#moonshadowed // geordi la forge

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well, that complicates things just a little. - Geordi!!!

What was supposed to be a routine mission to a Federation colony in the Alpha Quadrant, turned out to be more perilous than initially anticipated...

Several days ago, the Enterprise had altered its course after Starfleet Command had received the colony's request for assistance in the realignment of their telescope arrays, because a significant tectonic tremor had rearranged multiple mirrors. The task was too laborious for the 50 scientist presently residing on the station, and thus, the Enterprise crew had been dispatched to help facilitate repairs.

Unfortunately, the away team had barely dispersed to commence their allocated assignments when the vicinity was suddenly deluged with figures clad entirely in black armour and equipped with heavy disruptor rifles. Unsurprisingly, the band of infiltrators had installed communication and transport inhibitors, which made appraising the Captain of their dire conditions impossible.

The only advantage to their atrocious predicament was that Geordi and he were not in the centre of the commotion. Within 48 seconds, the mysterious and belligerent interlopers had herded the majority of the away team, and the station's scientists, to an area unoccupied by equipment and utensils that could potentially be transformed into makeshift weapons, and were held at gunpoint. Geordi's muttered utterance evoked a small furrow of the android's brow as he ruminated over his friend's erroneous choice of words. "That complicates things a little"... A little...

'Is that what is called an understatement?' he asked quizzically, his euphonious voice modulated to a whisper — they were perfectly hidden from the assailants, but perhaps it would be prudent not to push their luck. 'Geordi, may I suggest we attempt to contact the Enterprise outside the station's periphery, where a jamming signal might not be interfering with communications?'

Beyond the boundaries of the science vicinity, there was nothing but sand and dunes, which had made this planet the perfect candidate for stargazing... And although a Soong-type android could persevere in the high desert temperatures, he was relatively certain that, without adequate provisions and protection, his human friend would be a liability and would experience significant discomfort should they have to traverse across the wasteland. On the other hand, Data repudiated the notion to leave him behind — as long as Geordi was with him, he could guarantee his physical integrity, he could protect him...

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so much for my theory. - Geordi!!

‘Mhm... But look at it from a positive vantage point, Geordi: now that we have discovered that the additionally accumulated data has nullified your theory, we can rule out that the source of the anomalous readings, as recorded in the diagnostics, will not eventuate in the annihilation of the warp core proceeded by the subsequent and inevitable decimation of the ship and its complement of 4,791 crewmembers and their families,’ Data observed perspicaciously, hazarding a glance to assess his friend’s present disposition.

They had been immersed in this convoluted conundrum for the last 7 hours, 39 minutes, and 16 seconds, and their inability, their ineptitude to comprehend, to ascertain what lay at the very core of this most peculiar malfunction, had bled well into Geordi’s off-duty time, which had commenced exactly 4 hours ago. Cautiously, the android examined him, cognisant of the fact that humans were not all too keen on having to work overtime — some could even become rather cantankerous and irascible.

‘Geordi, since the defect appears to be of a non-lethal kind, might I suggest you delegate this task to resolve the error to someone with sufficient expertise in this discipline?’ he propounded obligingly. ‘Me, for instance. Perhaps I could ask Ensign Crusher to aid me, should I require additional assistance — he may find solving this problem to be beneficial to his officer training.’

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❝  are you sure you’re alright?  ❞ - from Geordi!!

In human criteria, he was not, but contriving a verbal formulation that communicated a statement repudiating his present state of mind would be a deliberate fabrication of falsehood, an act that was in violation with his ethical and moral subroutines... However, if he could avert the pending discussion pertaining to the harrowing events that had preceded this conversation he would, by issuing a sentence situated in the simple future tense to ensure his friend that any mental deviations transpiring in his positronic network would soon be calibrated and reverted to the network’s default settings.

‘I will be alright, Geordi,’ Data replied resolutely, yet the quasi-pertinacious cadences audible in his euphonious voice were intercepted by a nagging inhibition that had been impeding him ever since the connection between Lore’s manipulative carrier wave of emotions and himself had been severed.

Hours later, his positronic brain was immured in the iron manacles of a mnemonic feedback loop; the evocations that haunted him depleted the android of a considerable percentage of his processing capabilities and consequently, trespassed on his aptitude to approach and adequately solve complex and problematic quandaries. Continually, graphic recollections of the egregious experiment he had subjected Geordi to meandered like a maelstrom inside his head, continuously whipping him with — what he inferred could be translated as — the artificial equivalent to human contrition.

‘Are you?’

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@moonshadowed liked for a starter from [ x ]

Quietly, the android observed his friend wrapping up a level 3 diagnostic that had run routine maintenance checks on the systems in main engineering. The procedure had a duration of 7 hours and 28 minutes, of which 7 hours and 25 minutes had already elapsed. The completion of the diagnostic served as an indication that Geordi’s off-duty time had commenced. His had already started 30 minutes ago, but he had opted to keep Geordi company, so they could walk to Ten Forward together.

‘Geordi, are you expecting any anomalies or equally as inconvenient and convoluted phenomena to arise from this diagnostic?’ he enquired inquisitively.

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@moonshadowed​ // alternate universe #4 — Number One

The solar radiation on this planet was pleasant, and generated a constant temperature of 27°C (80.6°F). The current humidity level was 42%. The ideal humidity level in combination with warm temperatures; higher humidity levels would be considered too oppressive and suffocating, according to humanoid lifeforms. The blue skies were clear and a gentle breeze provided the guests with sufficient coolness to prevent them from sustaining hyperthermia. These abnormally perfect weather conditions were modulated by a technically sophisticated weather control system designed by the native inhabitants of the planet.

    Risa was a Federation planet in the binary system and orbited the star Epsilon Ceti B. Data had never visited the planet before, but his friends had, and their stories and experiences had piqued his curiosity profoundly. In his 34 years of service, he had never relished in the perks of requesting shore leave; he had always devoted his life to Starfleet. However, the battle in the Bassen Rift and his near self-destruction had prompted him to reevaluate his life decisions rigorously.

    Besides, Commander — now Captain — Riker had summarised the reasons why he should take his well-deserved shore leave before resuming his duties on the Enterprise-E as Captain Picard’s First Officer. Although there were numerous facets that did not immediately appeal to the android, there was one in particular that was worthy of his attention. Humans appeared to derive great pleasure from these excursions; all the connections that tied them to their personal and work lives would be temporarily severed, which granted them the opportunity to invigorate themselves. Therefore, Data concluded that spending time on Risa might be beneficial to him as well. Not only would it help him to get a better understanding of what humans found so enticing about voluntarily vacating their homes to spend time elsewhere, but his shore leave might also influence him, as an individual, on a sub-positronic level.

    The android had been granted 2 months of shore leave, and he intended to use the time optimally. He had composed an elaborate enumeration of all the activities he wished to undertake during his shore leave, some of which were comprised of his favourite personal leisure activities. 1. Practise Niccolò Paganini’s Caprice no. 24 in A minor on the violin. 2. Paint Risian landscapes, for example, the seaside, the mountains, the starry night sky, the wildlife. 3. Reread Sherlock Holmes and the Hound of the Baskervilles by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. 4. Peruse the British and Irish literature Captain Picard had recommended to him (James Joyce’s Ulysses, William Blake’s Songs of Innocence and Songs of Experience, and Christopher Marlowe’s Doctor Faustus). 5. Play poker with the other tourists. 6. Explore Risa. 7. Stargazing. 8. Entertain Spot.

    This was only a fraction of what he planned to do. However, the best part was the prospect of executing the majority of these activities with Geordi, who would be joining him — and Spot — shortly.

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@moonshadowed asked: SAVIOR : receiver is at the mercy of a threat, and all seems lost, only for sender to suddenly burst in and come to their rescue, bearing weapons and all the protective spirit they can muster, to the relief / confusion / anger of receiver. + Reverse

The stronghold was heavily fortified and well-guarded, almost inordinately so. Sentinels were stationed at every entrance and exit — windows included. Not only the establishment, but also the immediate vicinity was infested with guards. A moderate away mission would therefore have drawn the sentries’ undivided attention instantaneously, hence why Data had volunteered to go on a one-man — or one-android — relief mission to rescue his friend Geordi.

    It was still unclear how Geordi had been abducted, but the android was determined to ascertain the exact coordinates of his whereabouts and retrieve him to the Enterprise. If the android’s efforts resulted in his own incapacitation, so be it, as long as Geordi was safe.

    Within a couple of hours, Data had successfully infiltrated the fortress. He had rendered an individual guarding a console unconscious, and nimbly initiated an override sequence. The abundance of guards must be an attempt at overcompensation, because their security systems were rudimentary and easy to bypass. Expertly, the android analysed all the data and eventually obtained the information he required.

    Like a cloaked Romulan warbird, he manoeuvred past the sentinels and managed to reach Geordi’s prison without inadvertently notifying the enemy of his presence. The door was locked, but he could hear disembodied voices conversing on the other side. There were at least four guards present, maybe five, but he was convinced he would succeed in neutralising all of them. The element of surprise was in his favour; they would never know what hit them until it was too late.

    Forcibly, the Commander breached the door, which collided hard into the wall behind it and came off its hinges by the sheer impact of the collision. Rapidly, he scanned the chamber. A slight miscalculation. Eight people instead of five. Geordi was there, and the circumstances he found himself in looked anything but accommodating.

    Without a moment’s hesitation, Data drew his phaser, which was operating on the maximum stun setting, and neutralised the guards. However, the sound of phaser fire carried, and it was feasible that others would soon try to apprehend them. They had to leave.

    ‘Geordi, we must vacate the vicinity this instant. Are you capable of walking independently, or do you require my assistance?’

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@moonshadowed asked: CONCEAL : both muses have been injured or have fallen ill, though sender keeps their injury / illness secret in favor of taking care of receiver. however, as receiver gets better, sender’s injury / illness worsens from lack of care, and they wind up collapsing, their injury / illness fully revealed. 

Emergency positronic brain preservation program initiated. Positronic matrix. Undamaged. Left auditory sensor. Inoperative. Memory engram. Compromised. Left facial myomer muscle. Damaged. Primary speech processor operating at 70%. Level 1 diagnostic of central power unit is required. Rebooting all primary and secondary systems... 15%... 37%... 52%... 74%... 100%... Reboot of primary and secondary systems complete. Initiating primary ethical and moral subroutines. Self-preservation mode. Acti—Disabled. Level 1 diagnostic is advisable...

    The android’s synthetic irises dilated temporarily until his systems located the correct setting that corresponded with the amount of luminosity around him. Within 6.32 seconds, his optical components were capable of rendering the outlines of his environment. He was lying on his back. The tactile feedback he received indicated that someone was working on his exposed circuitry on the left side of his head, isolating the power fluctuations in his neural and positronic nets.

    ‘Geordi...’ His voice sounded metallic.

    A Federation science outpost near the Neutral Zone was under attack. The Enterprise had responded to their distress signal and was attempting to fight off the unidentified vessels. In the meantime, away teams had transported down to the surface to help protect the outpost. Unfortunately, one of the consoles had sustained a significant power surge, which had started a chain reaction of explosions, incapacitating several members of the away team. A sea of fire was blazing around them while he registered the sound of fire extinguishers being emptied on the flames, and dampened orders resonating from unspecified directions.

    ‘Geordi, are you undamaged? We must evacuate the scientists. Our chance of survival is 34% and dropping.’

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@moonshadowed​ asked: 🎨 for your muse to paint with mine

It would take at least 12 hours before the painting would reach its final state of completion. In his attempt to become more human, Data had selected this form of creativity, among others, which he practised extensively; he currently possessed a collection of 104 paintings and 79 drawings, all inspired by different artists and art styles.

    Presently, the Commander was attempting to emulate a technique that was applied to many paintings emanating from the 19th century. Impressionism was a style of painting characterised by relatively small, visible brushstrokes that offered the bare impression of form, unblended colour, and emphasised the accurate depiction of natural light. He had been fascinated by the works of Van Gogh for a considerable time now, but had not yet had the opportunity to experiment with it.

    Data had asked Geordi to accompany him to the holodeck where he ran a program that was capable of approximating a diverse assortment of the landscapes and scenes preferred by impressionists. The first holo-landscape emulated the British countryside; they were seated in an undulating meadow, amid a flock of domesticated ruminant mammals with a thick woolly coat.

    ‘Are you making any progress, Geordi?’ he asked curiously, only averting his eyes from the canvas to observe the holographic sheep that were sauntering around them.

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@moonshadowed asked: believe it or not, that’s a good sign. a beginning.

Confused, the android diverted his attention from the console to Geordi, a pensive expression framed his synthetic features.

    ‘Do you believe so?’

    Data was still not fully convinced his latest asset, which would help develop another area of his humanity, derived joy from being in close proximity of an emotionless machine. He had researched that animals could establish emotional connections with humans in a variety of ways. But for the last two and a half weeks, Spot had secluded herself and was not interested in interacting with him — all she did was hide and ignore his many attempts to bond.

    However, this morning, at 0700 hours, when he had been performing a standard self-diagnostics, she had suddenly walked up to him and bumped her head against his shin. Initially, the android thought it had been a mobility error, but when she repeated this peculiar behavioural pattern, it had him contemplating whether his first conjecture was valid or not.

    ‘According to the files pertaining to feline behaviour, they rub their head against prominent objects to leave chemical markings as a part of scent communication. Depending on the object, they may be claiming ownership or indicating pleasure. However, I have reason to believe that neither were applicable to Spot at that exact moment; she still avoids interacting with me,’ he said, shaking his head lightly while furrowing his eyebrows in thought. ‘There are still many things I fail to comprehend; owning a domesticated feline is much more complicated than I had imagined it would be... Geordi, did you ever own a pet?’

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@moonshadowed​​ asked: “   my  visor  is  broken  …   ”

5 hours, 12 minutes, and 43 seconds ago, the Enterprise had received a distress call from X-793, an M class planet in the Alpha Quadrant, which had recently become the home world of 539 Federation colonists. One of the colonists had requested their assistance finding and securing the safety of 6 children, who had wandered off into the caverns near their settlement. The cave itself consisted of a vast underground labyrinth of tunnels dug by a life form native to the planet, but speculated to have gone extinct centuries before the colonists’ arrival.

    The colonists were unable to find the children themselves, for they did not possess the equipment that was required for a rescue mission of such a scale. Therefore, an away team had been transported down to the planet to help the settlers.

    For 5 hours, the operation went according to plan, until it did not; several Starfleet officers were scanning the tunnels for any residue the children had left behind, hoping to track them down that way. His friend, Geordi, was among them; his visor could provide additional data, which their tricorders might not have registered. When Geordi stated that his visor had suffered considerable damage, Data instantaneously ceased his own errands. It was probable that their presence had compromised the internal integrity of the caves...

    ‘Data to Enterprise, can you get a lock on Commander La Forge?’

    ‘Negative, Commander. There’s too much kelbonite interference in those tunnels. I cannot get a lock,’ Chief O’Brien responded.

    ‘Acknowledged. Geordi, do not move, I am on my way,’ Data announced, as he retrieved his tricorder to the holster attached to his belt, before rushing back to the entrance of the cave.