Thread:Lionrunner/@comment-37028137-20200609203807/@comment-37028137-20200611182151

Greetings Lion,

I think you're about to be grumpy with me, but I kept thinking after I posted my notes on the characters that something was off. I just realized what it was. I forgot to mention one of the characters in the group.

(I blame my lack of recollection on long work hours and little sleep As my dad used to say 'My last two brain cells are rubbing together for all they've got, and there's very little friction left.')

I apologize for my forgetfulness and hope this doesn't impact your workload too much. I actually debated mentioning it but this character is integral to the story. I'll post her Biography thingy below.

Silmë- (From the Quenya language--means Starlight, AKA Emma, since no one else but Nicholas can speak the language) Hard Light Hologram  that is the sentient avatar of Nicholas' TARDIS. Rank--Pretty much whatever she wants since she's 500,000 years old. (Though she trumps Nicholas' ranking on important matters since she's basically his adoptive mother.) She works as the Chief medical officer on the UMS Saberhagen

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“Well then welcome to the TARDIS that is spelt T-A-R-D-I-S; which stands for Time and Relative Dimensions in Space. She’s a Type 51 Mark IX capsule. She’s a sentient bio-organic ship, and she can travel anywhere in time and space, and to other dimensions and parallel universes. She’s my best friend in the whole of reality and I know I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for her. She may be old but she’s got spunk.”

“But how, I mean how is it bigger inside than out?” I grimaced slightly at Vellantha’s comment. “First off the TARDIS is a she or a her, not an it or a thing. She can think and feel the same as we can, in some ways even more so. Secondly to answer your question why not ask her yourself?” “Huh, you mean I could actually talk to her?” “Mm hmm, I said she was sentient did I not?” I rapped my knuckles gently on the main console while calling out. “Hey Silmë wake up, there is someone here I want you to meet.” Instantly a hologram in jeans, sneakers, and a t-shirt and her trademark black leather jacket forms standing next to the console. She yawned and stretched before giving a cheeky grin.

“So you must be the one he’s been babbling about huh? Well it’s nice to meet you, and any friend of his is someone I view with suspicion.” My copilot quickly shook Vellantha’s hand while grinning from ear to ear. I knew my TARDIS could be a handful but it was so funny watching her and Vellantha interact that I simply stayed on the sidelines for the time being.

'' Vellantha’s Perspective. ''

Being pulled along to a chair by the hologram without so much as a warning left me slightly shaken. The woman in front of me was full of a boundless energy not all that dissimilar to the Doctor’s; though I suppose that is why they seemed to get on so well. “Now then young one please ask what you want, I will answer what I can.” Now that I had a closer look at the woman I could see she had red hair which was done up in a bun with green ribbons wrapped around the base. Her face looked slightly older than the Doctor’s and I guessed she was in her early thirties though age was often relative; her eyes were dark green and noted a sort of elderly wisdom. She wore a pair of ripped blue jeans and black sneakers along with a grey t-shirt and black leather jacket. The woman in question tapped me on the shoulder as I shook my head having gotten lost while analyzing the sharp distinctive features in her face.--

Once again I apologize for being forgetful and I hope this doesn't complicate things for you.

Cheers,

The Weary TimeLord.