[u]Langford's Primary Lab:[/u]

Penelope was midcalculation when she overheard Ylva mention quite a few gasous agents. Disturbingly virulent, deadly agents. The kind of thing that could get out of control very easily. Oh, sure, you could guarantee that nothing wandered through empty space to the [i]Langford[/i], but what about when you were making it? Or transporting it? Messy, horrible, awful ways to kill someone. But still, something piqued her curiousity. The only other person in the lab was the ship's doctor. Although he was attractive (not that she'd ever admit it), he wasn't talking about mass murder. Something which, Penelope thought with a smile, she herself was fairly well-versed in. 

"Why does nobody ever think of using radiological weapons," Penelope muttered to herself.

Some small part of her noted that she really ought to get to know Joseph as well, considering that her best option for ascension was still medically based. The trick would be to induce 90% synaptic activity... without inducing seizures. Short of an Ancient lab, she wasn't certain how that would even be possible, but she was no medical profesional. Her research - here her eyes wandered to the stack of rather thick and dry books on unscientific methods of ascension - indicated that a path via meditation was possible. Though how possible that path was with Oma Desala "busy" was questionable. A sudden, horrible thought occured to her.

"Are you making Sarin gas in... here?" Dr. Kate asked out loud.

Her mind switched gears again, briefly. Morgan Le Fay and Oma Desala were eternally busy fighting some ultimate evils. Perhaps even the threat of... distracting either of those ascended beings would be enough to get the Lucian Alliance back into line. Of course, that would depend if someone could even attain an ascended level in the first place.