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The Science of Employment; Tag: Dr. Nemesis
Topic Started: Sep 21 2012, 08:57 PM (298 Views)
Moira McTaggert
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Timeframe: June 20th, 2012

It had been a long several months. Long and excruciating. The X-Men had fallen out of contact until a little less than a month ago. No matter what Moira McTaggert tried - reconfiguring the satellite phone system, checking with other sources, even trying to arrange trips into the Savage Land, nothing seemed to work. The feeling of helplessness was almost overwhelming, the feeling of being unable to do anything to help those who mattered the most.

It was true, after all, that not only were the students and staff of Xavier's Institute for Higher Learning longstanding associates of Moira's, but her adopted daughter was one of them. And it is arguable that there is no despair quite like the despair of a mother unable to protect her children. Moira had already felt that despair in regards to her biological son, Kevin, who had, only a scant few years ago, explosively erupted with mutant powers far beyond the scope of the average mutant. Powers that ultimately drove him insane and forced him into the catatonic state he persisted in to this day.

Both of those reasons were why she was here today, standing in the lobby of the X-Corp Complex, dressed in a sleek black pantsuit with white blouse, clutching a manila folder in her right hand. Moira was one of the world's foremost experts on the mutant genome, having done arguably more than any other non-mutated human to understand how human mutation worked, and worked closer with the mutant community than many humans have. She had long spoken up for mutantkind when it was called for, and long considered herself proof that Charles Xavier's beliefs and teachings were not without merit of their own.

And now it was time to put her money where her mouth was, so to speak. She'd had enough of academia, of teaching young twenty-somethings about the intricacies of mutant genetics. She could make a difference out in the world, and now, after having sat helpless to save not one, but two of her children from terrible ordeals, she was more than ready to do so.

Her heels clicked rhythmically on the hard floor of the lobby as she stepped towards the receptionist's desk and offered a small, yet polite smile.

"Hello, ma'am. Can I help you?" the receptionist, a young man with a faint blue bioluminescence to his skin and bright green eyes, asked, his hands idly shuffling papers, brochures and pamphlets around on the desktop to make things look more organized than they really were.

"Aye, ye most certainly can," Moira said, nodding her head affirmatively. "I'm here to see Dr. James Bradley. Or does he insist on Dr, er... Nemesis?"
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Doctor Nemesis
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Physicality was never James cup of tea; oh sure he was in very good physical condition and could beat people to a pulp if he so desired, but he was always more interested in intellectual pursuits. So in the aftermath of the Skrull invasion, he had indeed assisted and put a great deal of his own time and money into rebuilding the damage caused by their occupation, but he was always behind a desk or blueprint rather than getting his hands dirty. It had been a bit of time before he could finally get back to X-Corp business proper, but when he did, one of the first things on his desk was a slip of paper with a formal request from a name he knew very well, if not the person it belonged to.

Moira McTaggaet was world renowned for her theories, studies, and acceptance of the mutant populace. She was one of the few people smart enough to realize that extra genome or not, mutants were still human and shouldn't be treated differently. He'd have been a fool to not see her, and while he was many things, a fool was not one of them. Today was the day she was supposed to be coming, so he'd been expecting her, and in the way that only he could pull off, he just so happened to be coming into the reception area as she was talking to Keith.

"Doctor McTaggert, I've been expecting you." He walked over to her and held his hand out in a shake, then he held his arm out for her to follow him on a small tour before they got down to business. "Oh, and Keith, when we get to my office, can you see about sending Doctor McTaggert up some coffee or something? Thanks so much." Before the young man could reply, James whisked her away and took her on a brief, but informative tour on the way towards his office while also engaging in a bit of small talk. It wasn't long before they'd used a few elevators and a few hallways, and now he was holding open the door for her. "So," he queried as he took a seat and offered her one as well; "What can we here at X-Corp do for you?"
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Moira McTaggert
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"Dr. Bradley," Moira smiled, nodding her head in greeting, taking the hand offered to her and giving it a firm, confident shake.

"It's been some time, hasn't it? I want t' say autumn of eighty-seven? The conference on Applied Bioengineering Practices in Sydney? Though I may have remembered that wrong. Some of us dinnae have mutated genes what slow down the aging process," Moira smiled, following along on the quick, improvised tour of the facilities. It seemed to be a fairly straightforward office building, from the brief glances offered to her. Quite frankly, she found herself eager to see the laboratory facilities they had on-hand here. Not to say that Oxford was any slouch in that department, but they couldn't really compare to the sheer scope and depth of technology that was at her fingertips on Muir Island. It would be such a joy to finally work with world-class, cutting-edge scientific equipment once again.

"Well, to be entirely frank with ye," Moira said as she took a seat opposite to Dr. Bradley's desk and set the folder down on top of it, allowing for him to peruse at his leisure, "I'd like to join yuir laboratory staff here. I understand ye've already got Dr. Kavita Rao on hand, but I feel that I still have much to offer. Inside the folder there is muh resume, plus several projects I've been workin' on these past few months. The biological mechanisms behind the projection of solidified kinetic energy, for example, and inherited genetic traits among mutant offspring. We've made some exciting discoveries in determining how mutant traits are passed along, since, as ye full well know, some children manifest abilities remarkably similar to those of their parents, while others seem t' have not a thing in common. Oh, an' I've also got studies on the possible structures an' forms of infectious agents particularly designed to target those of the mutant genome so that we can better develop vaccines an' treatment plans in case of infection."

She placed her hands in her lap, took a deep breath, and let it out in a huff.

"So... long story short, I've done some research into the programs ye're puttin' together here, I am impressed, an' I'd like t' be a part of it, to offer muh expertise an' experience in furthering yuir company's mission statement."
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Doctor Nemesis
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He smiled as he thought back to the exact hour, day, week, month, and year; she was right. "Hey, I still have the mentality of an old man, and that's what counts. And it was eighty-seven alright. I remember it clearly; even Professor Higgins eating that Kashmiri Lamb with a hint of Saffron...a hint enough to bloat him up like a puffer fish, and then I had to jab him with that pulp fiction needle. Oooooh. Eighty-Seven was a good year."

While she spoke, he nodded and reached into his desk, pulling out some amber liquid with a label long since worn away by time. He poured some in a crystal glass and sipped while she continued. Long story short, she wanted to offer her services to X-Corp and all that entailed; he'd be foolish to deny her acceptance as she was one of the world's foremost everything at all she did.

And it would not only take some of the workload off of him, but allow them to expand their area of research and a dozen other positive things. He opened the folder she'd slid to him and read it while she laid out all she could offer; she really was something. And just like that he made up his mind. When she finished, he slammed his hand on the desk and laughed while smiling at her.

"Doctor McTaggert, you do impress, and I'm not impressed by many people. Plus, if I may say...that delightful Scottish Brogue ties the whole package together in a nice little bow." Pouring another cup of Scotch for himself, and one for Moira, he slid it across the table to her.


"Here's to new relationships and advances in science!" He didn't know if she was a drinking woman, but he downed his own, and he'd down hers if she didn't want it; no sense in letting good liquor go to waste. After the impromptu toast, he stood and showed her to her new office and her main lab; both of which he figured were more than enough to satisfy her immediate needs. "Well, Doctor McTaggert, let me officially welcome you to X-Corps."
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"That's what ye remember?" Moira couldn't help but laugh. Though come to think of it, thinking back, there were many things she had trouble remembering the specifics of. She remembered bits and pieces of Dr. Henry Pym's speech on applying insect genetic material into the human genome (many at the time presuming the man completely off his rocker), she recalled a few statistics from a fear-mongering alarmist whose name she couldn't quite recall about the catastrophic consequences of a rapidly mutating society and ways to contain mutations before they blossomed, but beyond that, specific memories were few and far between. She'd have to look at her notes, now that she was thinking about it. Good thing she'd had her entire library digitized in the past few years.

Glancing down to the glass of scotch sliding her way, she reached up and accepted it, curling her fingers around the glass and peering down into it for a moment, swirling it around in the glass, allowing the aroma to waft up a bit before holding the glass up in a toast gesture.

"To science," she mirrored the end of his toast before tossing back her glass. She winced slightly as she swallowed it down, but she managed just fine regardless.

"Hoo - 'tis a touch strong there, aye?" she grinned, standing up as he did and following along.

"Well, now I think 'tis my turn t' be impressed," she said with a soft, bobbing nod of her head as she overlooked the office and laboratory facility. It was quite a bit larger than what the university had been able to spare her. Not quite the scale and scope of the Muir Island facility, but that was an entire building dedicated to nothing but her particular brand of science.

But still - electron microscopes, micropipettes, top-of-the-line centrifuges, petri dishes galore - if this was just the basics, she'd get along just fine.

"This is absolutely fantastic, Dr. Bradley. Simply marvelous. It shall be an honor and a pleasure workin' alongside ye."
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