2020-02-26 - Deconstruction

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Deconstruction

Summary: Yoiko Hax, not to be confused with Yoiko Hibiki, picks the wrong day to start drilling into the side of the remains of Twisted. Lots of exposition as another rarely seen character reemerges.



Who: Liyara, Yoiko Hax
When: February 26th, 2020
Where: Mabase Scrapyard


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Mabase Scrapyard(#5650R)

Connected along the southern side of the Plowse Bridge is a shoddy elevator which descends to a drifting chunk of Twisted far lower than the rest of Mabase City. From here one can see the exposed rock trailing off like stalactites into the darkness. Because it isn't level enough there's no humoring the idea of a proper sky here, artificial or otherwise. To give illumination dozens of bright lamps have been arranged to light what has become Mabase's Scrapyard. Here the unrestored and forgotten random chunks of buildings, vehicles, or whatever have been unceremoniously dumped. For the most part things are pretty organized with cars in one pile, building pieces in another, chunks of city streets piled like a wall along the jagged edges of the scrapyard, but mostly things are still in disarray. Currently no one works here full time and the organization is mostly due to necessity as people have plundered bits and pieces

The previously mention elevator comes to a halt just outside the remains of an old service station which has been repurposed as small workshop. Luckily the building already had a two bay garage making it easier to drag machinery inside to work on it. There are two automotive lifts inside the bays with toolboxes shoved full of whatever tools could be found. Once the lifts stop working that's it, so hopefully there's a mechanic around that might know how to fix them. The awful squeal makes it seem like it won't be long.


The high-pitched sound of a phaser firing at rock is a strange noise when you don't realize it's source. Almost a loud whistle that reverberates like it's coming through an electronic amplifier. As such it's difficult to ignore, especially in a long series of bursts coming from the rear end of the scrapyard and likely loud enough to be heard from anywhere near the western edge of Mabase. It's down there that Yoiko Hax, not really seen much in the past few months, is phasering away at the side of the rock that was once Twisted - specifically about a mile beneath the trees behind the Kohoku Academy Dorms. Wrapped around her head are a pair of welding goggles to block out the bright blue light coming from her hand-held device. This has been going on for the better part of the past half hour and she's making considerable progress... What she's progressing towards is a whole different story.


Traumatic personal events are nothing new in Liyara's life. The woman has been around for many years, and she has seen many things that would drive people quite crazy. But even so, it isn't every day someone destroys the universe while you're standing in it. That's like, once a decade, tops.

So after sharing the news of her little encounter with some others, Liyara has been wandering the streets deep in thought. Of course, she doesn't have a real problem shutting down her spells. There's no point in trying to save everyone if you get them all killed. She's already memorized most of the connections and charted out likely paths to get at least some of the refugees home, anyway.

It's not the consequences of halting her spells that bother her, it's the sheer audacity of treating her like some normal spellcaster. Who can be bullied, cajoled, or reasoned with. She's a fucking dragon, damnit. She's the one who makes the rules. Understandably, this headspace leaves Liyara pretty grumpy. So when she hears the sound of phaser fire, foreign to her as she hasn't gotten any Trek under her belt, the dragon lady gives a low grumble. It's not like a regular person muttering, so much as it is like a small earthquake that's localized. She wanders irritably towards the source of the sound, expecting another fresh round of nonsense that she has to sort out.

When did she adopt responsibility for sorting out Twisted? A stupid question with a stupid answer. She can deal with it later. For now, she simply walks. It takes her a while, and the fact that the noise has been going on for almost a half an hour when she arrives only leaves her grumpier. She looks towards the source of the sound as she arrives on scene, taking in the sight for a few moments before speaking up in between phaser whines.

"...Nice toy."


The statement doesn't get a reaction at first. In fact it takes a few more blasts before the Trill woman tilts her head to the side realizing someone has said something to her. Pausing finally, she glances down at the Type 2 in her hands and nods her head in agreement. "Sure is!" And we're right back to blasting away at the rock. Although if it's any consolation she's slowed her firing rate to leave longer pauses between blasts to give the newcomer a chance to speak more assuming she's going to.

It's not that she's trying to be rude or anti-social, but Yoiko's extremely focused at the moment. Not that she's the best at explaining herself in general. After a moment or two curiosity will get the better of her and she'll stop with a heavy sigh, pulling up the goggles over her green eyes, and glance back at the dragoness with a look of exasperation. "You want to know what I'm doing, don't you?" It's to be expected these days. Everyone wants everything explained to them. This is why she stopped going to the UR at night.


When Yoiko looks her way, Liyara meets the gaze evenly. While they both have green eyes, the dragons are supernaturally vivid, almost like they're glowing - except they aren't. Not yet, anyway. The dragon woman assesses the situation, then gives a casual shrug of one shoulder. Of course, somehow she makes that seem elegant. She's been practicing the dismissive shoulder shrugs of nobility for a century. She has them down.

"I suppose, though truthfully I just came over here to make the noise stop." Her posture and attitude explain that she's a very important person with very important things to concentrate on, without her actually saying it. Practice makes princesses. "...You could entertain me with your reason for disrupting my thoughts." She'll allow it, apparently.


Yoiko openly scoffs at being allowed to grace the stranger with her explanation. Something about her posture changes abruptly as she starts to hold herself more like a burly man than the young woman she appears. "Oh yes, thank you for that privilege." In a single motion she relaxes back into herself and lets out a laugh at her own words finding her actions amusing as if watching from a distance more than participating directly. "I'm sorry about the noise but I'm trying to get this over with quickly. If I'm right there's a cache here that will let me at least get power going to the transporter enough to..." She trails off quietly to herself, raising an eyebrow at her bluntness, and shakes her head.

"Um. No. Y'know what? I don't think so." She turns away, wincing as she blasts again without the goggles on. She mumbles out something full of hisses and clicks, clearly profanity of some form, and turns back with another sigh. "You're distracting." For the first moment she really takes in Liyara's appearance and a mischievous glint sparks in her eyes. "Look, I'm sorry. The name's Yoiko Hax. I have it on authority of whatever body T.A.S.K. is now calling itself to conduct research out here. I'm sure there's papers or something somewhere." Her eyes stare a bit too long at the dragoness's legs. "If you want to wait until I finish up, I can offer you lunch or something." Briefly she looks up at the sky and frowns, "...or dinner. What time is it?"


When Liyara was young, and her mother was still around, she had already witnessed the folly of man. Her mother had pointed it out for her clearly, from the beginning. "Liyara," Lux had said to her, "the humans fear what they don't understand, the elves seek to know it, and the dwarves want it for themselves. No matter how you keep to yourself, they will always find you. You must always be ready - to be the queen is to be an object. Of scorn, of fear, of lust, or of avarice." Liyara had found the lesson remedial. She knew from the first moment a man glanced upon her horns that she would never be safe from them unless she made herself safe.

In the here and now, Liyara recognizes the first signs of that in Yoiko's looks... And she smiles. It radiates warmth, and is all the things a smile should be for others to read as much into it as they want.

"Time is a construct." The dragoness flaps her tiny wings, floating over towards Yoiko, or more specifically toward her work. "Perhaps we could finish this without more of that shrill sound?" She lifts a hand towards the rock Yoiko is blasting away at, and the hand bursts awash in heat, first going white hot, then just sort of ceasing to be visible under its own heat distortion. "Your tool commands forces I happen to specialize in. Guide the way?" As her hand approaches the rock, it will start to soften, the dragon's heat not being nearly as precise as Yoiko's phaser fire.

She doesn't care if Yoiko is actually 'authorized' to do anything. Liyara sees an opportunity to melt shit, and slagging something will be a welcome change of pace from fretting.


While her first reaction is to raise her brow and say 'neat', the response that comes out of her lips is much more that of that gruff nature she took momentarily a moment ago - body language included. "Hot." The woman responds to herself with a blush and a bashful hand raised to cover her own eyes in disbelief. "...thanks, Daemon." The name wasn't meant for Liyara but it's said aloud none the less followed by a cough.

"I'm sorry, you were offering to help?" The phaser quickly vanishes behind her back to a Velcro belt buckled beneath her shirt, as she begins to point with her free hand approximately where she was blasting. "It's a few meters deep. I'm looking for a volatile red crystal. If you get it too hot it'll combust so be careful. I'm hoping for a cache about the size of a melon." She gestures the size with her hands just to make it clear. "If it turns out to be blue, it might explode so if you can extend that..." she points at the woman's hands, "...um, out a bit it'll be safer."

Once more her eyes fall onto Liyara's form, which should would be more subtle about if she fully realized she was doing it. "If I had that this would have gone so much faster." She blushes again and points upwards towards the crater they're making together, "The, uh... fire powers."


Liyara doesn't seem to mind the first comment at all, just letting the smile turn into something more of a confident grin. "True." It is hot, Daemon. It is.

As she listens to Yoiko explain that the object is combustible, the dragon nods, and then is about to plunge her hand in when the blonde explains that blue ones might actually explode. Well, there goes any hope that they correspond to the chromatic dragon elements. Though she has often wished for a certain blue dragon to explode.

Liyara hesitates a moment longer. "...How hot is too hot?" She knows the standard degrees people use here in Twisted. Why noone measures things in a civilized fashion is a mystery to her, but when you're cut off from the source code of the universe, as those without magic tend to be, she supposes you don't know your own ignorance.

If Yoiko provides her with a rough idea, Liyara will just plunge her hand straight into the rock, softening it around her fingers like mud until she gets close to the object, at which point she'll start scooping out the area around it. More precise heat and carving can be applied when it's been extracted.

Of course, while she's doing it, Liyara will just have to shift in a certain way that emphasizes her legs and other curves. It's not her fault, it's the situation, and man's own avarice to blame!


The Trill woman pauses a moment as she considers how to answer, "Do you know the centigrade scale? Humans seem to prefer that one." Yes, that's right. She's not one herself. "1200 degrees should melt rock, but around 1800 will ignite the Dilithium crystals. If I'm right about Energon, because that seems to be a legit thing here, it'll combust just being jostled. That's just a hypothesis though. I've never scanned one to get a solid reading before." Abruptly she stops talking with a cringe, "The um... red and blue crystals I mentioned." Sure. That explains everything. "It should be fine."

She has to stop being distracted by this fire-headed woman and focus, she tells herself. To that end she takes off a purse-looking piece of technology at her side and flips open a leather compartment with scanning equipment inside. A whirling noise fills the air as it begins to beep and scan the rock in front of them. "They seem to give off a similar signature so I'm hoping for the former and not the later." She lets out a soft sigh as her eyes betray her again, especially as she can listen to the Tricorder and get just an accurate reading as looking at its display. "Do you have any idea how annoying it is to have to pick through comic books trying to get accurate information about the rock we're stranded on?" Somehow, she probably does.



"Humans." Liyara gives a little 'hmph' at that, but keeps her thoughts to herself. The redhead's eyes glass over after Yoiko names the substances, but only for a moment. When their focus returns, she nods. "Ah, Dilithium Diallosilicate... 1:9:1 Heptoferranide, I presume?" She's definitely not from Yoiko's universe, and she's never so much as seen an episode of Trek. So that's unusual. Actually that's unusual for a lot of people who do fit into those categories.

Liyara waits for a response, then her hand is plunging into the rock. Carving out cold space around the size Yoiko indicated requires plunging her arm quite deep into the rock, and with her arm buried, the woman's labors don't do Yoiko any favors on the distraction front. Fortunately, her rather large tail is not only keeping her balance for her, but blocking at least some of the view. Small blessings are still blessings.

"I've some idea. I spent my first week here trying to find out how interstellar ships successfully traversed the phlogiston before I realized most universes don't have any." Any... Phlogiston? Looks like Yoiko isn't the only one bad at explaining. "...Then I simply felt foolish. And angry." And bitter. So bitter.

The dragoness manages to leave about six inches of non-molten rock around a sphere the size of Yoiko's hand-estimates, to be safe, and pulls the thing out with rapidly cooling hands. The molten rock drips off her arm, and she delicately brushes it off the way one might brush off dust. Then she turns to her prize, still encased in rock, and sets it down on the not-so-melted ground. "...There." She leans over to inspect her prize, and it is an absolute wonder that her dress behaves exactly as it's supposed to and doesn't slip at all. Excellent tailoring? No, more likely magic. After a moment, she stands back up, cocking her hip and placing a hand on it in a way that comes off both carefree and demanding at the same time. "Well? You may do the honors." ...That's a haughty, superior way of saying Liyara isn't a precision welder.


There's an entertaining range of emotions on the Engineer's face as she takes in Liyara's words. Astonishment that she knows of Dilithium, acknowledgement about feeling foolish, and outright glee as she retrieves what amounts to a Dilithium geode. She doesn't hesitate to drop to her knees, plucking out the phaser once more and setting it to its thinnest setting. "You might be the second most interesting person I've met since I ended up here. Possibly the most." She starts firing away, the device making an even more high pitched noise, unfortunately. It doesn't last long before it cracks in half revealing the red crystals lurking inside.

"HAHAAA!! This is it!!!" Without even a moment's thought she launches herself at her new friend giving her a deceptively strong hug. If it's possible she'll lift her off the ground a moment before setting her down and snatching the crystals up to cradle them to her chest.

"Now I can finish my communications relay, I can get the transporter working at full power, and hopefully find the mouth of this damn anomaly and contact the outside world again!!" The joy drains away as her thoughts wander on that subject, "Or else I'm going to punch a hole in SEH-01 large enough to fight my way back out of it." There's a palpable anger and determination to her words as she says this last part. It's worth noting her clothes are singeing slightly from the heat radiating off the rock and crystals, not that she seems very concerned at the moment. "What can I do to repay you...?" She never did give her name did she? "Food? Technology?" Her eyes drink in the woman once more, "A night on the town?" There's that mischievous grin again that makes her statement come across as potentially a joke more than an invitation despite any unspoken signals she may have given already. You can thank a certain Orion woman for that character trait blossoming in recent years.


Liyara has surprised enough people with knowledge they didn't expect her to have to recognize that look on Yoiko's face. However, Liyara doesn't know WHY that would be astonishing; the material and its variants were listed without any fanfare alongside the rest of the melting and combustion point list she looked up online. Well, best to take the credit where the credit isn't due. Liyara smirks a bit at the woman's surprise.

"I am fairly interesting." Liyara freely concedes, and she looks amused by the compliment, her tail flicking on the ground a bit. Well, flattery works on people with massive egos, no doubt.

It turns out it's not hard to lift Liyara. She's a buck thirty, soaking wet and with boots on. She doesn't move to stop the hug, but instead just keeps that smirk, letting it soften into a smile after a moment. "I'm glad you found your..." She pauses, considering her phrasing. "...crystals. But SEH? Singularity Event Hideki?" That's right, the mechanica doll mentioned the Hideki Sector in her remarkably dense exposition dump, so of course Liyara can just drop names like that now.

Then there's the question of a reward. Liyara looks pleased, and raises an eyebrow. "You're remarkably forward compared to the others I've met here. But non-dragon lovers don't tend to live long. For reasons. So..." She shrugs it off so lightly that it seems almost natural for Yoiko to have asked. "...Perhaps a celebratory dinner."


Well, of all the random comments Liyara could have made, the name of the singularity wasn't on the list of things Yoiko expected to hear recited back to her from someone outside Starfleet. There's a look not too different from an animal about to be eaten that takes over her expressions and she blinks in response before muttering quietly, "S-Stellar Event Hideki zero one." She shakes her head, putting the crystals down carefully before she drops them and cracks them. "How do you know that name...?" Now it all starts coming together, "How did you know about dilithium diallosilicate for that matter?" She steps up to the dragoness placing her hands on the woman's shoulders. "Are you going to seriously tell me that after I spent over a year having to build research equipment from SCRATCH you're just going to waltz in with information that I haven't even told anyone about since I got here?" There's a look in her eyes like she just wants to strangle Liyara to death out of frustration alone, but instead she lowers her arms and balls her hands into fists. "Who are you?"


Liyara is EXTRA familiar with the look of someone who fears they might be eaten, which she thinks is patently unfair, as she has eaten so very few people in her lifetime. But people fear dragons a lot, what can she do?

It isn't something she often sees immediately following a name drop she only half understands, though. She weighs her options at incredible speed and decides that pretending to know everything isn't helpful in this situation. So, the honest approach it is.

The dragoness just crossed her arms under her chest and makes a dour face. "I'm Liyara, a very, VERY intelligent half dragon, and I've had a very, VERY interesting month." She glances to the side, showing only the slightest hint of vulnerability, and clears her throat.

"I've been trying to find a way out since the moment I got here... Can't be more than two months ago... And just when I started figuring out how, I was kidnapped by a multi-dimensional corporation, stuffed into a pocket universe, and that pocket universe was then destroyed with me inside." ...Ok, open with the big guns, then. The woman turns her eyes back to Yoiko. "...So, maybe don't lead with the strangling I see in your eyes. I liked the flirting better, and it's been a long century this week."


"A half dragon." Insultingly the Trill starts laughing at that. "Oh, if the Science Council could hear I was bested by what they would consider to be a fictional character." Yoiko pauses to kick the ground in frustration. "I could have had my own research department, but no. I want to go and study warp theory for eight years, get hopelessly lost studying a Singularity that gets me stranded here with the possible deaths of my Captain and Helmsman and then spend a year working my ASS OFF so an attractive dragon woman can show up and best me in a single conversation!" ...and she just sits down on the ground. What else is there to do? Why she considers it 'besting' is anyone's guess.

She takes a deep breath to calm herself, "I'm sorry. I've been mentally unbalanced since I got here. I need to perform the zhian'tara and I can't because I'm not connected to enough people to trust here not to mention being cut off from my entire race." She rubs her temples and sighs. "The flirting is more fun, yes, even if I'd be disowned for indulging in it." She gives a weak smile at that point. "I seem to have developed a thing for redheads and scales..." The scales bit was a jab, but at least she's trying to dial her emotions back. "Multi-dimensional corporation, huh? That fits with the Hideki Sector. At least you've confirmed for me that I did arrive where I'd calculated, even if getting stuck here wasn't on the plan."


Liyara raises an eyebrow again at the laughter, and declines to join Yoiko on the ground. "...If it makes you feel any better, I'm not just attractive, I'm smoking." Oi. Of course she learned about all the "hot" puns once she had access to the internet. "And I'm not just some dragon woman, I am the headmistress of the tolarian academy for the arcane arts. So I've been studying inter-dimensional theory and travel for longer than you've..." Liyara gives Yoiko another once over. "...probably been alive."

As both well know, apparent age isn't all it's cracked up to be. So Liyara just shrugs. "... And I have a perfect memory." Perfect? "At any rate, it sounds like what you've actually developed is excellent taste. No shame in that." The woman actually gestures to all of her with her hands, as if simply calling attention to her appearance makes her argument for her. Well, she's not lacking in confidence. "But I'd still like to trade knowledge, now that I seem to be in the habit of stumbling into exposition."


Yoiko raises an eyebrow as she sits as well, the smoking comment getting a genuine laugh out of her. "Well, you're looking at one of the lead designers of the Leeding Engines Ltd. FWG-1 Nacelles." She lets out a heavy sigh, "Only cost us our Chief Medical Officer when we learned we needed to completely overhaul the struts." There a pause as she rubs the bridge of her nose and sighs, "So keep that in mind. I'm not batting a thousand, as some say."

She hugs herself tightly, "I've singlehandedly helped murder most of the senior staff and set this place to have technology lightyears beyond their point in development." She holds out a lightly shaking hand weakly, "So if you want information I'll give it to you." She waits a moment and puts her hand down. "Probably says volumes about my personal tastes in the fairer sex." The woman closes her eyes and begins to breathe deeply. "Just don't mind the breathing exercises while you ask questions, alright? I only know two things that calm me down when I get like this and I don't know you well enough for the more entertaining option."


"Quite an accomplished space traveler and engineer, then." Liyara begins, continually reassessing Yoiko as she goes through various emotional stages. "...So you're why some of the technology here surpasses my magic, while the rest..." She tilts her head trying to think of a way to summarize 'primitive' technology. She settles on just imitating a hammer hitting a nail for a few moments, then shrugs. "...runs on some form of electricity."

When Yoiko holds her hand out shakily, Liyara looks at it as if wondering why. They must not shake hands where she comes from. But when the girl lowers it and begins trying to take calmer breaths, saying that she can't ask for what she needs because she doesn't know Liyara well enough? The dragon just rolls her eyes. "Don't be stupid, girl. Come here." She reaches out for Yoiko's arm, and unless the Trill stops her, she simply pulls the probably-surprised blonde into a warm embrace. It's not a sexy thing, it's just... A hug. "Don't have to know someone to see they're hurting." ... Oh my Mistral, she does have empathy after all.

If not avoided, the hug is warm and pleasant. While the dragon is strong, it's not so firm a hug that it isn't nice. Provided a lack of panic, it's even... Against all odds... Relaxing. Is she using magic, or has she just given so many hugs over the years that she's an expert? ... It's probably not the latter.


The woman blinks at the hug but she doesn't resist. Instead she lets out a calm sigh and shakes her head, "Okay. Three things. The second one is still more fun to suggest." She lets herself grin and gives back enough of a hug to draw attention to it. "It's alright, thank you..." Assuming she's released she'll take a second to push her hair out of her face and smile weakly. "Yeah, Commander in the Star Fleet. Promoted to the first officer of the USS Vesuvius by 30." She looks upwards and mutters quietly to herself, "Hopefully they're okay up there somewhere."

After a moment's pause she'll elaborate without the borderline hysterics, "We got called out after a survey mission found SEH-01 in the Hideki Sector. We'd been avoiding it for years because the whole area was unstable but it got its fair share of trade being close to the Klingon border so we'd been inching towards it. Starfleet is a branch of the United Federation of Planets. Wouldn't be wise if we didn't try to make contact with everyone we could to unite when war with the Klingons is always a possibility... Anyways, Jonathon and I - um, the Captain, we'd been working on an upgrade to our sensor array to extend our scanning abilities when we found a planetoid just inside the event horizon of what we were assuming was just an unusual black hole. I had the brilliant idea to reconfigure the transporters and beam down to it. The math said it was safe, but math isn't always the only factor. Three beamed out, and I arrived here. Never had contact with anyone from my reality since." In the midst of talking she finally notices her outfit and the singe marks made by clutching a scorching hot rock to her chest. She simply shakes her head and sticks a finger through a hole in her shirt. "Dammit. I bought this shortly after I got here. I liked this one."


"A young age for such things." Liyara says simply of Yoiko's accomplishments as she lets the woman go free of the hug. "I wasn't that intelligent at that age. You should be proud." Well, yeah. But being smarter than a juvenile dragon is not normally very impressive, if we're being honest. "...I'm Liyara - daughter of Lux - Queen Bitch of the Swordcoast, granddaughter of Hoondarrh - the Red Rage of Mintarn who lives eternal, and as we've discussed, the hottest headmaster alive." That's a mouthful. "A pleasure to meet you." Since she's gotten here, Liyara has had a chance to familiarize herself with many of the astronomical terms humans have come to use to describe things that already have proper names they don't know about. So when she hears that Yoiko traveled to something INSIDE the event horizon of a black hole, she looks surprised. "You entered the event horizon willingly? That's..." Don't say foolish. Don't say unwise. Definitely don't say unfathomably reckless. "...Brave."

The woman looks to Yoiko's shirt and lids her eyes a bit, returning to that sexy playfulness from earlier. "...I'd offer you one of my dresses, but then we'd have two gorgeous mathematicians running around causing traffic accidents from the heads they turn. And that might be too many." Oh look who thinks she's being clever. Wait, mathematicians? ... Is there a lot of math in magic?


There's a hearty laugh at the suggested carnage, but her focus is more on the first statement than the last so with a playful scowl and a tap to her temple she informs, "I'll have you know I've got the lifetimes of two other people in here. That's two hundred and fifteen years, thank you very much." She flops backwards onto the ground a moment, "...I can't believe I just admitted that."

The Trill pushes herself back up to a sitting position and shakes her head, "See? This place is rubbing off on me in the worst way. Back home? I could never say that. Here? It's like I'm in this permanent dream-haze." She takes a moment and rubs her eyes, "I've noticed it since I arrived. It's a little like being slightly drunk. I don't like it. Something to do with the way chroniton particles travel here." She starts drawing in the dirt, "Normally they flow but here they stick to everything. It's like they're... being absorbed by everything. That's why I'm worried about the zhian'tara. It's keeping me in this state where it's less like I'm a unified person and more like I've got hitchhikers in my brain. For a joined species with a symbiotic relationship being out of sync is like... cutting out a part of my brain." She clutches herself tightly once more. "I need to get in touch with someone from my home planet before there's any permanent damage."


"Oh, is that right?" Liyara looks a little surprised, but not THAT surprised when Yoiko admits to in some ways being older than her. Her lips curl up into a smile, and her eyes pulse with a bright green glow for just a moment. "Well, then I'm in rarified company."

When the Trill woman complains about the flow of time being off, or at least that's how Liyara interprets it, her redheaded companion bites at her lip for just a moment. It's a fake nervous habit she picked up that became a real nervous habit due to sheer overuse. She learned it specifically to look attractive and vulnerable, it throws people off, lowers their guard. "...I don't know about your species, but if it's the flow of time, I can probably explain that - maybe even provide a remedy." She wrinkles her nose up, and glances down at her hand. The cut from yesterday didn't leave a scar, but she can still sort of feel it.

"...I can't take you back to your home dimension yet - but I can take you out of this one. I just... need five minutes." Well, Yoiko seems to know a lot about this place, too. And Liyara is apparently going recruiting, lately.


Yoiko lets out a laugh at that one and points up again. "You don't get it. I'm already here." She wipes away her drawings in the dirt and draws a circle then makes a stick-figure drawing of a ship on one side. "We found a distortion with a planetoid inside it." She draws a line through the circle from the ship. "We beamed through it..." Then she makes an X on the other side of it. "And I ended up here." The Trill smiles wide at her attempts to explain it. "This is that planetoid, or it was before the Twisted Street shattered and the world was blown apart." She sticks her fingers together and places them in the center of the X and then spreads her hand open to signify it exploding.

"This is why I needed that rock. If I can get my equipment running, especially after I took apart my apartment and built a shuttlecraft." She smiles wickedly, "I just need to get it outside the building and that's step two with the dilithium." She stands and dusts herself off, offering a hand for Liyara to help her up, "Wanna see?!?" Once she's standing, Yoiko will hold her hands up and and wave them back and forth. "I promise, no inappropriate touching unless you like that kind of stuff." She flashes another wicked grin at that.


Liyara raises an eyebrow at Yoiko's insistence that she doesn't get it, and tucks her chin in. She gets it - she figured the moment that Yoiko mentioned a planetoid in the singularity that it was Twisted. She doesn't think Yoiko gets it, but directly contradicting someone she's trying to be friendly with isn't her style. So she just nods. Humans often think things can only be explained by science here - just as she assumed they could mostly be explained by magic. So she understands. Ish. "...You built a spacecraft out of your home?" Liyara does look surprised at that, though she's making an assumption that a shuttlecraft is a spacecraft at this point because of who she's talking to. "...Well, I was going to suggest something else, but I'm intrigued to see this." She takes Yoiko's hand, pulling the blonde up just a little harder than necessary, in case Yoiko is the type to 'accidentally' fall into her arms. She's observed that a lot of human or near-human women like that. Liyara doesn't see the appeal personally, but... she can pretend like she does. After all, she DOES like getting people to like her. Everyone likes that.

"Miss Starfleet," Liyara says, "I have been touched appropriately and inappropriately by more species than you've probably even seen." Someone doesn't know much about the federation. "...You are the least worrying of all the non-dragons thus far." That... SOUNDS like a big compliment. Is it? Is it an insult? ... Dragons are weird.



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