There was that one you wrote ages ago--was it a crossover with Voltron? Or maybe Mighty Morphin Power Rangers? IDK. Anyway, there was this giant bagpipe-playing space robot, and Scotty controlled its head, it was like his misunderstood scientist's travelling lair. And one day he took someone up there to see it (might have been Kirk? Or Sulu? Or Uhura?) and they thought it was hottest thing ever, and then they done sex in the giant robot's head. I think a lever accidentally knocked by a wayward ankle or elbow may have caused the robot to save a random solar system or two at some point without noticing. Also, I think Scotty may have built the robot in the first place less to save the universe and more to be an ingenious combination brewery and craft beer distribution system. Like an ice cream van, on a celestial scale. Don't ask where the bottles come out, let alone the beer on tap. Although ISTR that someone did ask and you illustrated in full-colour arty glory and they wished they hadn't spoken up. Anyway, is there any
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Oh right! Of course. How could I forget the MMPR fusion??
Jim let out at low whistle as he took it all in, sharp eyes missing nary a detail of the systems and power centers.
Scotty fidgeted. He was unaccountably nervous bringing Jim in here, like having the lad seeing the glowing power cores and smooth alloyed structures that comprised his retreat was somehow akin to appearing naked before him.
Still, Jim was an appreciative audience, so perhaps that mightn't be such a bad thing.
I loved that one you wrote in which Kirk programmed the computer to talk to him with Scotty's voice when he was alone in his quarters. At first I wasn't too sure about the idea, but I knew if anyone could make the execution non-creepy, it would be you. And when Scotty found out ... d'awww. Loved it.
Jim yawned and blinked, trying to resolve the numbers in front of him to some sort of sense.
"Perhaps it's time you called it a night, sir," interrupted the soothing sounds of a Scottish brogue. "The efficiency reports'll keep until tomorrow."
Jim relaxed, as he always did when he heard that voice. "You may have a point, computer," he said with a stretch. He shuffled the--rather intimidating--stack of PADDS to the 'unresolved' side of his desk and stood. "Thank you."
"Indeed, sir," the computer said warmly, which was a handy bit of programming if Jim did say so himself. Which he did. "Perhaps a dram of whisky to help you settle in before you retire?"
Jim grinned. If he ever got up the nerve to confess his little crush to Scotty, and his subsequent forays into borderline creeptastic stalkerhood, he figured his Chief Engineer and his private AI would get along just fine.
Steve knew that Tony loved technology. Even if Tony's achievements in the weapons, robotics and programming fields hadn't been detailed in SHIELD's "Welcome To The Future Briefing", a few minutes conversation with the man was enough to clue Steve in to the fact that Tony Stark was a bit of a technophile.
Tony loved technology, the sky was blue, SHIELD rations kind of sucked--these were facts.
Facts, though, didn't really cover just how much Tony loved technology.
And the request to knock before entering Tony's basement lab should be taken as law instead of a polite suggestion.
Och, a Bonnie favourite of mine, to be sure! (so sorry for the delay, I am fail at keeping up with posts XD)
He prised the wrapping off the box, face still flushed and fighting hard to keep the grin from his face. He'd not known they'd known his birthday. Indeed, he'd been preparing for a bit of a sulk over his finest homebrew and the cold comfort of his technical journals when he'd logged off shift this evening
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Jim let out at low whistle as he took it all in, sharp eyes missing nary a detail of the systems and power centers.
Scotty fidgeted. He was unaccountably nervous bringing Jim in here, like having the lad seeing the glowing power cores and smooth alloyed structures that comprised his retreat was somehow akin to appearing naked before him.
Still, Jim was an appreciative audience, so perhaps that mightn't be such a bad thing.
Ah yes, good times. XD
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WE ARE MAKING PORN EDITS HAPPEN, RIGHT NOW :D
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Jim yawned and blinked, trying to resolve the numbers in front of him to some sort of sense.
"Perhaps it's time you called it a night, sir," interrupted the soothing sounds of a Scottish brogue. "The efficiency reports'll keep until tomorrow."
Jim relaxed, as he always did when he heard that voice. "You may have a point, computer," he said with a stretch. He shuffled the--rather intimidating--stack of PADDS to the 'unresolved' side of his desk and stood. "Thank you."
"Indeed, sir," the computer said warmly, which was a handy bit of programming if Jim did say so himself. Which he did. "Perhaps a dram of whisky to help you settle in before you retire?"
Jim grinned. If he ever got up the nerve to confess his little crush to Scotty, and his subsequent forays into borderline creeptastic stalkerhood, he figured his Chief Engineer and his private AI would get along just fine.
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Steve knew that Tony loved technology. Even if Tony's achievements in the weapons, robotics and programming fields hadn't been detailed in SHIELD's "Welcome To The Future Briefing", a few minutes conversation with the man was enough to clue Steve in to the fact that Tony Stark was a bit of a technophile.
Tony loved technology, the sky was blue, SHIELD rations kind of sucked--these were facts.
Facts, though, didn't really cover just how much Tony loved technology.
And the request to knock before entering Tony's basement lab should be taken as law instead of a polite suggestion.
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He prised the wrapping off the box, face still flushed and fighting hard to keep the grin from his face. He'd not known they'd known his birthday. Indeed, he'd been preparing for a bit of a sulk over his finest homebrew and the cold comfort of his technical journals when he'd logged off shift this evening ( ... )
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