[Video, Monday Evening, Week 14] CMO's Log: Entry One

[damn_it_jim]

[It's shortly after Nem's message goes out that a new face appears on the network. Bones had awoken from his pod a couple hours previously, but had spent the time finding his pants and prowling around with a suspicious glower, trying to get his bearings and trying to place just what the hell sort of alien storage facility he's found himself shunted to.]

I don't know where the hell I am, or who the hell you people are, but if you need shelter or you need medical help, then I'm inside some sort of stasis facility and the walls here look good and thick.

The name's McCoy. Dr. Leonard McCoy.

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[damn_it_jim]

I see.

[He doesn't.]

And just what do Cybertronians want with Earth, then?

[knightoflight]

I could take you flying sometime? Tolansky seems to enjoy it immensely.

[Kaidan had not enjoyed it, but perhaps those were the circumstances they were under.]

[He blinks, startled. ] N-nothing! I've never been. My kind--the Circle--all we want is peace.

[damn_it_jim]

I don't fly unless I have to. Too many ways to die.

[The shocked response seems to uncoil him a little, eyebrows raising in some honest interest.]

Peace, like common sense, is damned uncommon. Good of you to try for it anyways.

[knightoflight]

[A laugh.] I assure you, McCoy, that I am quite safe.

[A glint of mischief.] I've only died once.

[The mischief fades.] We know. It's why our city hides below ground.

[damn_it_jim]

Everything's quite safe, right up until it explodes in flaming wreckage. They said the same thing about the Titanic.

[He's not even touching the 'died once' bit.]

But what can you tell me about this place, this war people keep mentioning?

[knightoflight]

Titanic? Is that a metrotitan? [Probably not. He shakes his head.]

[Ah! That he can do!] Many of us awoke, all at once, in the ship--the one you woke in. We were apparently supposed to be used in their war...somehow. The ship is apparently a derelict from an old war between the people on this planet and another world. The war poisoned the planet, and those who wanted the war retreated inside the domes.

This was a long time ago.

Those in the domes cannot survive out here for long and we? We've only had one get inside the dome and she was...beaten horribly.

[His mouth flattens with that injustice.]

[damn_it_jim]

It's a ship that was supposed to be unsinkable. Went down in two miles of frigid water on her maiden voyage. Perfectly safe.

[But Wing's summary of events has him distracted from grousing about the many ways technology is out to get you, his eyes sharpening intently at the explanation.]

Has she received medical attention? Such that a planet like this can offer, anyway. And the dome-dwellers, you say they can't survive outside of them? Why is that?

[knightoflight]

That doesn't sound very safe. [If he may disagree.]

She did, but you'll find our medical facilities rather...strained. Jim Kirk had told me it was far below what he was used to.

I don't know. He grew ill and died, and the Old City sages said that this was the way it was with their kind.

[damn_it_jim]

So your creators can make giant sentient robots, but can't program in the ability to detect sarcasm?

[Bones' eyebrows are raised at that, as he's drawn back into the discussion of the Titanic despite the conversational shift. But, after a long pause, he gets himself back on topic.

Well, on more important matters, there are a lot of reasons someone can die if they're pulled out of a closed environment. I can't get you any answers while I'm holed up in here, though.

[knightoflight]

I...uh. [Oh, no they have sarcasm. Wing is just too serious for his own good around humans. He bursts out laughing.] I'm sorry. I really should lighten up.

[Is that a hint?] I could fly--er, show you the way to the Old City?

[damn_it_jim]

Probably. You're starting to remind me of our executive officer, and one Spock's quite enough.

[He squints visibly at the offer, measuring it, before coming down on the side of considering it genuine.]

That's kind of you, but I'm not going anywhere until this supposed fog clears. Last thing I need on a potentially hostile alien planet is to be off my head or coughing up my lungs or whatever this does.

this tag is obscenely late and I suck

[knightoflight]

Oh! Spock. Oh no. He's far more serious than I am. [Clearly Wing has thought about this himself.]

You are right. My apologies. I could bring you something if you need?

Late is OK! Busy month is busy.

[damn_it_jim]

I guess that depends on what all I should need. Any recommendations? Just how wild is this Wild West you've got going on here?

[Bones' gaze dips downwards, as he takes in the sum total of himself and his personal effects with a bare grimace.]

[knightoflight]

[The reference sails over his head. Of course.]

Well. We have had dinosaurs.

[damn_it_jim]

Dinosaurs.

Pull the other one, it's got bells on it.

[Have another bit of colloquialism to baffle you, Wing.]

[knightoflight]

Pull the other what?

[Blink.]

[damn_it_jim]

Leg.

As in 'you're pulling my leg'.

[Bones' tone is the patiently snarky one of a pedant explaining something.]

As in the notion of millions of years extinct animals roaming around is patently ridiculous. Unless you're talking about local creatures that just look like 'em.