might be able have our communications hop from commbadge to commbadge"
Now, that he heard and he made a sound indicating his opinion of the idea. It wasn't pleasant. A pre-lit cigar materialized in his hand and he took a long drag on it, then blew out puffs of smoke, heart shaped, in the direction of the woman. "Seems to me that smaller devices should be even more susceptible to these disruptions. But what do I know. I'm old. Ancient, even."
"Cadet, scan the Command Centre again. Try different types of scans: thermal, infrared... whatever you can think of. But this time, don't scan our guest... scan the crew. If the sensors are working, perhaps we can determine what our friend isn't... rather than what he is."
"Don't you have better things to do, Captain, than scan me? Like fixing the heat?"
Tag @jonah , @jonathanrichards , @raal