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[forcemageure]

Who: SS Blue Fish and PERHAPS YOU?
Broadcast: It ... could happen.
Action: SS Blue Fish!
When: Post-Shuffle

[ The Blue Fish has unlocked achievement: Ironically, a Pilot! Ironically, considering it's probably still a bit dinged and dented from the recent attack, when they ...didn't have one.

But no matter! The point is mingling, and also painting. This has nothing to do with anyone calling the ship's interior boring, naturally, that is total coincidence. The cats will be helping by walking through spilled paint at every opportunity, rolling around in said spilled paint at also every opportunity, and biting Achilles' tendons.

Sally forth, friends, Blue Fishians, country...men...spaceians?? Mingle 'til you just can't mingle no mo'. Or. Something. ]

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[dancingmd]

[Okay, the inquiring scientist side of her has to know.]

I am just trying to understand how this all works, but I didn't... if it's inappropriate to ask, I won't.

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[save_the_souls]

[It's okay. He much rather talk about the scientific side of it than you know, his feelings. Eff feelings]

It's fine. Apparently....it works by some sort of genetic condition. A mutation in one of the chromosomes that takes over the transcription process of RNA and that alters the code for something more...suitable for a Noah.

...I'm afraid, I don't know much more than that. It took years before that much was figured out.

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[dancingmd]

[She frowns thoughtfully. As she suspected, this is something much more scientific than demonic. Not that it lessens the physical and emotional impact on Allen, and she doesn't doubt what Allen has said about the creature's malevolence. But it gives her mind something concrete to focus on, instead of letting herself worry uselessly about her crewmate.]

I've been thinking... Ino pointed out the other day when we were in the Virtual Reality Dome that it might be possible for me to recreate some of the medical technology from my world for us to use here. Some equipment would be more difficult than others, and some things would be probably impossible, but I might, with some help from Sokka and other engineers, be able to build a scanning device that we use every day called a tricorder. Without access to a Starfleet database, it wouldn't be able to be as comprehensive or as efficient as the ones at home, but if I could get one built, would you be interested in using it to try to find out more about the Noah? If you're not, that's perfectly alright, I just know if it were me, I would want to learn everything I could.

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[save_the_souls]

A tricorder...? You mean, it can run more tests than we're capable of right now?

[He considers the idea. The word is unfamiliar, but scanning is something that he knows about]

I'd...like to know all I can. The more I know, the better chance I have of fighting it.

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[dancingmd]

[She nods.]

Tricorders can scan on a molecular level, and, perhaps more importantly, they run diagnostics as they scan.

[A pause.]

Of course, I can't guarantee that we'll be able to recreate one fully or that we'll find anything but... I want to at least try to help you.

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[save_the_souls]

[He smiles]

It sounds simple enough...I mean, using the tricorder, not the obtaining it. I wouldn't mind giving it a try.

Thank you, Dr. Crusher.

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[dancingmd]

Of course. It's my job to help.

[It's obviously more than that, but they've probably had enough sharing of personal feelings for one day, right?]

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[save_the_souls]

[He gives a little nod]

I know, but I'm still grateful for the aid.

[But he'll leave it at that. Because yeah, personal feelings have had their feel again]

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[dancingmd]

Yes, good well... I'll head out then.

[She turns to climb up the ladder.]

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[save_the_souls]

Ah- right.

I'll see you later, Dr. Crusher. Thank you for coming by.