a. prime directive (scenario 2) "Whoa, hey, whoa, buddy, back off."
Mariner's not in a great mood. There seems to be a dampening field here, since her commbadge seems to be little more than a brooch that makes chirping noises, so she can't get in touch with the Cerritos. And now some weird guys who are dressed like animals and definitely pre-warp are all up in her business.
But - and this is a huge but (heh, huge butt) - they know what humans are. So theoretically this should be Second Contact, which is the Cerritos' mission. But these guys are decidedly pre-warp. Their vehicles run on fossil fuels, for God's sake!
Wait. Hmm. This might be a prank. From Jennifer. God! She hates Jennifer.
She gets out of the main party area, just because these guys are seriously giving her the creeps, and says clearly, "Computer, end program."
Nothing happens. "Aw, come on! This is actually real?! Rrrgh!"
b. what does god need with a starship? (scenario 3 - fog god) In her exploration, Mariner's found her way to a place called Dyster. It should really be called 'Disturbing', because this place is just as much of a cult as the otherkin guys who found her first. This place is just full of people talking to the Fog. She's pretty sure that whoever and whatever the Fog is, it's got something to do with strange energies. 'Cause that's really just what causes most civilizations to do this whole super-intense worship thing; someone gets zapped with those energies and they get delusions of being a god, they get all these powers, blah blah blah, can only be stopped by dropping a boulder on them. Or nut-shots. Personally, she thought that her expert nut-shots had done quite a bit to save the Cerritos.
"Step one, find the Fog. Step two, find a boulder," she mumbles to herself, striding through Dyster with purpose. She knows that if you look like you know what you're doing, people usually don't question it.
c. resistance is futile (scenario 3 - fourth god) Mariner did not expect to walk through a door and find what looked to be primitive robots toddling around and ancient technology, but she's not about to complain. This is the closest she's gotten to anything resembling a circuit board since she arrived here. Well...aside from the laptops, but they didn't really seem to like being messed with.
"All right, now we're talking," she says, looking over one of the robots.
d. lower decks! lower decks! lower decks! (wildcard) Ugh, trying not to let on that she's Starfleet is a pain. Not that anyone recognized her uniform, but blending in with the locals' clothes is just...obnoxious. It feels like she's on one of the planets that Those Old Scientists visited.
"I hate it here," she grumbles, collapsing on a bench, folding her arms mulishly. Boimler would either be freaking out or trying to make the best of things, but Boimler wasn't here. Neither was Tendi, or Rutherford, or Ransom, or Shaxs, or Kayshon, or Captain Freeman, or anyone. (She wouldn't admit it to her face, but...she kind of missed the Captain.) "What sort of ass-backwards planet doesn't have gagh?"
e. kirk to enterprise (network) < ens.b.mariner >
ok i'd say this place is worse than beta iii but at least you're not weird cultists or whatever
.......never mind i take that back those otherkin people were pretty culty
so uh any of you people seen a guy around here, purple hair, total dweeb, answers to brad or bradward or boimler, probably wearing what looks like a uniform? please don't tell me something ate him, i'm ready and willing to go kick ass right now but last time i saved him from something's mouth it was a galardonian spider cow and it ate his clothes off and i don't have any spares to give him 'cause i've seen little boimler once and i don't want to again
Beckett Mariner | Star Trek: Lower Decks
"Whoa, hey, whoa, buddy, back off."
Mariner's not in a great mood. There seems to be a dampening field here, since her commbadge seems to be little more than a brooch that makes chirping noises, so she can't get in touch with the Cerritos. And now some weird guys who are dressed like animals and definitely pre-warp are all up in her business.
But - and this is a huge but (heh, huge butt) - they know what humans are. So theoretically this should be Second Contact, which is the Cerritos' mission. But these guys are decidedly pre-warp. Their vehicles run on fossil fuels, for God's sake!
Wait. Hmm. This might be a prank. From Jennifer. God! She hates Jennifer.
She gets out of the main party area, just because these guys are seriously giving her the creeps, and says clearly, "Computer, end program."
Nothing happens. "Aw, come on! This is actually real?! Rrrgh!"
b. what does god need with a starship? (scenario 3 - fog god)
In her exploration, Mariner's found her way to a place called Dyster. It should really be called 'Disturbing', because this place is just as much of a cult as the otherkin guys who found her first. This place is just full of people talking to the Fog. She's pretty sure that whoever and whatever the Fog is, it's got something to do with strange energies. 'Cause that's really just what causes most civilizations to do this whole super-intense worship thing; someone gets zapped with those energies and they get delusions of being a god, they get all these powers, blah blah blah, can only be stopped by dropping a boulder on them. Or nut-shots. Personally, she thought that her expert nut-shots had done quite a bit to save the Cerritos.
"Step one, find the Fog. Step two, find a boulder," she mumbles to herself, striding through Dyster with purpose. She knows that if you look like you know what you're doing, people usually don't question it.
c. resistance is futile (scenario 3 - fourth god)
Mariner did not expect to walk through a door and find what looked to be primitive robots toddling around and ancient technology, but she's not about to complain. This is the closest she's gotten to anything resembling a circuit board since she arrived here. Well...aside from the laptops, but they didn't really seem to like being messed with.
"All right, now we're talking," she says, looking over one of the robots.
d. lower decks! lower decks! lower decks! (wildcard)
Ugh, trying not to let on that she's Starfleet is a pain. Not that anyone recognized her uniform, but blending in with the locals' clothes is just...obnoxious. It feels like she's on one of the planets that Those Old Scientists visited.
"I hate it here," she grumbles, collapsing on a bench, folding her arms mulishly. Boimler would either be freaking out or trying to make the best of things, but Boimler wasn't here. Neither was Tendi, or Rutherford, or Ransom, or Shaxs, or Kayshon, or Captain Freeman, or anyone. (She wouldn't admit it to her face, but...she kind of missed the Captain.) "What sort of ass-backwards planet doesn't have gagh?"
e. kirk to enterprise (network)
< ens.b.mariner >
ok i'd say this place is worse than beta iii but at least you're not weird cultists or whatever
.......never mind i take that back those otherkin people were pretty culty
so uh any of you people seen a guy around here, purple hair, total dweeb, answers to brad or bradward or boimler, probably wearing what looks like a uniform? please don't tell me something ate him, i'm ready and willing to go kick ass right now but last time i saved him from something's mouth it was a galardonian spider cow and it ate his clothes off and i don't have any spares to give him 'cause i've seen little boimler once and i don't want to again