Running. Now was time for running. He could toss up some invisibility, or make them look like crew members, but it was better if they were out of the hallway and somewhere else, somewhere where Donnie could do the whole false positive thing.
And sabotage the ship in general.
The second they were through the hallway hatch and further inside the ship -- where they could start looking for a good console to work with -- their appearance shimmered and changed.
They were all a different species now, ones that were native to the universe. Judy looked like an Orandan, a tiny raccoon-like mammal that lived side by side with a snake-like overclass on their native planet. Nick's sunglasses had gone away and he was a Stenosian, a relatively short, pink-furred alien with big, blue eyes. Just to break up the fluffy theme a bit, Donnie was a humanoid, green-skinned Coluan. All three of them were wearing the same technician uniforms as every other technician on the ship -- accurate down to the pips on the collars and the ranking stripes. (Nick'd done his research).
In his "hand," Nick held a giant toolkit that wasn't actually there. (Technicians had tools, right?)
The alarms were blaring.
"Gee, do you think maybe we're supposed to do something about that?" he asked Donnie, waving his free hand vaguely, his tone all faux earnestness. "Seeing as we're technicians and all? That seems like the kind of thing we're supposed to take care of. At the nearest console."
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Running. Now was time for running. He could toss up some invisibility, or make them look like crew members, but it was better if they were out of the hallway and somewhere else, somewhere where Donnie could do the whole false positive thing.
And sabotage the ship in general.
The second they were through the hallway hatch and further inside the ship -- where they could start looking for a good console to work with -- their appearance shimmered and changed.
They were all a different species now, ones that were native to the universe. Judy looked like an Orandan, a tiny raccoon-like mammal that lived side by side with a snake-like overclass on their native planet. Nick's sunglasses had gone away and he was a Stenosian, a relatively short, pink-furred alien with big, blue eyes. Just to break up the fluffy theme a bit, Donnie was a humanoid, green-skinned Coluan. All three of them were wearing the same technician uniforms as every other technician on the ship -- accurate down to the pips on the collars and the ranking stripes. (Nick'd done his research).
In his "hand," Nick held a giant toolkit that wasn't actually there. (Technicians had tools, right?)
The alarms were blaring.
"Gee, do you think maybe we're supposed to do something about that?" he asked Donnie, waving his free hand vaguely, his tone all faux earnestness. "Seeing as we're technicians and all? That seems like the kind of thing we're supposed to take care of. At the nearest console."