"Think you can handle it?"

There was a low whistle, Idris Janek adjusted the cap which was on his head. He placed his hands on his hips and looked over the no longer skeletal structure of the ship. By now it was near on completion, windows were secured in, airlocks shut, by all means it looked ready to fly, almost. "Little lady, I think you are severely misjudging my skills."

There was conjoined scoffs which came from the side. Minerva looked away from the African American beside her and looked over to where two other males stood. Emun Chance and Benedict Ravel seemed to be trying to hide smirks behind their hands. Janek, in return, shot them a look. The look was still a little bit present as he looked back at Minerva, she smiled. "I've read your file, Captain. I don't doubt you'll be able to fly this ship, along with your two co-pilots there." Minerva said while tucking her hands into her pockets. "My father asked me to show you what you were going to be contending with, so here we are."

"You know," Janek waved a finger her way, Minerva raised an eyebrow. "You are a lot more hospitable than your sister." Minerva's other eyebrow raised to join the other as she looked up at Janek. He smirked, rather sarcastically it seemed and nodded slowly. He seemed to be calculating his next words, but instead decided to just be simple and blunt on the matter. "Not much alike, are you?"

"Different mothers." Minerva pointed out, she turned on her heels and commenced walking the perimeter of the ship. She looked up at it from the corner of her eyes, she still had to crane her neck a little to look up at it, but it was certainly something now that it was basically completed. She glanced over her shoulder, Janek, Ravel and Chance were following her almost obediently. She smiled, stopping walking as she turned to them. "I am sorry that you've had to contend with her, and her mood swings. She's probably a little cut up that she isn't as in the loop as she'd have hoped. I'm a lot better with people, she...not so much."

"You don't say," Janek said with a quiet chuckle.

Minerva smiled, "I don't know why she sought you out. But I figure it might be to see the person she's entrusting her life to, while in space."

Janek spread his arms, a little dramatically. "So, do I pass? Will I do?"

Minerva laughed, "If you hadn't, or didn't, you wouldn't be here. Now, please, I have been told to take you to medical...last minute tests and all that. It's nothing at all to worry about." Minerva said while gesturing to the side and leading the way out the hangar. She walked quietly along the corridor, hands in her pockets as she listened to them following a little behind her.

"So, you've had these tests done already then?"

Minerva tilted her head, it was Chance who was asking her. She looked around the corridor silently for a few moments. Had she had the tests done on her? No. That was what Weyland would've been kicking off about previously. He had argued that because she was newly back into the world, that she couldn't possibly be harbouring anything. And if need be, he'd present the medical staff here with the last medical tests which were run on her; by his own personal staff which had frequented the house to check on her when she 'woke up'. It was all a lie. There was no new, or reasonably new tests which had been run on her. The last tests which were run on her when she was human was to see that all her organs were failing her and she had septicaemia.

Minerva smiled, she turned and looked at Chance. The dark haired and eyed man looked at her curiously, he seemed a little on edge. Minerva smiled kindly then, perhaps he wasn't fond of doctors? Putting her hands together she stepped forwards, "I have, and they are nothing to concern yourself with. It's more for the peace of mind for the top brass, you know? Got to make sure you're all fit and healthy before shuttling you into space, that is all." Minerva lied, rather brilliantly. Chance let out a breath he had clearly been holding. She reached forwards and put a hand against his arm, "Emun Chance, you will be okay, I promise." Minerva smiled and patted his arm gently, to the side she could see Ravel and Janek smirking and nudging each other. She sighed and rolled her eyes, they were acting like children.

Turning on her heels though she continued to lead the way before stopping. The doctors were already waiting for their arrival. As soon as they were seen they were swept inside the room, Chance giving Minerva one last look before the door shut. She sighed, nerves were beyond her. Frowning and tilting her head, she looked around before picking up walking again and basically trotting off down the corridor to go find something else to do. It just so happened that her something else to do, was to greet the rest of the crew and lead them towards medical. This routine went on for another few hours, each person or group arriving at different times meant that she was acting like a boomerang. By the end of the day, she entered Weyland's office with a sigh.

He spent most working days at home, finding it easier now with his failing health. But he had stayed here all day. David lowered the papers in his hands and looked up at the sound of the door opening too. Minerva shuffled in and collapsed in the chair, Weyland just seemed relatively amused that something that couldn't feel exhaustion, looked exhausted. "All crew have had their last medical checkups." She said, "Janek, and his two co-pilots have been shown the ship, they are confident in being able to handle and control it."

"Her."

Minerva rolled her eyes over her father's one word. "Not too into this sexist naming thing. If you hurried up and named it, we wouldn't have to keep calling it...well, it."

Weyland chuckled, a raspy sound as he shook his head. "I had no doubt they would be fine with the task set out ahead of them, wouldn't have chosen them otherwise." Minerva leaned her chin against her palm and looked at him bluntly. Whatever the point of that was, she didn't know. "Prometheus."

"Sorry?" Minerva may have zoned out a little, she didn't realise her father was even speaking again.

"A name," Weyland stated, "That is it."

"A demigod?" Minerva asked sceptically. Not that history showed that ships had the best of names or anything. Just, she thought her father would've come up with something a little more...she didn't know, creative?

Weyland sent her a blank look. "Yes."

"...Didn't his liver keep regenerating?"

"Yes, it grew back each night. And each day an eagle would eat it." David piped up from the side, Minerva looked at him briefly before looking back at Weyland. She was still a little bitter at him. David frowned, the vibe and feeling was well and truly caught. "I think it is an apt name, sir." He decided to say instead.

Weyland nodded and waved a hand in the air in David's direction. "See, someone who agrees."

Minerva groaned and rolled her eyes, "The bloke stole fire by trickery."

"From the Gods." David pointed out, placing the papers in his hands down in front of Weyland to sign off. He straightened back up and tucked his arms behind himself.

Minerva frowned, she held her hands up, "Whatever. I don't care what it's called. Or why it has that name. I just thought it was overdue being dubbed something."

David tilted his head, "I thought you would be interested in the mythology behind it."

"Because I look like I'm interested in mythology?" Minerva frowned again, she pushed herself upright in the chair and stared hard at him. "I'm not. I don't care."

"Tell me, if it was your task, what would you name the ship?" David asked curiously.

"It isn't my job, nor was it ever going to be my job so it doesn't matter."

"You won't even humour my rhetorical question? That is a shame. I believe someone has had a bad day, sir." David looked down at the elderly man beside him.

Weyland nodded, "It seems that way, doesn't it?"

Minerva gritted her teeth and clutched onto the arms of the chair. "Now you're both making me seem like a hysterical tantruming child." She looked between the pair, they just looked at her simply in turn. "Whatever, if I'm not needed anymore, I'm going home."

"Actually," Weyland fidgeted in his seat, he leaned forwards and held out papers to her.

Minerva stood, stepping forwards she briefly looked at David. He just watched her take the papers with a small smile on his face. Mainly because he knew who those were for, his smile just grew a little when he saw Minerva's face drop. "I'm not playing delivery girl!" She exclaimed, "Can you not just-"

"Minnie," Weyland said lowly, Minerva stood stock still and slack faced then. Slowly she blinked though and looked at him, he just looked at her frankly. Most parents would use someone's full name when it came to scolding, Weyland was sort of the opposite. The source of her nickname in fact came from the fact that she was quiet like a mouse when she was a child, and small. "Take them to Meredith, that is all."

"Okay, father." Minerva sighed and hung her head before turning on her heels and walking away. Much like David, she was rather unable to disobey an order, or request from him. She flicked through the files as she walked to Meredith's office, it wasn't even that long distance away really. She turned them over and read them, frowning gently she hummed.

"Enjoy reading other people's post?"

Minerva jumped and in doing so dropped the papers. She fell to the ground and scrambled them up, from the expensive looking shoes in her field of vision, she didn't need to guess who was standing above her. "Sorry."

"There's something wrong with you."

Minerva jumped up and held the papers out, Meredith looked down at her with calculating eyes. "What's new? You always thought there was something wrong with me."

"No," Meredith took the papers and turned into her office. "I thought there was something wrong with what was done to you. There's a difference." Meredith shot over her shoulder while setting the papers down and leaning back against the desk.

Minerva shut the door and stepped into the room. "So...does that mean, that you liked me once?"

Meredith sighed, she looked around the room, taking a long look out the large window before running her tongue over her bottom lip. "You were my sister." Meredith's eyes flicked to look sidelong at her. "I am not totally inhuman as to not care that my little sister died, and got resurrected into a machine."

"But I'm not her..."

"And therein lies the problem." Meredith smiled cynically. "You look like her, sound like her, have her memories, but you're not her." Meredith blinked slowly, inhaling deeply she pushed away from the desk. "Are we done here?"

"I punched David." Minerva blurted out.

Meredith double took, she was hoping to be left alone. But that made her pause, she tilted her head, a rare smile even appearing on her face as she looked mildly amused. "He probably deserved it."

Minerva shook her head, only to stop and look at her feet. "Maybe..."

Meredith looked upwards, she stood motionless for a few moments. Stepping forwards she walked towards her, Minerva looked up slowly. "We were family once, you and I, and our father saw fit to disrupt the equilibrium by bringing in David. You probably don't fully remember the first David. You were terrified of it. Always running away, hiding, more often than not in my room. It would try and find you, because it didn't understand. This David seems as oblivious, no matter what the upgrade, he, and others like him, won't understand what he has done wrong." Meredith just looked at Minerva, "I wouldn't feel guilty for punching him, Minerva. You probably won't be the only one to do so." She looked to the door then back at her.

Minerva smiled, she nodded and stepped back. "Thanks."

"You really shouldn't thank me. I've not done anything." Meredith turned and returned to sit at her desk.

"You're wrong," Meredith looked at her curiously. Minerva held the door open and smiled. "If anything you've shown that you're not as wholly selfish as I believed. There was a time where you liked me, paid attention and was sisterly to me even." She walked forwards and turned to look at the woman. "It wouldn't come in your room, because I think it was scared of you."

Meredith smirked, "With understandable reasons. Why do you think other David's don't venture near, or in unless with someone else?"

Minerva laughed over her words before growing solemn. "I'm sorry I didn't stay dead. I didn't opt for this, you know?"

"Our father is a rather selfish man, if you haven't noticed this already then you're not as quick as I thought. Your death destroyed him, it doesn't surprise me that in his grief he concocted this idea, then got too far in to turn back." Meredith turned her attention to her computer, "If that is all, then I have work to do."

Minerva nodded, she shut the door and walked away with a small smile on her face. So they were talking, slightly civilly. Did she think they'd ever be sisterly? No. That was a fools hope. She turned back into her father's office and sat down with a small sigh and a smile still on her face.

Weyland for one looked confused. "You've perked up."

Minerva smiled, "I think Meredith and I have got to an impasse." She explained, she noted how David turned slowly from a filing cabinet with a hard look on his face. That seemed like a bitter pill to swallow.

"I didn't foresee that happening." Which was true, he believed that Meredith would always dislike Minerva. And subsequently other synthetics like her.

"She still dislikes me, but...I don't think she dislikes me as much as I thought." Minerva smiled, she patted her knees and shrugged. "I'm not saying we're going to have sisterly time..." She realised she was rambling, mainly because of the look Weyland sent her did she shut up. Looking at her shoes, she smiled and shrugged, "Is there anything else?"

"No," Weyland sighed and pushed himself back in his chair. "No, I think we are all done for the day." David was there to help steady him, though Weyland looked disgruntled over needing the help to begin with.

Minerva got the door and walked out before turning to looking at the pair. "What are we going to do about my medical?" She asked curiously, she didn't quite know how to get around this. Other than flat out lying, which seemed likely.

Weyland looked at her seriously, "You're much in the same position as myself, and Meredith. Regardless, you will be onboard."

"So...we won't even need to lie about me passing?"

Weyland shook his head slowly, "We will make something work."

Minerva sighed and leaned against the wall of the elevator. "When it comes to being on the ship...will I be awake with David?"

"For pretence sake, you'll be asleep too." Weyland said, earning surprised looks from the pair.

"I...will be asleep?" Minerva asked confusedly, asleep? Her, asleep? She looked around the elevator before looking at David, his surprised expression slowly changed. He now stood looking at her with a blank look. "But, won't that mess around with my systems?"

Weyland scoffed, "It'll be better than what it does to a human." And with that he shuffled out the elevator, shrugging David's hand off his arm as he went.

Minerva stepped beside David, he flicked his eyes down at her. "Despite what's happened, the fact that you annoyed me, I would not want to leave you on your own."

David smiled, "I do have other things to preoccupy my time. Contrary to what you believe, not everything revolves around you. I am to learn the language of these possible creatures we are to find, that'll take up my time, along with keeping the ship maintained." David said casually, despite of his rather spiteful words. Minerva just looked at him with wide eyes, with a sigh and a smile sent at her, he tilted his head. "The car is waiting for us. We do not want to keep your father waiting, do we?" He turned and walked away towards the car which was waiting for them. Minerva watched him go, scuffing her feet along the ground she followed after him. Home sounded good. Home, and away from David sounded even better. He was still clearly annoyed over earlier, and somehow his mood had got ever steadily worse as the day went on.

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(Edited: 14/June/2021)