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bloodsong1) wrote2004-04-02 02:53 pm
bloodsong1) wrote2004-04-02 02:53 pm
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Shades of a Promise
"Hey! Song!" Windsong turned. One of the other scientists was coming towards her. She looked down at her notebook and blinked in surprise. The page was covered in writing in a language she shouldn't be able to comprehend. "Time to pack up, Song. We're heading back to the lab." The scientist, an expert in species identification, panted slightly as he reached her. "What were you doing out here anyway?"
"Studying." Windsong stood, closing her notebook. Behind her, Riane hovered nervously. "The break angles on those trees..."
"You're biochemistry. How can trajectories apply to anything you're doing?" Windsong turned her back on the rude man and walked towards the tents. That was the problem with being an intern on a site like this. Everything was so hush-hush and insular, newcomers were treated with suspicion. Song knew the only reason she was here was because her boss wanted her there. Dr. Takasoma was one of the best biochemists in the world. If he wanted his favorite lab assistant to accompany him, ok, but only as long as all the protocols were met. Song still marveled at how many non-disclosure and security forms she had been required to sign.
"Hey! Answer my question!" Windsong refused to turn around. Mr. ID-Man jogged over. "What's so important about trajectories?"
"You'd be surprised. Force, mass, angle, speed, all of these factors must be considered. After all, we're dealing with at least one unknown specimen. Knowing how something can inflict that much collateral damage to an enviornment will better enable us to deal with the potential threat." Windsong glanced at her annoying companion, giving him a look that clearly conveyed her contempt at his question. He opened his mouth, thought better of it, and jogged off. Windsong ducked into her tent. Dr. Takasoma was already there, packing equipment.
"I am surprised." He said without looking up. Windsong moved to a table and began packing up the blood and tissue samples they had collected.
"I am concerned, sensei." Windsong replied.
"You feel something?"
"Yes."
"Communication?"
"Established."
"Information?"
"One dead. One alive."
"Remember your promise, Windsongsan."
"I will not forget, sensei." Song closed the portable cryogenic storage unit, set it aside and started folding up the tables. Riane floated around the tent, studying the contents. Song watched the alien ghost out of the corner of her eyes as she worked. The nondisclosure agreements did not cover telepathic communication. It was unheard of. Would it be a violation of her promise to warn Lexx through his relay? And what about his helper? Was that one involved in this...game as well?
(I'm not sure if this is the correct use of 'sensei'. I know it means teacher. Song and Takasoma have a student-teacher relationship. Her work with him is for her doctorate. Suggestions?)
"Studying." Windsong stood, closing her notebook. Behind her, Riane hovered nervously. "The break angles on those trees..."
"You're biochemistry. How can trajectories apply to anything you're doing?" Windsong turned her back on the rude man and walked towards the tents. That was the problem with being an intern on a site like this. Everything was so hush-hush and insular, newcomers were treated with suspicion. Song knew the only reason she was here was because her boss wanted her there. Dr. Takasoma was one of the best biochemists in the world. If he wanted his favorite lab assistant to accompany him, ok, but only as long as all the protocols were met. Song still marveled at how many non-disclosure and security forms she had been required to sign.
"Hey! Answer my question!" Windsong refused to turn around. Mr. ID-Man jogged over. "What's so important about trajectories?"
"You'd be surprised. Force, mass, angle, speed, all of these factors must be considered. After all, we're dealing with at least one unknown specimen. Knowing how something can inflict that much collateral damage to an enviornment will better enable us to deal with the potential threat." Windsong glanced at her annoying companion, giving him a look that clearly conveyed her contempt at his question. He opened his mouth, thought better of it, and jogged off. Windsong ducked into her tent. Dr. Takasoma was already there, packing equipment.
"I am surprised." He said without looking up. Windsong moved to a table and began packing up the blood and tissue samples they had collected.
"I am concerned, sensei." Windsong replied.
"You feel something?"
"Yes."
"Communication?"
"Established."
"Information?"
"One dead. One alive."
"Remember your promise, Windsongsan."
"I will not forget, sensei." Song closed the portable cryogenic storage unit, set it aside and started folding up the tables. Riane floated around the tent, studying the contents. Song watched the alien ghost out of the corner of her eyes as she worked. The nondisclosure agreements did not cover telepathic communication. It was unheard of. Would it be a violation of her promise to warn Lexx through his relay? And what about his helper? Was that one involved in this...game as well?
(I'm not sure if this is the correct use of 'sensei'. I know it means teacher. Song and Takasoma have a student-teacher relationship. Her work with him is for her doctorate. Suggestions?)
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