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Who: Gemini & Open to the Bishop crew.
Broadcast: Nope
Action: S.S Bishop
When: Tuesday Evening

[It's now been well over a week since the Bishop's new security officer arrived in the usual burst of music and confetti...and stalked off without a word to anyone. Since then nobody will have seen so much as a peep of her; the office marked 'Gemini de Mille' remains completely untouched, the bed in her room obviously not slept in and the clothing locker unopened. Perhaps some of them might have heard sounds coming from the depths of the ship, tapping noises, faint slithery sounds emanating from the air ducts late at night, but that's the only hint of her continuing presence. However, even though the crew haven't seen her, Gemini has been watching them, listening in on conversations, intruding into private quarters, seeking to learn as much about her 'crewmates' as possible.

In fact there isn't a nook or cranny of the ship that she hasn't thoroughly explored, slipping behind walls, squeezing under the sparse furniture, oozing around the ship's wiring to see what leads where. Lately she's been exploring the plumbing system and discovered the ship's hot-water tank, and isn't that just heavenly? But she can't float around shapelessly in the tank forever, although the stubborn part of her likes to think she could, she's getting very bored very quickly. Eventually she'll have to talk to someone, and now seems as good a time as any.

The shower locker room is seemingly empty, but Gemini is there, blending seamlessly in, waiting impatiently for someone to come along, although she's unsure of what exactly she'll say...or even who she'll say it as.]

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[Huh. That was new. Still not the strangest thing he's ever seen (without even going into all that time in the evil magical castle) but still. Pretty unique. For his part, he doesn't seem all that surprised, offering a small smile and a little shrug. ]

Eh, this place isn't so bad. I mean, almost nothing ever tries to kill or physiologically torture us every month so I'm good.

You're the new cremate, right?

[Her eyes narrow a bit at the mention of psychological torture, wondering despite the pony's assurance whether that's something she'll have to look forward to.]
Don't ponies...I'm assuming you are one, prefer meadows to being locked up in a tin-can?

Yes, and you're Cheese Sandwich [Is her simple answer, making no move to give him her own name, a slight sneer in her voice as she speaks his name.]

Maybe ponies from earth. But we Equestrians aren't like that. We're at home in all kinds of places.

[The smile fades a little, turning a touch more disgruntled. People mistaking him for what is an animal in most worlds is always something of a chip of his shoulder. ]

The one and only. And you're Gemini, right? Your name was on the ship's roster.

Don't your hooves wear down on the deckplates?

[The question was distinctly snide in tone as she pushes off the wall to wander towards Cheese, circling him assessingly, much as a hunter would its prey.]

That's me. Apparently I'm supposed to be the Security Officer.

Eh, sometimes. I got used to it, though.

[He eyes her carefully, but the smile remains. ]

Really? That's neat! So if we ever get attacked again, you'll have our backs, huh?

We all have to adapt I suppose.

[That's the closest she's getting to sympathy. His question immediately grabs her attention and she circles closer, looking curious zeroing in on what grabbed her attention.]

The ship's been attacked before?

We sure do, and it's really not all that bad. Though being on a planet is way better.

[He nods. It's a story he's used to retelling, and if she's in charge of keeping the ship safe, it's only right she should know.]

Yeah. Twice, though I was only around for the first one. There were these other ships that attacked about a year ago. Never responded to hails, nothing. Just attacked. The last time, they knock us all into a nebula, where we lost power for a while. Then they just flew off again.

Did they try to board? [[If they try that again she'll give whoever they are the fight of their doomed lives.]

This tub has shields right? Couldn't you fight them off? [The Augment's already told her all about the ship's weapons, what she wantys to know is what their chances are.]

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Nope. They just left. We never even saw who was piloting them.

[He frowned, shaking his head. ]

The shields are only here when we have an engineer on board- luckily, we did at the time, the others ships...some of them weren't so lucky. Just like weapons, we only have those because you're here. Without a security officer, bye bye weapons.

[That's troubling, she's much less confident about foes she can't close with to fight. She doesn't fancy having the ship destroyed, the others might die instantly, she would not be nearly so lucky.]

I see, that makes sense I suppose. I guess I should practice with the weapons then in case they return, you're the pilot aren't you. [It's not a question because she's been watching you at work Cheese.] Any asteroids around here we can test them on?

[No one wants to float through space forever. ]

That's probably a good idea. And...well, yeah sure, I guess I can fly the ship that direction, if you wanna give it a whirl.

[It'll be the first chance she's had to destroy something since she got here, which should relieve some of her built-up frustration.]

Let me know when and I'll be on the bridge.

Okay, we can do that. It'll probably help to get the hang of things anyhow.

Alright then.

[She smiles darkly and then turns towards the showers, her costume shifting into a fluffy white bathrobe. It's Jacuzzi time now apparently.]