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[beam_me]

Bit of a panic out and about, it seems! Don't suppose anyone has a use for a twenty-third century Chief Engineer, then? Otherwise I'll be happy to keep my head down and continue tinkering with some of these ah... Macintosh thingamajigs. Twenty-first technology has so many superfluous bits tacked on for no discernible reason that I can see. It's a

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Filter to the crew (except you kirk, sorry :<)

[hyposprayed]

Scotty listen, Jim's been... well, brainwashed is the best way I can put it. It'll wear off in a day or two but see if you can keep an eye on the network and make sure no one's going to use this to their advantage.

[have a tired sigh.] Never a damn dull moment alright.

[Crew Filter Minus Captain, My Captain]

[beam_me]

Oh, righto, then. Been doing a bit of ah... unlocking on various communications floating about, admittedly, to keep myself from going batty. S'pose a sensible application isn't too far a request. Consider it done.

You need a hand with anything else, old chap?

[Crew Filter Minus Mon Capitan]

[hyposprayed]

Thanks Scotty.

[a pause and some rifling] Lord knows my regenerator could use a once over, and my phaser for that matter. Besides Jim or Spock you're probably the only one who can even make a damn bit of sense out of them.

[Crew Filter Minus El Capitan]

[beam_me]

Aye, but I make better than sense! I make upgrades! It's like givin' a Tellarite a puppy for Christmas dinner.

Spoke with the other Doctor -- the fifth one, are y'familiar with the bloke? -- and told him I'd be at the infirmary. So I'll be down in a jiff.

Don't suppose you have any extra infirmary equipment lying about that'd be available for a bit of a... modification? We'll need as many parts as we can scrounge if everything about this Davros fellow comes true.

[Crew Filter Minus Mio Capitano]

[hyposprayed]

I have a good deal of 23rd century equipment down here for you to tinker with. I don't need a super powered regenerator Scotty, try not to go trigger happy when you get your hands on these, you hear me?

Hell, they number themselves now? Don't think I've met Doctor five, though one of them will be coming down here soon enough as well. Have any of them given you a straight answer about this 'Darvos' yet?

[Crew Filter Minus Mein Kapitan]

[beam_me]

Aye, it's a bit hard not to show off when I've been keeping the company of lesser technology, but I'll do my best!

The Doctor I've been speaking with -- blond bloke, wears a vegetable. The lad's got game plan to generate an Artron energy field. I'll be using whatever's available in the infirmary and what I've been able to snag from the Enterprise. Any broken or discarded technology you or any of the crew have would be a delight to work with.

Davros is some rogue madman genius that created a species out of last year's moldy birthday haggis called "Daleks". That is, to say, that they're made of pure hatred and destroy whatever they come in contact with. I haven't been told a straight answer on the race of Davros himself because I suspect the Doctors don't have an inkling. Voice sounds organic with heavy technical modifications, though.

I'll keep you updated.

... [A pause.]

...and what in the bloody hell happened to the Captain, again? With the brainwashing bit? If it's a long story, I'll settle for an explanation when we're free to

[Crew Filter Minus мой капитан]

[hyposprayed]

If you can use anything we have go ahead and take it, I can get a replacement from the Admiral when this new batch of hell simmers down.

He must be something alright, he has them all more nervous than a long tailed cat in a room of rockin' chairs. One of the vets here told me he was here before, apparently killed a lot of the folk around here before he was stopped. If I hear anything else I'll let the lot of you know.

[have another sigh] It's damned complicated alright, all I can tell you at the moment is he's completely devoted to one of the Warden's here. She told him to follow my orders but I'm still a damn sight concerned with how this could all play out.

[Crew Filter Minus 私の大尉]

[beam_me]

Completely devoted. Blimey.

Well then, see you soon, Bones!