'Meat' 'n Greet

[meatbabies]

The rest of the crew assembled on the Observation Deck to meet the latest editions to their numbers. After the revelation that their worlds are gone, many of them are even more eager to see people they knew from home

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[modelscientist]

A brief visit to weapons and possessions had thankfully returned Mordin to a state of near normalcy. Weapons on hand, omnitool back in its proper place and even his armor, which he wore in lieu of the rather intriguing (if disturbing) plantsuit. He ahd been directed here, to the Obs deck. And so he had come, hopefully to gain some answers to the many questions that were bouncing around his head.

[notlewis]

And answers he would get! In a rather unlikely form, admittedly-- a sketchy-looking man in glasses leaning against the wall a short distance away, smoking a cigarette. One of the new crewmates had a box in their possessions and as soon as Luis smelled the intoxicating nicotine cloud he missed so greatly (and had really, just about quit cold turkey) all it took was some emphatic begging for him to get one loaned to him.

And he was enjoying it. Immensely.

Never one to discriminate against freaky-looking aliens, he sat up and headed over to this one since it looked like nobody had yet. "Hola, amigo, welcome to the meatship," he said pleasantly. "Anything I can help you with?"

[modelscientist]

Mordin raised one hand and waved away some of the smoke. He eyed the human for a moment before replying, deciding to start off with simple things.

"Perhaps. Have been informed that I am here to fight the Ohm. Would be most helpful if you explained this." A pause (barely there, really, but to Mordin it was a pause).

"Also, would like clarification: this is not a Collector vessel? Not Council affiliated or similar, either?"

[notlewis]

Boy, Mordin, you picked some doozies to start with. Luis did try to hold his cigarette away though, since he didn't want to introduce on the wrong foot.

"I'm... afraid I don't know what you mean by Collector and Council and that kind of thing," he admitted, starting off with the one he didn't know.

"And as far as the Ohm go, they are an evil race of beings blowing up the universe and we were rescued through some vague and poorly-defined plan to defeat them... that's the gist of it."

[modelscientist]

Mordin had to smile slightly at Luis' last remark.

"Hm. Seems very similar to last mission I was involved in. Irony." He tapped his fingers together a moment before activating his omnitool, inputting data and notes. An eyebrow ridge does go up, though.

"You are human, correct? But not familiar with Alliance, Council or Collectors. Fascinating. Suggests that you are not from Alliance space. Which is impossible. All humans from Earth. Unless they also evolved elsewhere. No, statistically so unlikely as to be impossible." He'll keep going like this unless you interrupt him, Luis.

[notlewis]

He was starting to catch onto that. "I'm human, yes, but slow down," he interrupted. "I am from 2004, so that might have something to do with it." Space was for Russia, China, America, and eccentric billionaires where he was from.

"Incidentally I'm Dr. Luis Sera, head of the science department on our makeshift little crew," he said.

[modelscientist]

"Doctor Mordin Solus. 2004? Ah yes. Earth dating system based on death of religious figure. You are from significantly far back in the past based on my knowledge of human dating. Odd. Delusional? Maybe. Unless...no. Ship abducts from across multiple times, not merely places. Extremely unlikely, plausible time travel not yet found. Fascinating." He eyed Luis up and down.

"Scientist? Specialty? Forgive rudeness, but likely that my scientific knowledge exceeds yours. Not your fault of course. Hampered by primitive methods found in past."

[notlewis]

Watching Luis' expression change was probably hilarious. He went from neutral to looking very, very cross.

"Whoa, whoa, okay. No on the delusional and no on the primitive," he said, careful with his tone. Good first impressions, good first impressions... "And I am a biologist with an emphasis on microorganisms, parasites and pathogens." He mentally told himself to settle down. He had a point, he wasn't as experienced with all this futuristic garbage as he could be.

But really, you wouldn't go back in time and tell Galileo or Louis Pasteur that he was "hampered by primitive methods."

[modelscientist]

"Excellent. Good choice. Am a biologist myself, geneticist, xenoscientist. Also medical doctor." He's taking all of this in stride pretty well. He hasn't heard about the universe being dead yet, though. Back to business.

"I have been rescued? From what?"

[notlewis]

Immediately put back at ease again, Luis looked satisfied by that response. And the fact he was a geneticist. Recruitment onto Team Science looking good. "Not a medical doctor myself, but I know my way around, let's say," he said with a sly little smile.

He took a drag on his beloved cigarette and shrugged. "Well, the Ohm are making their way around destroying universes, so... presumably, that," he said. "Might be a way to get them back but nobody knows for sure." He was surprisingly mellow about the idea. Being dead tended to do that to you.

[modelscientist]

Mordin blinked, tilted his head to one side.

"Our universes....destroyed?" How anticlimactic it seemed, after all of that work, only to awaken here and find that it had been for nothing. He sucked in a deep breath. His nephew, his sister. His few friends. His home. All of it just gone, in the blink of an eye, before he knew it had happened.

"Unfortunate." He lowered his gaze, looking at the floor for a moment, his voice betraying the barest hints of emotion.

[notlewis]

Luis tried to look sympathetic. "It's not as bleak as it seems," he said, trying to be encouraging. "There's millions of people in the pods you just came out of and we've been told they collected our loved ones too. Someone you know might even be here already."

[modelscientist]

"True. Have already met Shepard, after all..." He mused, tapping his chin.

"And if they are not. Vengeance is suitable motivation."

[notlewis]

"No kidding," Luis agreed.

"So, ah, I'm a liason to the makeshift command crew, so if there's anything you are concerned about or any more burning questions on your mind I can try to help out."

[modelscientist]

"Will be sure to let you know, doctor. Thank you for the welcome, such as it is." Mordin nodded thoughtfully.

"Much to think about."

[domeanthings]

A hologram blipped in, and Tex looked Mordin up and down briefly. "Nice neck...thing," she finally said after a moment. "So we got some more aliens for this pop, huh?"