RP for victoryofthecho
Lore secured the collar to the Romulan uniform he had acquired, kicking over the last owner of the garment. This was far more comfortable than that Starfleet uniform he'd been stuck in. Of course, he'd been a little surprised when he opened his eyes and discovered himself aboard a Romulan Warbird... but it had worked out in the end.
As usual, pretending he was Data quickly earned him a few points from the gullible enemy. They expected Federation ethics, just and tactful. Not a stampeding android raging through the ship and systematically clearing out the crew like something out of their nightmares.
And now, fresh with his stolen chip and his own Romulan Warbird (though he was very displeased with the fact it was veritably unarmed), Lore was gently drifting into Romulan space. He had no idea what he would say when someone contacted him, but... oh, well. He would think something up. He was excellent at improvising and would serve whatever would keep him alive.
Those Romulan bastards though, he knew they would want his design. A Soong-type android was legendarily strong, sturdy. They were made to withstand intense temperatures and pressures and impacts. More than most more atypically hominid looking androids did. If it weren't for his brother's notoriety, in appearance he would probably be mistaken for a tacky pleasure android from Risa.
He didn't know whether that was a good or bad thing. He liked being underestimated.
He slouched, languid and catlike into the captain's chair and slung a leg over an arm, reviewing the contents of some random PADD. Deciding that he didn't care what it said, he idly tossed it over his shoulder.
He'd reactivate the cloaking device at some point. For now, he was hoping someone would tractor the ship in and give him another go at getting a vessel with some real firepower.
As usual, pretending he was Data quickly earned him a few points from the gullible enemy. They expected Federation ethics, just and tactful. Not a stampeding android raging through the ship and systematically clearing out the crew like something out of their nightmares.
And now, fresh with his stolen chip and his own Romulan Warbird (though he was very displeased with the fact it was veritably unarmed), Lore was gently drifting into Romulan space. He had no idea what he would say when someone contacted him, but... oh, well. He would think something up. He was excellent at improvising and would serve whatever would keep him alive.
Those Romulan bastards though, he knew they would want his design. A Soong-type android was legendarily strong, sturdy. They were made to withstand intense temperatures and pressures and impacts. More than most more atypically hominid looking androids did. If it weren't for his brother's notoriety, in appearance he would probably be mistaken for a tacky pleasure android from Risa.
He didn't know whether that was a good or bad thing. He liked being underestimated.
He slouched, languid and catlike into the captain's chair and slung a leg over an arm, reviewing the contents of some random PADD. Deciding that he didn't care what it said, he idly tossed it over his shoulder.
He'd reactivate the cloaking device at some point. For now, he was hoping someone would tractor the ship in and give him another go at getting a vessel with some real firepower.