#trblshot

P2 , P3 is literally just so much of her rekindling her family relationship, that I probably speed it up a little . I miss her man right with her HELL.😂😛

Oh and this is Connie for anyone wondering how these character looks .

Constance Rivera

Onyankapon Dawson

Thalia Rivera

Susuro knows full well that traversing space is not really the kind of thing where one can always anticipate what's going to happen, but that said: nowhere in his mind would he have predicted a shuttle crash landing near the destination of his personal errand on this planet.

Luckily he rarely went anywhere without a tricorder and some kind of medical kit.

Unluckily, anyone who might still be alive inside has not been receptive to his inspection.

And it's hot amidst the flames; his tail is fully fanned out as he searches further for survivors in need of help, as well as for some kind of fire extinguisher.

He pokes his head into a room, trying to stifle his coughs.

"Hello?! Are you alright? Everyone really should be evacu--" He's cut off as someone clocks him upside the head with some kind of baton and shuts the door in his face.

"Oww..."

He really doesn't like the thought of just giving up. But man... he's really not able to get through.

He's rubbing at his head and bruised left espix when he hears a familiar voice calling him.

[cont]

Androids. Why was it always the androids? An Ash and a David, Data's evil twin Lore, Roy Batty if one counted bionoid replicants, the Cylon Empire, Terminator-- "--And LIVE. I'd like to be free from these various plagues inflicted upon me by my employers, their enemies, et al. Accumulating as many credits as I can, and not dying." The stipulation uttered, Nero ceased his cautious posturing and tried to relax back into an upright, official position. Of course, one of these plagues involved Angela's workplace. Somehow.

"Boring—" The AI's eyebrows shift in what appears to be an expression of disappointment. She would have to add this to her calculations of 'how much suffering will a human endure before begging for death'.

"Very well then, mister Nero." She responds. "Please hold still while I reapply the cognition filter. Many humans do not respond well with it off."

A flicker and suddenly the room itself appears brighter, the walls cleaner with no more traces of blood waiting to be cleaned, and oddly enough everything - people included - appeared much more... cartoonish?

"Thank you for your patience. It will be my duty as the manager's assistant to aid you in your work. If you would enlighten me to your skillset I can ensure you are in and out before the end of the week."

Her eyes remain closed as she turns towards the digital calendar flickering on the desk. The new manager had yet to arrive, meaning the 50 day countdown had not yet begun. Perfect. She did not want to introduce another variable into this equation.

🧠 "The overarching narrative..." For a moment, it seems like Krang wants to say more, but decides to focus on the movie, to see where that 'overarching narrative' goes.

It would soon appear that neighbor harbored an insufferable amount of sentimentality towards those poisoned petunias. So the intend truly was to cause more suffering, at least if you were to ask Krang.

"Humans truly are dimwitted creatures to let something so inconsequential hurt their feeble feelings!" (Yes, the irony of that string of outspoken thoughts is, of course, completely lost on him). "It is of no surprise to me that in certain alternate universes, humans are completely erased from existence. I mean, it's still shockingly few. For all their faults, humans are quite persistent and STUBBORN."

Krang reaches for the limonade and takes quite a slurp. Talking makes him thirsty, especially talking in human-words.

"Oh c'mon, I was just asking," Antares pouted. He was not buying that denial so easily, he'd seen the guy on the dancefloor.

"Maybe I just wanna know about my new coworkers? Is that so wrong?" He scrunched the flier halfway tucked into a pocket further in a manner that was very deliberately conspicuous.

"Right. I can put none of that in my report."

Except maybe the jello thing, minus the organic lifeform inspection—did everyone stationed here talk like that? Thematic phrasing to go along with this otherworldly feel this base was aiming for. It's charming if not oddly so, but the smile that arises from this conclusion droops with the mentioning of any kind of explosive device.

"On-field? Seriously??" testing was regulated to areas designated far off from life, never too immediate to the homebase; it's a huge safety issue, and Ashley makes a mental note to jot this down... but she's always kinda' hated the guys that did that, write something down as you're speaking, analyzing every minute word, so: later it is. "Pleaaase tell me they, at least, gave you, uh, guys sufficient hearing protection."

It's unlikely. It's a wonder this place hasn't been sued to the ground, but maybe that's why her Dad put her to the task: not quite dangerous, not quite not dangerous, and she's given some sense of responsibility that doesn't trigger fight or flight.

"Ashley Graham," she sticks out a hand, letting the offer hang, "And I'm, uh, very... sorry, I think mainly, for the conditions you've been working under, Mister Dakkar. And your coworkers. And whoever was in charge of the landmines in... what room was that, again?" fingers crossed he's just terribly sarcastic and she, the queen of it, somehow missed what he was tossing. "Seriously, how bad is the environment here...? And why haven't you quit?"

Ashley, other hand still out and about, leans in with her other hand cupped.

"Sorry, I don't mean to sound like, really accusatory or anything. A lot of people have packed up and left, so I'm trying to find out the why, and that's not proving too difficult as of this moment. Trust me, if you do want to, quit I mean, this is the perfect time."

🐸 — That's a problem indeed. The shuttle is steered by two colleagues that were about to enter the Hooyup but needed help due to a defunct docking module. They also have a container with rare frogs with them that the researchers recovered from Bajor.

"Computer, deactivate the tractor beam." It's pointless if it doesn't work anyway.