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[warpflight]

I hope you really do realize what you're gettin' us both into, missy. And aye, I'm happy to be going where the rest of the crew is-- most of them, anyway... but if you think for a nano that I'm going t'let you drag down the quality of--

[ Wow RUDE Scotty, I can google-fu with the best of them. ]

... that's what I was afraid of.

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[dow]

Mr. Scott. [ Okay, good, ENOUGH NICETIES — ] In the event that we both find ourselves detainees of Keeliai, I will require your expertise along with Mr. Chekov's in generating enough energy to create a subspace fracture through which to launch a distress beacon. Will you be of a mind to assist?

[ Gonna bring the science. If not, he's telling on you to Jim. ]

[warpflight]

Are your antennae ears not givin' you clear reception? Of course I'll be helping to get us out of there!

[dow]

[ Son, just don't. ]

I do not own antennae ears, though if you are experiencing delusions of Andorian heritage in your peers to such a degree I will inform the doctor that you require the appropriate surgery.

[tricorders]

Please tell me you're not expectin' the person that plays you to have your expertise in Engineering. Don't think anyone out there does.

[warpflight]

[ In the grand scheme of things, Scotty does probably give you the least amount of grief, except for maybe Chekov. ]

You know ver' well that I don't like gettin' my medicals any more than the Captain.

[warpflight]

I'm not talking about putting together equations for amplifyin' conduit matrixes, I'm talking about knowin' the difference between a warp coil and a pulse generator!

It's like-- not being able to tell the difference between a fine brandy and a tub of cheap potato mash.

[tricorders]

[ dearest scotty. you are speaking to perhaps the only crew member aboard the enterprise that is not only technology illiterate (save for medical devices in procedures) but also quite fond of cheap potato mash. ]

I'm sure they'll do just fine. Warp coils and pulse generators - is there even an Enterprise where you're goin'?

[asouthron]

Quality? [ Ha! HA HA HA! There is cynical chuffing right here. ]

Don't talk to me about quality. Lives are at stake in Keeliai, and the girl who plays me wouldn't know the meaning of cerebral contusion even if I slapped her right in the head!

[ His is a heavy sigh. ]

Welcome to Tu Shanshu, Mr. Scott.

[warpflight]

No-- not the real one, that is. Apparently there's some kind of hologram there that's been played around with [ voice drops to a mutter ] which I intend t'put a stop to.

My point is that there's something to be said for staying with what people are good at an' this is far, far out of her reach! Like the next quadrant over!

[warpflight]

[ If this is the point where Scotty would hide a large wrench behind his back, having thought about doing the same to his mun. ]

Th' Commander's already drafted me to be helping build a transmitter to get a signal out an' I'm not even there yet.

[tricorders]

Good luck with that, Mr. Scott.

Trust me when I say it, I understand. Y'think the person playin' me is any sort of medical professional? Her knowledge of anatomy and physiology comes from three months of massage therapy school. Not nursin'. Not goin' in to be a doctor. Everything comes from google and charts that may or may not be accurate, and dammit, she's hardly qualified.

But godspeed for her nonetheless. Next quadrant over or not, I'm sure she'll do a fine job.

[asouthron]

[ This probably comes as a REAL SHOCK, but McCoy is not surprised. He laughs, but he's not surprised, and certainly can't blame him. Someone needs to figure this out because he sure as hell can;t. ]

Make hay while the sun's shinin', eh, Mr. Scott? Or, I guess the Vulcan equivalent would be--What? Math equations?

[ BONES IS SO FUNNY GUYS! Guys? ]

And you'll be earnin' every ounce of yer mettle when you get here. This place might as well be set in the Dark Ages what with the technology we have to use...

[warpflight]

[ Mun has since started the actual app, Scotty's hope of getting out of this is fading fast. ]

I don't s'ppose you think a bribe might change her mind?

[warpflight]

[ Scotty grins at Bones' analogy aligned for Vulcan preferences though it quickly fades out again; he's heard about the level of technology -- or lack of -- in his planned destination. ]

Aye, so I've heard. On th' plus side, I won't be responsible for scrubbing dilithium chambers while I'm there.