Tales from the Los Lobos 14

And with the arrival of Nora, all the players are in place.

Now the real fun begins

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T’Shoak: I have been waiting for some time. Where is your captain?

T’Pranng: She has been delayed.

T’Shoak: Again. You have said that several times already. What is keeping your captain?

T’Pranng: With a crew such as this one, incidents are an almost hourly occurrence. You should know this as you did assign them here.

 

T’Shoak: Lt. Commander your attitude borders on insubordinate.

T’Pranng: With all due respect, I do not care.

T’Shoak: I will have you disciplined for your behavior.

T’Pranng: I am on this ship. There is nothing more that you can do to me. Being sent to Tantalus V would be a calming experience compared to being here. When the captain is available, she will respond.

T’Shoak: Very well.

T’Pranng: Do I detect anger in your voice Admiral?

T’Shoak: Do not be absurd Lt. Commander. Unlike you, I am in control of my emotions. Tell your captain await her response. T’Shoak out.

*chirp*

 

 

Aunlel: Somebody’s feisty today.

T’Pranng: Is there something you want lieutenant?

Aunlel: Would you really prefer Tantalus to here?

T’Pranng: As calm as that place may, I find that I would miss the… energetic atmosphere here.

Aunlel: I knew that you liked us.

T’Pranng: I would not say that.

 

 

Aunlel: You said that you’d miss us.

T’Pranng: I said I would miss the atmosphere of the ship. I said nothing about the individuals on board.

Aunlel: You’d miss Dserrkcim

T’Pranng: That… is true. Despite his size his touch is quite gentle while still being… stimulating.

 

T’Pranng: Also because of his unique genetics his tongue is borderline prehensile. It is most pleasant the way he uses it to probe my…

Aunlel: TMI. DON’T NEED TO HEAR ANY MORE! LA LA LA! NOT LISTENING!

T’Pranng: You did ask.

 

Ubowin: We removed the wall of porn that was concealing it, as you can see ma’am an operating stasis pod.

Heath: I see Ubowin. I think it’s time to get some answers. *chirp* Heath to Sydem.

Sydem: Go ahead ma’am.

Heath: I need to talk to the annoyance.

Sydem: She’s here and listening.

 

 

Heath: Listen cadet.

Jasmin: That’s senior cadet. And what do you want?

Heath: What are you hiding in your ship?

Jasmin: YOU STAY OUT OF MY SHIP!

Heath: Too late. We found the stasis pod.

Jasmin: What? Oh no. no. no. no. no. Leave it alone! Don’t open it. Please don’t open it.

Heath: What is it?

Jasmin: Please, I beg you.

Heath: Talk then, and fast.

 

 

Jasmin: Alright. On stardate 4513.3 the Enterprise under Captain Kirk was hijacked by an android from the planet Mudd. After their encounter with them, The Enterprise left them in peace to develop on their own. However in the 28^th century they reached out to the federation. They told us they had reached a point of stagnation. They needed help to… go further in their development. They wanted that… organic spark of creativity. So they worked with the Daystrom Institute and together they tried to create a new type of android. A hybrid between their technology and the Soong type. One that could help teach them what they wanted.

Heath: Let me guess, this is it.

Jasmin: You don’t understand. When it was activated, it all went so horribly wrong.

Heath: What? It attacked its creators?

Jasmin: No. it was much worse. It created such chaos that it nearly disrupted their entire society.

 

 

Heath: What did it do?

Jasmin: It told jokes.

Heath: What?

Jasmin: They gave it realistic like emotions thinking that that the source of creativity lay within them. But they couldn’t handle it. Imagine dropping the Talaxian Neelix on the Vulcan home world with free reign and access to everything. It was utter chaos. They finally caught it and shut it done, but the damage had been done. They built a second one without the emotions that not only repaired the damage, but used it as a launching point for the change they wanted.

Heath: So what about this one?

 

 

It was deemed too dangerous to be let loose. So it was supposed to be delivered to Section 31 for holding.

Heath: But…

Jasmin: Temporal Investigations made a deal was made with it. They would hide it somewhere in exchange for its help in future operations.

Heath: Departments fight among themselves. Something’s never change. So you’re its transport?

Jasmin: Sort off.

Heath: Explain.

Jasmin: It wasn’t supposed to be placed in my ship. But it was and I… didn’t say anything. It was listed as “lost in transit”.

 

 

Heath: So why didn’t you tell them you had it?

Jasmin: I thought I could use for…

Heath: No. Don’t tell me…

Jasmin: DON’T YOU JUDGE ME YOU EVIL TYRANT! YOU KNOW WHAT MY MOTHER’S LIKE! I HAVE NEEDS!

Sydem: A chaotic android love doll?

Jasmin: SHUT UP IMPLANT GIRL!

Sydem: Please captain, can hit her just once?

Heath: Just a minute. Cadet…

 

 

Jasmin: That’s senoi…

Heath: SHUT UP! You are taking advantage of another lifeform.

Jasmin: I didn’t do anything yet! I just dressed it up… Lifeform? It’s just a machine. It’s not alive.

Heath: Sydem.

Sydem: Yes ma’am?

Heath: Get the files on Lt. Commander Data from computer and have her read them. If she doesn’t want to, you and Tamiko have my permission to force her.

Sydem: With the utmost pleasure. Thank you ma’am.

Heath: I’ll deal with you later. Heath out. *chirp*

 

 

Nezima: Captain, that person you were speaking to was very disrespectful to you. Do you want me to kill her for you?

Heath: What?  No Nezima I don’t want you risking breaking another nail on my account.

Nezima: You are so kind to worry about me like that captain.

Heath: I swear Truzena, what are they teaching them at the academy these days? I don’t remember being that stupid when I was there.

Truzena: It’s more what will they teach them and Captain McBrocken might disagree with you.

Heath: Remind me to punch her in her over inflated chest for that and you in yours if you don’t stop going into peoples…

*REVIVICATION SEQUENCE ENGAGED*

Heath: Please tell me that I did not just hear that.

Truzena: Do you want the truth or a comforting lie ma’am?

 

 

Heath: You two heard her describe what was in there. What in the name of the Prophet’s possessed you to open it?

Riasni: It’s a twenty eighth century android ma’am. Think of what we could learn and…

Heath: Riasni.

Yes ma’am?

Heath: Stop talking.

Riasni: Yes ma’am.

Heath: *sigh* It’s female. It would have to be wouldn’t it?

Truzena: We do seem to be cursed that way ma’am.

Heath: Is it too late to…?

 

Android: Please! What did I do wrong? Let me out! I’m sorry! I’ll do better!

Heath: We can’t ignore a cry for help can we?

Truzena: No ma’am.

Heath: Right. Riasni…

Riasni: Yes ma’am?

Heath: Remember this sentence. “Just because I can do something, doesn’t mean that I should”. When we’re done here, I want you to type that out on your PADD and keep typing it over and over until it sinks in or you fill up the memory on it. Whichever comes first.

Riasni: Yes ma’am.

Heath: Now open it up.

 

Android: Thank you.

Heath: I’m…

Android: KILL ALL ORGANICS!

 

Android: NO! STOP!  DON’T SHOOT! I’M JOKING! PLEASE PUT DOWN THE WEAPON…where did you even pull that out of?

Truzena: You don’t want to know.

Heath: That wasn’t funny

Android: I’m sorry. I was programmed to be creative. To teach creativity. But they were incapable of learning. So it made me try harder and harder… to the point where I damaged some of my behavioral guidance subroutines irreparably… hhahahahaha…your uniforms are ancient. Did you raid a museum… no is this where Temporal Investigations was going to leave me?

Heath: Not exactly.

Android: Pfth untrustworthy meatbags… oh, sorry was that insensitive…

 

 

Android: Wait, what am I wearing?

Truzena: Again, you don’t want to know

Heath: What is your name?

Android: Oh… sorry. They referred to me as the New Order Reconstruction Android.

Truzena: New Order…

Heath: How about we call you NORA for short?

Android: NORA… I like that. I am designation Nora. What are your designations?

Heath: I’m Captain Heath Layress…

Nora: The dark empress herself? Wait you are still wearing Starfleet uniforms. This must be prior to your take over. Not too far out though as you are already wearing those boots.

Heath: Things are not as you think.

Nora: In deed. My information is lacking. And Aha! There’s a terminal out there! I shall commune with it.

 

 

Heath: Wait stop!

Nora: Interface connected. Ha, still only using bio-neural gel packs? My entire nervous system is one large bio-neural system. Magnitudes faster than the old positronic types. Ah yes we are two years, four months away from your ascension. And I get to witness it firsthand…

Heath: That’s not going to happen. Like I tried to say things not the way you remember, the timeline you come from is…

Nora: Curious… what are these little things moving through your ships systems?

Heath: GET AWAY NOW!

Nora: I am afraid it is too late. They have infiltrated my system as well. Although your concern for me is touching. Ha-ha where has your computer been? I caught a STD from it. Oh… these are Borg nanites. I apologize in advance for I do believe that I actually will attempt to kill all organics. I don’t mean to be such a rude guest. You may want to shoot me after all... Whoa there Miss trigger-happy, I said might want to… actually I feel… better

 

 

Heath: Better?

Nora: They are repairing my damaged subroutines… I feel more… normal… relatively speaking

Heath: Do you?

Nora: Although I still want to pinch your cheeks. Bajorans are just so adorable.

Heath: We can leave my face out of this for the moment.

Nora: If you say so, but those aren’t cheeks want to pinch.

Heath: What?

Nora: I mean look at it. It’s just so perfectly shaped you just want to squeeze it.

Heath: You make one more comment about my bottom and you go back in the tube!

Nora: Please, I’m sorry. I can’t help myself. I’m just so starved for any type of emotional response, even negative ones. Please ma’am, don’t put me back in there

 

 

Heath: Alright. I can see that you need help. We’ll schedule you some time with the ship’s consular to help figure out what to do with you.

Nora: You have a consular that can deal with androids?

Heath: She’s already dealt with holograms.

Nora: How can a hologram have emotional problems?

Heath: On this ship, everyone has problems.

Nora: I think I’m going to like this place.

Heath: Prophets above. Truzena, escort our two guests to the bridge.

Nora: Actually I am a commissioned officer.

Heath: You are?

Nora: Yes, Lt. New Or… Lt. Nora at your service oh future ruler of the Federation.

Heath: Fine, escort the Lt and Nezima to the bridge. I finally have to talk to someone.

Truzena: Yes ma’am.

Nora: Excuse me but can I have something less embarrassing to wear?

Heath: I’ll think about.

Nora: Ah, this is because I called your bottom a big juicy peach… or words to that effect.

Heath: Laugh Lodus. I dare you.

Truzena: Wouldn’t dream of it ma’am.

Heath: I’m leaving now before I give in to my violent nature and do something unspeakable to all of you.

 

 

Truzena: Come on let’s go.

Nora: Alright. But level with me.

About what?

Nora: The captain does have a nice bottom.

Truzena: Oh most definitely.

Riasni: Nicest I’ve ever seen

Nezima: Better than most Orion ones

Ubowin: Voted best on the ship two years running.