"Just take the whole boxes," Jack answers to Chiaki. "I want to make sure we've got the hardware to run this thing." As he speaks, Jack is reaching over for a pen and paper and scribbles something quickly.
"Dear me, You'll understand later. Love, Jack."
Jack smiles and waves up at a certain point towards the ceiling that probably has a video camera, as he tapes the note to that bottom-right monitor on Tosh's desk that never works right.
"Grab what ya like, Marshall, the really could-end-the-world stuff is in lockdown."
Chiaki's search for data discs yields something far more interesting: a remote hacking tool. Much like a bug for a phone, it can create a direct link to a system...if it is physically placed on one of the computers that makes up a part of it.
Searching the med bay yields piles of labeled medications, and very advanced surgical tools. A combination laser scalpel and dermal binder, to cut somebody apart and put them back together without leaving a mark (useful for sneaking parasites out of people). Sprayable IVIG, human clotting factor. Delicate stuff, but direct application can mean the difference between somebody bleeding out or not (the closest the 21st century's got to a speed-heal).
When one of the people stays upon an innocuous bottle marked 'retcon,' Jack speaks up. "I'd- leave that. That stuff's trouble."
Although, a moment after he says that, he beats a retreat up a set of stairs towards what looks like an office. "I'll be right back, I think I've got stuff to carry this all..."
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"Dear me,
You'll understand later.
Love, Jack."
Jack smiles and waves up at a certain point towards the ceiling that probably has a video camera, as he tapes the note to that bottom-right monitor on Tosh's desk that never works right.
"Grab what ya like, Marshall, the really could-end-the-world stuff is in lockdown."
Chiaki's search for data discs yields something far more interesting: a remote hacking tool. Much like a bug for a phone, it can create a direct link to a system...if it is physically placed on one of the computers that makes up a part of it.
Searching the med bay yields piles of labeled medications, and very advanced surgical tools. A combination laser scalpel and dermal binder, to cut somebody apart and put them back together without leaving a mark (useful for sneaking parasites out of people). Sprayable IVIG, human clotting factor. Delicate stuff, but direct application can mean the difference between somebody bleeding out or not (the closest the 21st century's got to a speed-heal).
When one of the people stays upon an innocuous bottle marked 'retcon,' Jack speaks up. "I'd- leave that. That stuff's trouble."
Although, a moment after he says that, he beats a retreat up a set of stairs towards what looks like an office. "I'll be right back, I think I've got stuff to carry this all..."