Post by Brainiac Five on Oct 4, 2012 22:26:14 GMT -5
((Okie dokie guys, because Querl is a kid who has a lot of feelings, he obviously has some sort of log. Where he vents about stupid things, recounts his view on situations, blabs about his super duper seeeecrets, etc. etc. Every entry is recorded on this specific holo (because lets face it, it's Querl, he could easily make a holo have terabytes and terabytes of memory.) which is hidden in the locked drawer of his desk. NOBODY knows what's in it besides him IC, unless there is a specific RP instance where they somehow manage to find it and decrypt it. Mkay? Thank you for your attention!))
"Ahem.... Well.... I suppose that since I happen to be on Earth now, I should go by Earth standards of time. Date: October Second, Three Thousand and Twelve. Amount of days with the Legion: Five"
"Reminder that in a month, I will have to replace static interceptor- The camera and microphone in the ceiling recording my every action was quite an unwelcome find. Foreign, unauthorized transmitting signals will be unable to work in this room, as of now. Hn... You thought you could fool a Brainiac, couldn't you, 'Legion'? Hmph. I suppose I am feared for good reason, though..."
"Ah. This hololog will serve to bide my time, while I find myself unable to sleep. A suggestion given to me by a certain Tinya Wazzo. She had dictated such an action would help 'Clear my mind and help organize my thoughts'. Not that I will ever let her know I took her advice, I presume. I don't even know if this will facilitate such an action. All our memories on Colu were put into our sleepnet log-vaults, having been immediately uploaded upon nightly entry. Now... I have nothing but a spare few holos to record my thoughts. I've already designated one for newer laboratory data, one for the inevitable mission data I will have to compile, and of course, this. Perhaps it will be helpful, though again, I am skeptical."
"Well, if I am to record my stories about the Legion, I suppose I might as well start at the beginning, while the events are still fresh in my mind, correct?"
"I suppose it all began, the second an actual coluan walked into my lab, handing me a holo. I was extremely confused, and quite wary, but I accepted it, frowning at the figure that popped up. It was an earthling avatar, resembling the U.P. president. Babbling about some 'great honor' and a 'Legion of Heroes'. I wish I had paid more attention, instead of turning off the holo, and leaving it on my desk, along with all the other pages I had received, and were going to delete, and use as data-logs."
"Alas, I was lucky to be able to retrieve it again. You see, that holo had been about to tell me about my status as a drafted legionnaire. How honored I should be to have been 'chosen'. Bah. I knew even then, that there was no real 'honor' to be received. Not then, not now, and nowhere in the near future..."
"Ahem. That is, I wasn't aware that this was a forced draft. You see, one of my robotic labtechs suddenly went into hysterics- Rushing out of my laboratory area, grabbing my single bag, and stuffing random objects into it. A program that had been put in my the coluan elders, I presume. Having used the coluan groupmind to calculate a feasible way to alter one of MY labtechs. Hmph. Euh... Well, that was a sign enough, for me to grab as many data holos as I could- Rushing into one of the few non-monitored sections of my quarters- pocketing them, putting them in the soles of my boots, just.... Anywhere they would fit on my person. If I was being forced off-planet, of course the coluans were going to appropriate my data. Wipe my name from it, and say that it was created by the groupmind. I'd read about them doing such a thing several times in the restricted history files. (They weren't so hard to untraceably hack.) The... The last time such an event had occurred, was the stealing of data from my mother, if the files are correct..."
"I wasn't about to lose what was literally all of my life's work, anyways. Even if I was only able to save a few of my 'top-secret projects'. Of course it hadn't been very long, until some organics burst into my lab, quickly ushering me out, without even the time for a farewell to my labtechs..."
"Eugh. Transportation is disgusting. At least, from my experience. Once in the transportation cruiser terminal, I was promptly abandoned by my 'escorts', only to be pushed along by some others. Telling me where to go, and not letting me out of their sight. Though, I did manage to get into a lavatory, where I was able to place my holos in my bag, relieving myself of a good lot of discomfort. Anyways, security was a simple genome scan for identification, then the completely redundant weapons search procedures, and... Augh, what a nightmare. How can people get excited for travel when all that is ahead of them? That wasn't even the cruiser itself, as well."
"Oh no. The transport cruiser was much, much worse. The seats were stiff and uncomfortable bench-like structures, with very little space to move. People were everywhere, talking, and chattering, and brushing past each other... It was horrible. The lines for Earth Customs were much, much worse. Even though genomic scans went by quickly, their questions were irrelevant, and only caused traffic."
"Finding my 'driver' for transportation to the 'Legion Headquarters' was much easier, I must say. The second I came into view, the driver, who I presume was Alephian, was quick to grab my attention, calling out my name quite a few times. Which... Didn't earn me the best looks from others around me, given my title, and my appearance giving away my relations to him...."
"Perhaps I should have said something during that ride. The girl looked as if she wanted to talk, or be chatty, but I couldn't do it. I didn't know what to say, in the first place. The lull of sleep was much more enticing. I went with the more favorable option, in my opinion. I don't find myself caring if it helped with the time change or not- The blackness, devoid of the chatter of the sleepnet, ended as soon as it started. The alephian prodding me awake, in front of this building."
"She held out her hand expectantly when I stepped out of the vehicle. She seemed disappointed when I shook her hand, and walked away in silence. Is that a cultural thing? I will research the quandary when I find time."
"Regardless, there isn't much to say, after my arrival. I was assigned quarters by a human in a white suit. I haven't done much but leave my bag in here, and sleep in the bed. It almost looks uninhabited."
"I took my holos to the laboratory, where they are stored in my personal, locked data storage. I spent the rest of my time in the laboratory, after that. Experimenting with acids, and metallurgy. I have theories about a new alloy, after all."
"The night was harder to endure. Sleep without the sleepnet.... Is it sleep? I can't do much. My mind is blank, and alone. Left to itself to organize what data I learned that day, and store it away in my mind only. It's so quiet. I almost miss having the groupmind calculator, though. That was useful, when I was tired. I also can't say that disconnection from the sleepnet hasn't affected my sleeping habits... I've found myself waking constantly. Sometimes in cold sweat. Sometimes burning and dry. These 'blankets', and this spongy 'bed' are arguably more comfortable than my sleepnet pod... But I wonder if they contain irritants. Solve query at a later time."
"I met some other 'Legionnaires' as well. They all seem to be... Dull. They're actually excited about being here. They perceive it as a kids club. A sort of honorable one. It's worrisome, to me. I wonder how they will react to the first, inevitable major injury. Or crippling, or mental breakdown, or death..."
"Tinya Wazzo, who gave herself the title 'Phantom Girl', interests me. She claims to be from an alternate dimension, from a planet called Bgztl, which parallells Earth. It's.... Possible, actually. But I am still skeptical. Not to mention slightly suspicious- She seems almost too jovial. Her powers can be utilized for obtaining physical classified information. She seems to be able to disrupt electrical circuits as well. She also... Doesn't seem to fear me one bit, as everyone else seems to. Perhaps that is due to her dimension not having a Brainiac, but... Surely she has heard stories, right? Why doesn't she mind? It's so odd."
"....I think that's everything very notable. I believe tomorrow, I will attempt to wake early, eat before everyone, and stay in the laboratory for the rest of the day."
"Truce."
"Ahem.... Well.... I suppose that since I happen to be on Earth now, I should go by Earth standards of time. Date: October Second, Three Thousand and Twelve. Amount of days with the Legion: Five"
"Reminder that in a month, I will have to replace static interceptor- The camera and microphone in the ceiling recording my every action was quite an unwelcome find. Foreign, unauthorized transmitting signals will be unable to work in this room, as of now. Hn... You thought you could fool a Brainiac, couldn't you, 'Legion'? Hmph. I suppose I am feared for good reason, though..."
"Ah. This hololog will serve to bide my time, while I find myself unable to sleep. A suggestion given to me by a certain Tinya Wazzo. She had dictated such an action would help 'Clear my mind and help organize my thoughts'. Not that I will ever let her know I took her advice, I presume. I don't even know if this will facilitate such an action. All our memories on Colu were put into our sleepnet log-vaults, having been immediately uploaded upon nightly entry. Now... I have nothing but a spare few holos to record my thoughts. I've already designated one for newer laboratory data, one for the inevitable mission data I will have to compile, and of course, this. Perhaps it will be helpful, though again, I am skeptical."
"Well, if I am to record my stories about the Legion, I suppose I might as well start at the beginning, while the events are still fresh in my mind, correct?"
"I suppose it all began, the second an actual coluan walked into my lab, handing me a holo. I was extremely confused, and quite wary, but I accepted it, frowning at the figure that popped up. It was an earthling avatar, resembling the U.P. president. Babbling about some 'great honor' and a 'Legion of Heroes'. I wish I had paid more attention, instead of turning off the holo, and leaving it on my desk, along with all the other pages I had received, and were going to delete, and use as data-logs."
"Alas, I was lucky to be able to retrieve it again. You see, that holo had been about to tell me about my status as a drafted legionnaire. How honored I should be to have been 'chosen'. Bah. I knew even then, that there was no real 'honor' to be received. Not then, not now, and nowhere in the near future..."
"Ahem. That is, I wasn't aware that this was a forced draft. You see, one of my robotic labtechs suddenly went into hysterics- Rushing out of my laboratory area, grabbing my single bag, and stuffing random objects into it. A program that had been put in my the coluan elders, I presume. Having used the coluan groupmind to calculate a feasible way to alter one of MY labtechs. Hmph. Euh... Well, that was a sign enough, for me to grab as many data holos as I could- Rushing into one of the few non-monitored sections of my quarters- pocketing them, putting them in the soles of my boots, just.... Anywhere they would fit on my person. If I was being forced off-planet, of course the coluans were going to appropriate my data. Wipe my name from it, and say that it was created by the groupmind. I'd read about them doing such a thing several times in the restricted history files. (They weren't so hard to untraceably hack.) The... The last time such an event had occurred, was the stealing of data from my mother, if the files are correct..."
"I wasn't about to lose what was literally all of my life's work, anyways. Even if I was only able to save a few of my 'top-secret projects'. Of course it hadn't been very long, until some organics burst into my lab, quickly ushering me out, without even the time for a farewell to my labtechs..."
"Eugh. Transportation is disgusting. At least, from my experience. Once in the transportation cruiser terminal, I was promptly abandoned by my 'escorts', only to be pushed along by some others. Telling me where to go, and not letting me out of their sight. Though, I did manage to get into a lavatory, where I was able to place my holos in my bag, relieving myself of a good lot of discomfort. Anyways, security was a simple genome scan for identification, then the completely redundant weapons search procedures, and... Augh, what a nightmare. How can people get excited for travel when all that is ahead of them? That wasn't even the cruiser itself, as well."
"Oh no. The transport cruiser was much, much worse. The seats were stiff and uncomfortable bench-like structures, with very little space to move. People were everywhere, talking, and chattering, and brushing past each other... It was horrible. The lines for Earth Customs were much, much worse. Even though genomic scans went by quickly, their questions were irrelevant, and only caused traffic."
"Finding my 'driver' for transportation to the 'Legion Headquarters' was much easier, I must say. The second I came into view, the driver, who I presume was Alephian, was quick to grab my attention, calling out my name quite a few times. Which... Didn't earn me the best looks from others around me, given my title, and my appearance giving away my relations to him...."
"Perhaps I should have said something during that ride. The girl looked as if she wanted to talk, or be chatty, but I couldn't do it. I didn't know what to say, in the first place. The lull of sleep was much more enticing. I went with the more favorable option, in my opinion. I don't find myself caring if it helped with the time change or not- The blackness, devoid of the chatter of the sleepnet, ended as soon as it started. The alephian prodding me awake, in front of this building."
"She held out her hand expectantly when I stepped out of the vehicle. She seemed disappointed when I shook her hand, and walked away in silence. Is that a cultural thing? I will research the quandary when I find time."
"Regardless, there isn't much to say, after my arrival. I was assigned quarters by a human in a white suit. I haven't done much but leave my bag in here, and sleep in the bed. It almost looks uninhabited."
"I took my holos to the laboratory, where they are stored in my personal, locked data storage. I spent the rest of my time in the laboratory, after that. Experimenting with acids, and metallurgy. I have theories about a new alloy, after all."
"The night was harder to endure. Sleep without the sleepnet.... Is it sleep? I can't do much. My mind is blank, and alone. Left to itself to organize what data I learned that day, and store it away in my mind only. It's so quiet. I almost miss having the groupmind calculator, though. That was useful, when I was tired. I also can't say that disconnection from the sleepnet hasn't affected my sleeping habits... I've found myself waking constantly. Sometimes in cold sweat. Sometimes burning and dry. These 'blankets', and this spongy 'bed' are arguably more comfortable than my sleepnet pod... But I wonder if they contain irritants. Solve query at a later time."
"I met some other 'Legionnaires' as well. They all seem to be... Dull. They're actually excited about being here. They perceive it as a kids club. A sort of honorable one. It's worrisome, to me. I wonder how they will react to the first, inevitable major injury. Or crippling, or mental breakdown, or death..."
"Tinya Wazzo, who gave herself the title 'Phantom Girl', interests me. She claims to be from an alternate dimension, from a planet called Bgztl, which parallells Earth. It's.... Possible, actually. But I am still skeptical. Not to mention slightly suspicious- She seems almost too jovial. Her powers can be utilized for obtaining physical classified information. She seems to be able to disrupt electrical circuits as well. She also... Doesn't seem to fear me one bit, as everyone else seems to. Perhaps that is due to her dimension not having a Brainiac, but... Surely she has heard stories, right? Why doesn't she mind? It's so odd."
"....I think that's everything very notable. I believe tomorrow, I will attempt to wake early, eat before everyone, and stay in the laboratory for the rest of the day."
"Truce."
