Eli Wallace (
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universal_destiny2014-12-02 02:22 am
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OPENING LOG
Who: Eli Wallace and OPEN
What: Welcome to Destiny
Where: Stargate Room
When: One lonely night...
Warnings: None yet!
It had been a long week and a half.
Eli had spent most of it on the bridge, trying various calculations, trying to get the last stasis pod working, or, even better, find a way to extend life support or increase power to last the next three years.
It isn't looking hopeful.
When the all-too-familiar feeling of the ship shuddering out of FTL happens, he can't really believe it. Why? Why now? He's been monitoring the power consumption so carefully! And then he notices the indicator. The monitor belonging to Stargate Operations. He stares at it.
"...Incoming Wormhole?"
His voice is incredulous. No... Why now? Why?! There weren't any planetary Stargates in range, so that meant someone had dialled the Nine Chevron code from a non-Destiny-style Stargate.
They can't take on any more people. This screws everything over...
He sets a Kino off to go investigate the Gate Room, snatching up a remote, before heading to the armoury.
He jogs into the Gate Room just as the Wormhole connects, the familiar "ka-woosh" of the unstable vortex, before it settles into the event horizon. Eli takes up position at the console, a rifle under an arm... Just in case.
What: Welcome to Destiny
Where: Stargate Room
When: One lonely night...
Warnings: None yet!
It had been a long week and a half.
Eli had spent most of it on the bridge, trying various calculations, trying to get the last stasis pod working, or, even better, find a way to extend life support or increase power to last the next three years.
It isn't looking hopeful.
When the all-too-familiar feeling of the ship shuddering out of FTL happens, he can't really believe it. Why? Why now? He's been monitoring the power consumption so carefully! And then he notices the indicator. The monitor belonging to Stargate Operations. He stares at it.
"...Incoming Wormhole?"
His voice is incredulous. No... Why now? Why?! There weren't any planetary Stargates in range, so that meant someone had dialled the Nine Chevron code from a non-Destiny-style Stargate.
They can't take on any more people. This screws everything over...
He sets a Kino off to go investigate the Gate Room, snatching up a remote, before heading to the armoury.
He jogs into the Gate Room just as the Wormhole connects, the familiar "ka-woosh" of the unstable vortex, before it settles into the event horizon. Eli takes up position at the console, a rifle under an arm... Just in case.
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Roxy frowned at that. "FTL drive? Dude, that would take forever and the Condesce would have shot you dow-wait. No, no, I dun mean GALAXY. I meant UNIVERSE. Whole of an existence with the same laws of time and space and all that. I want to know how you ganked me from the one I was in, because this sure as hell ain't it, and I really doubt ya picked me up from that clusterfuck all normal ship like." Even if she was on the edge of the medium, the Condesce would notice a whole spaceship and would have probably pursued. She went to a lot of trouble getting Roxy godtierred, not to mention the shot to her pride.
Hell, the pride would have been reason enough to wreck the ship.
"Gate still makes more sense if its got a connecting point. Which is....also a question to where the fuck it connected if this was built by some old race," she frowned. The Medium was both always there, but only there because they existed. Could aliens have dropped off a gate? It didn't seem likely. Perhaps something on the Condesce's ship? Or maybe it went haywire and connected to similar, there were enough traveling devices.
"..." She snorted and laughed. "But possible, I take it? Yeah, okay, that I can work with." If it could time travel, then she didn't have to be too late.
"Dark Fenestrology, Appearification, and Ectobiology. Esoteric sciences mostly."
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"And your clothes...do all scientists wear those where you are from?" It was a valid questions after all.
She appeared even more perplexed as the other woman went on. Condesce?
"I am sorry but I have never heard of the Condesce or really explain how you were pulled. I didn't do it." she answered truthfully still looking very confused.
Clearly she must have come from a very advance time with the manner in which she was almost laughing off her explanation of things and technology.
"Interesting fields..." she commented. "Not too familiar with those."
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It really was. Roxy was almost tempted to say yes because, well, she WAS the only scientist where she was from. Dirk was really more of an engineer, but funny aside, that brought up questions she didn't want to answer. "These? Nah, this ain't anything to do with me being a scientist, this is Grade A Shenanigans outfit. Has to do with that whole long story thing, but fuck it, they're self cleaning, comfy, and got shit to do, I'll go 'round in the pjs."
There was a bit of a....stutter to her form as Amanda said she never heard of the Condesce. A sort of tension, confusion flickering across her face as she quickly glanced around the ship. Then....it all melts away and there is almost relief. She smiled a bit crookedly and shrugged. "All the better for ya, I guess. She's kind of a megaseabitch. Dun play nice with others."
Well, come on. She said time travel was relative. How can Roxy not laugh at a science joke like that? "Ya didn't? Weird, would think the computers would be keyed into that. Or ya don't monitor the systems? Sorry, Lil Hal just always did, kept him from going stir crazy. Fuck, is that racist against computer peeps? That might be racist. Sorry."
"Not surprised. Two are heavily involved with time travel, and the other is void work. Both of which are headache inducers to the extreme, and takes a bit too much intuition than I think most science would like to do? Shit's hard if you're not willing to trust your gut."