Application for Geordi La Forge

[treknobabbler.livejournal.com]

Geordi nodded to O’Brien as he walked into the transporter room. Life on the Enterprise was always exciting, but there’d been a little too much of that lately, and if it was all the same to you, he thought a couple of days’ leave on Risa sounded like a good idea. Sun, relaxing, and a couple of projects to work on when the relaxing got boring – or when no girls wanted to talk to him.

But that was all too depressing to think about. He was seconds away from Risa! This was a good thing! "See you in a couple days, Chief!" he said, waving as the transporter energized.

Geordi picked up his bag once he rematerialized, and ... hey, this didn’t look like Risa. Come to think of it, this didn’t really look like any planet he’d been on in recent memory. He pressed his comm badge. "La Forge to Enterprise," he tried. Nothing. Typical. He reached into his bag to pull out his tricorder.



Mickey coughs theatrically. "'What is your name?'"

"Me? I’m Geordi," he said absentmindedly. The tricorder was going nuts. It’d been in perfect working order back on the ship, so it was either this planet messing with it, or the tricorder had no idea how to classify the lifeform in front of him. It was currently displaying a message reading, "UNKNOWN SPECIES. RECALIBRATE MAJEL SEQUENCE TO CONTINUE."

"What is your quest?" asks the Cat. It's perched, suddenly, on the roof of one of the gate-stiles.

"Well, I was trying to get to Risa, but this doesn’t seem to be it. You’d know it if you’ve ever been there. Pleasure planet? Lots of warm sun and nice people? I mean, you guys seem to have the weather for it here, but I’m not really seeing the people." Geordi looked around. "Are you guys the only ones here?"

"'What is the average w..?'" Mickey frowns down at the notebook. "You know, I don't really see why that's important." He flips a page. "'If you could be granted three wishes, what would they be?'"

"Wishes, huh?" Geordi laughed. "Sorry, I’ve run into Q a few too many times to just go around asking for wishes. You never know who might decide to grant them."

"Or," the Cat says, examining its tail with interest, "if you were a genie and someone you were trying to give three wishes to was trying to trick you into giving him more, what would you say?"

"You don’t need to trick someone to do that. Just put him in the holodeck for a couple of hours. He’ll come out when he’s ready." Come to think of it, this place resembled a few holodeck scenarios he'd seen. If his tricorder would cooperate, maybe he could figure that ...

Mickey looks rather nonplused at the next, but reads, "'When the revolution comes, what skills will you be able to barter for food?'"

"Whoa now!" Geordi put his hands up and backed away from Mickey and the Cat. "Any revolutions that are going on, I can’t be any part of."

The Cat rolls its eyes in a friendly (and rather disconcertingly out-of-sync) way, and asks, "Milk, dark, or white chocolate?"

Well, that’s one way to distract Geordi, although chocolate really isn’t his area; coffee is. "Oh, it has been so long since I’ve had real chocolate, you have no idea! Milk, please."

"'Choose the two coolest: robots, pirates, fairies, bears, ninjas, monkeys, vampires, or humans,'" says Mickey, giggling a bit as he goes through the list. "'Explain.'"

Geordi raised his eyebrows and grinned. "Man, I’ve been from one end of the alpha quadrant to the other and I’ve seen a lot of strange things. But I have never seen fairies or vampires, so those are out. Robots are great – one of my best friends is an android. But I think I have to agree with Captain Picard here. Humans have the coolest potential." He paused. "Although I don’t think the captain would phrase it like that."

"Great!" Mickey flips through the blank pages of the notebook at top, cartoon-y speed. "Well, I think that's just about it! Oh, and I'm supposed to ask, 'for your safety: are you carrying anything sharp?'"

"Well, I’ve got some tools in my bag that might be considered sharp, but they’re for fixing things. Oh, and I’ve got the plasmodic transducer in there, too – that’s kind of sharp, but it’s not dangerous. At least, it won’t be once I reverse the polarity of the georesonant couplings." The phaser he carried per Federation orders wasn’t sharp, exactly, so he decided not to mention it.

((Geordi is from Star Trek: The Next Generation.))

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[superherogifted.livejournal.com]

Virgil actually hadn't ever really followed Star Trek-- he was a comic book geek, but sci fi was more Richie's thing. Still, that didn't mean he didn't know where Geordi La Forge came from.

Shortly after hearing the arrival over the speakers, Virgil showed up, in Static uniform, at the gates with a few chocolate bars (http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1201/616921338_f0e8dd06aa.jpg?v=0) in his hand.

"See? And you didn't even have to ask for three wishes!" he said, grinning. "But-- well, we've got warm sun, and some nice people, but I don't think you could call this place a pleasure planet. More like prison-slash-theme park. With free food."

[treknobabbler.livejournal.com]

Interesting uniform. But Geordi wouldn't comment. He'd seen enough weird uniforms in his travels to not care. Besides, there was always the off-chance the uniform was part of some political struggle, and that was way above his head.

"Hey, thanks! I am so tired of replicated food, I can't even tell you." Replicated food just doesn't taste quite the same. Geordi, like everyone else, has tried to work around this, but it never quite worked. And when Geordi can't fix a machine and make it do what he wants, you know it must have been designed by crazy people Starfleet.

Geordi frowned in spite of the chocolate. "Prison? What do you mean?"

[superherogifted.livejournal.com]

"Heh, well, then maybe this place won't be so bad for you," he said, handing over the chocolate. "Like I said, free food and most of it's pretty good. But yeah. There's that little bit where none of us can leave." He shrugged. "Sorry, man."

[treknobabbler.livejournal.com]

Geordi bit into the chocolate, trying to -- oh, real chocolate is really, really good. Escape plans would have to wait for a couple of seconds.

"Does anyone know why people are stuck here?" he asked. "Has there been any kind of announcement of what they're doing with us?" Being stuck here forever is not something chiefs of engineering are keen on. Who knew what kind of shenanigans the Enterprise's engine might get into?

[ningyou-hime.livejournal.com]

Hearing this new person on the intercom, Chii had to go right away. She shows up for the sole purpose of saying, "No, there are other people here. Once they hear you, they will start to come and greet you. My name is Chii. Chii is pleased to meet you." And, of course, she gave a bow right after.

[treknobabbler.livejournal.com]

Geordi smiled. She seems so nice and friendly! ... But then, so did the Pakleds, and they kidnapped him. Still, she doesn't seem to be connected to the mouse or the cat. He bowed back to Chii. "Nice to meet you too, Chii. How long have you been here?"

[ningyou-hime.livejournal.com]

"Chii...." To the question, Chii frowns and looks confused for a moment. Eventually, she has to tell Geordi, "Chii does not know. Chii does not have a means of keeping time." Or if she did, internally, the mechanism was scrambled.

[treknobabbler.livejournal.com]

Confusing time issues and a prison-type thing? Oh, that sounds familiar, in a bad kind of way. "That's okay," says Geordi. "Hey, can you tell me a little more about this place? I haven't been able to find out that much."

[totallyphillip.livejournal.com]

It was the word holodeck that first caught Ax's attention--he'd never heard the term itself, but it sounded distinctly non-human. When he heard the voice speak of an alpha quadrant and androids, he knew he needed to investigate.

Still in human morph, to prevent any possible incidents, Ax approached the entrance area to see what certainly appeared to be a human. Perhaps he was from another time, like some of the other inhabitants.

"Hello," he said politely. "My name is Phillip. What is the 'alpha quadrant' a quadrant of? Your galaxy?" It sounded like it could be similar to the Andalite system, but he couldn't be sure.

[treknobabbler.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. The galaxy's split into four quadrants -- the alpha quadrant, the beta quadrant, the gamma quadrant, and the delta quadrant." Geordi wanted to say more -- going off about space was fun! -- but he remembered the Prime Directive, which said that introducing new ideas and technology in pre-warp society was a bad idea. The crew of the Enterprise had broken it, of course, but Geordi figured he had to be careful here. Until he saw some evidence of post-warp technology, he was going to have to be quiet.

... Man, was Geordi bad at being quiet. More science! "The galaxy's big enough that we couldn't know anything about it unless we broke it into manageable chunks. Greek letters seemed to be the easiest way to go."

[totallyphillip.livejournal.com]

A fourth of a galaxy hardly seemed like a manageable chunk, but the concept was familiar. "What is 'Greek'?" he asked, curious. Then, realizing this was probably not the most important question he could be asking, he pressed on, "Are you from Earth? What time are you from?" He hoped the human wouldn't find his questions rude, but he was eager to know.

[treknobabbler.livejournal.com]

Okay, so this guy wasn't from Earth. Well, that means someone here had warp technology, but Geordi wasn't sure who. No one here seemed to be connected to each other ... but hey, if the guy knows planets other than Earth, and he's here, he must have traveled somehow. "Yeah, I'm from Earth," he said. "And I'm from the middle of the twenty-fourth century. When and where are you from?"

[no1likeher.livejournal.com]

"Hi! What's that on your face?"

[treknobabbler.livejournal.com]

"It's my VISOR." Geordi didn't see the point in giving the acronym. "I can't see on my own, so it helps me out."

[no1likeher.livejournal.com]

"How can something that blocks your eyes help you see?"

[skaffenamtiskaw]

It was another space-traveller.

But what universe (or story; given the presence of Star Wars characters, the drone wasn't prepared to rule this possibility out) had this one come from? Georesonant couplings? That was ... that was ... completely meaningless.

"What," it demanded, "is a plasmodic transducer?"

Curtness of the question aside, the drone's aura was growing bright, hilarious pink.

[treknobabbler.livejournal.com]

((Yay!))

Well, hel-lo. If there was one thing Geordi loved, it was sentient technology. And this one wanted to know things!

"A plasmodic transducer is connected to the neutron imbalance collider in the warp drive of a ship. It's part of the antimatter filtration system. This one --" he pats his bag "-- was part of the tertiary density protocol. But it's been acting up lately, so I need to take a look at it."

[skaffenamtiskaw]

"Oh, naturally." The drone's aura was so brilliant pink that it was starting to cast a faintly pinkish glow on anything very nearby. "I see. Are you sure that the, ah, second density protocol isn't the source of the problem? Because sometimes the filters can get a hiccup and the problem travels downstream and, well, there you are. Oh, excuse me, where are my manners -- my name is Fohristiwhirl Skaffen-Amtiskaw Handrahen Dran Easpyou." It dipped in the air, a drone bow. "Skaffen-Amtiskaw will do, though."

[treknobabbler.livejournal.com]

"Thanks. It's not technically a motion sensor, though -- more like an electromagnetic pair of glasses. But whatever works, really." Geordi smiled. There was a time for defending your technical creations do the death (or at least, to the barfight with Klingons), and there was a time to be friendly.

[mickey-mous.livejournal.com]

"Okie-dokie, Geordi. You ready to find out which one of our fantastic lands you'll be livin' in?"

[treknobabbler.livejournal.com]

"I guess so!" said Geordi, peering closely at Mickey once again. His visor had been known to pick up weird things every once in a while, but this guy was something else altogether.

[mickey-mous.livejournal.com]

Mickey didn't know how a two-dimensional animated mouse appeared in a futuristic visor. All he did was grin.

"Neato! I think you're about perfect for Tomorrowland."

[mickey-mous.livejournal.com]

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