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ten_fwd2016-01-01 10:06 pm
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Dream a Little Dream
Who: Alex Rogan and OTA
What: Thinking, being sociable, and generally being Alex.
Where: Ten Forward
When: Evening
Status: Ongoing
Rating: TBD
Alex Rory Rogan was humming to himself, and enjoying himself. He had been studying, of late, and trying his best to see how close he could come to Starfleet Engineer certified without actually taking the course. The PADD full of old Enterprise data and specs helped, a lot, as did what information was commercially and imperatively available in the Federation. Alex was also starting something new, trading a little bit of time as a speaker on certain forums for some credits, and in turn investing those in a few ideas he had. He knew that likely those would go nowhere, but he had to try.
In the meantime, today, he was not studying. His PADDs, several still active, lay scattered about his table. In the center, the finishing touches being applied by his steady hands, was a scaled-down model of the Enterprise D. It wasn't an exact duplicate of a standard model of the ship, instead incorporating some of what he had learned of the other Enterprise. That made it interesting to wonder what would work and what wouldn't
It rested on a dock which was charging it's batteries as he finished tightening some components. Then, after one more inspection, Alex lifted the control device and pressed the red start button. With a hum, the Enterprise rose from the dock, anti-gravity thrusters propelling it away and into the air.
As he had before with previous models, Alex sent the ship above the crowd of people's heads, well, most of them. He called an apology as he narrowly missed the head of a Edoan, who just grinned, now being used to this. The Enterprise slowly did a urn over his head as he checked the controls, then started forth along the length of the room. Flying stately just under the ceiling, Alex split his attention between watching it directly and watching the PADD screen which showed the views form two mounted cameras on the model. This allowed him to maneuver it as if he was in the cockpit.
He grinned. This was awesome!
What: Thinking, being sociable, and generally being Alex.
Where: Ten Forward
When: Evening
Status: Ongoing
Rating: TBD
Alex Rory Rogan was humming to himself, and enjoying himself. He had been studying, of late, and trying his best to see how close he could come to Starfleet Engineer certified without actually taking the course. The PADD full of old Enterprise data and specs helped, a lot, as did what information was commercially and imperatively available in the Federation. Alex was also starting something new, trading a little bit of time as a speaker on certain forums for some credits, and in turn investing those in a few ideas he had. He knew that likely those would go nowhere, but he had to try.
In the meantime, today, he was not studying. His PADDs, several still active, lay scattered about his table. In the center, the finishing touches being applied by his steady hands, was a scaled-down model of the Enterprise D. It wasn't an exact duplicate of a standard model of the ship, instead incorporating some of what he had learned of the other Enterprise. That made it interesting to wonder what would work and what wouldn't
It rested on a dock which was charging it's batteries as he finished tightening some components. Then, after one more inspection, Alex lifted the control device and pressed the red start button. With a hum, the Enterprise rose from the dock, anti-gravity thrusters propelling it away and into the air.
As he had before with previous models, Alex sent the ship above the crowd of people's heads, well, most of them. He called an apology as he narrowly missed the head of a Edoan, who just grinned, now being used to this. The Enterprise slowly did a urn over his head as he checked the controls, then started forth along the length of the room. Flying stately just under the ceiling, Alex split his attention between watching it directly and watching the PADD screen which showed the views form two mounted cameras on the model. This allowed him to maneuver it as if he was in the cockpit.
He grinned. This was awesome!
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Watching the little ship suits her while she eats.
(At least, for now.)
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Alex is having way too much fun with this.
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So while she laughs, the piece of paper is being kept. Just for those future days.
And when she catches Alex's eye, she lifts her glass in his direction.
Thank you.
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A tiny voice came from the ship, from concealed speakers. "Glad to see a smile. Hope the rest of your day is awesome." Alex was nothing if not a total nerd and loved to use his tech knowledge to make people smile, or protect them, or even both.
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"I - hang on, does this thing have a microphone?"
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"I'm Alex Rogan, transplantee from 300 years in stasis, and a guest of this groovy ship."
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She winces.
"I've seen you around, but I didn't know you were that far back." In stasis strikes her as somehow worse than just 'was winked into the future by Q'.
"Gaila betIlley, originally from a hundred years ago, currently serving as science liaison."
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The ship bobbed in mid-air again. "Nice to meet you, Gaila. And that's cool! I met someone else from that time awhile back, a Pavel Checkov." Pavel had provided the schematics of his Enterprise, which Alex had used to enhance this model, in fact. It was a debt Alex still owed him.
"Can I buy you a drink? Er, and that sounded totally like me hitting on you, which I was not, er, sorry? I mean... I meant..." Now you get to meet Alex, the flailing flailer, Gaila.
He cut himself off. "Er... yes. I mean, care to join me?" Over at his table, Alex's head thunked into his table.
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"I'll come over and join you. And a drink would be great, because to answer your other question, I have a night shift after this."
It's not that hard to pick up her bowl, utensils and glass of water, and make her way through the crowd. She's not a very small woman, but she knows how to pick her way through tables and milling people.
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Alex waved for a waiter as she came over and he nodded to her, smiling, extending his hand to her, once she put her stuff down. "Nice to meet you in person, ma'am."
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Not human. Very not human.
"How long have you been working on that little Enterprise?"
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Alex smelled of machines, and of carefully applied, mostly working scent neutralizer.
"Well, I built my first one around six months ago. This is Mark 3, and she was a work of three months, after a minor technology issue led to the short circuiting of Mark 2." He grinned.
The school materials for kids of this time held model designs, and he had managed, while visiting Risa, early on, to get ahold of the schematics for a model Enterprise. "I've been slowly introducing my own design flares and ideas."
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In other words, she's fine with it. For now.
"She's beautiful," Gaila says, focusing on the model. "And I'm impressed by the speakers and the mic! You were controlling her while watching on the screens?"
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Alex settled back and nodded.
"Thanks." He nodded, leaning forward to tap his tablet, turning it to show her the control interface with the camera visions arrayed to either side of the controls. "Yep. Most of the time. Sometimes, I would look up to check on things, but mostly I used these screens, trying to approximate the view from inside the ship as it was flying."
He was learning, every day, more about this ship, and it's controls and mechanisms. And if she looked close, if she knew, she would realize the controls were close, but not quite like Enterprise's navigational controls. He had never actually seen those.
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He chuckled. "I bet you could voice sample people's voices for later adding to the stories. Er, with permission of course."
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