Application for Geordi La Forge
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dizzy_landGeordi 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.))
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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Date: 2007-11-18 05:15 pm (UTC)Of course, Andalites would not have shared such technology with humans--and that led right into the human's next question. "I--that is..." Explaining the concept of zero-space to a technologically advanced human was not quite in violation of the law of Seerow's Kindness, but it made him uncomfortable nonetheless. "Yes," he finally said, as ambiguously as possible. "That is how we attain faster-than-light speeds."