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Posted. Sorry if it's a bit of a mess, I had a lot of catching up to do and it's quite late at night.
She’d only known the man for a little over two weeks, but she already had an immense respect for her chief engineering officer. Despite conservative estimates on warp availability, Lee had managed a solution that would allow them to jump to warp 5, if only for a fraction of a second.
With a bit of coordination and luck, they got the hell out of that star system, although they were probably the last to do so.
After the briefest of jumps, they appeared at the edge of the system, moving along at one half impulse power behind the USS Aurora. Ahead of them was the greatest gaggle of unusual ships that Noelle had ever seen.
There was little time to stare and gawk at the ships through the viewscreen, however.
On the bridge, Nephenee was having a field day intercepting the communications traffic between the vessels.
“There are multiple requests for identification from various vessels, captain,” she said, replaying the set of relevant messages for the rest of the bridge to hear.
“That’s… A bit to take in all at once,” mused the acting captain. “Has the Aurora responded?”
“She has,” responded the science officer, still picking through the morass of communications. “Diplomatic as expected of a Starfleet vessel. Shall we respond with a message of our own, captain?”
Noelle nodded slightly, giving a wry smile. She pressed a button on the LCARS interface on her armrest.
“This is Captain Noelle Tatham Poole of the USS Illustrious. We mean no harm and are currently engaged with recovery efforts of our own people.”
She sighed, and sank back into her seat as she finished the general hail. From what she could see, the other ships were cooperating with each other, but she could only hope that that would hold.
“Captain?”
Noelle straightened herself back up in her seat. She would need a nice, long rest after this shitstorm blew over. “Yes, Nephenee?”
“The Aurora has just sent us a set of coordinates. It looks like they aren’t comfortable getting too close to the other vessels.”
Noelle nodded. “That’s a sound enough move. Helmsman, move us into those coordinates.”
The science officer didn’t seem to be finished, however.
“It also seems… A good number of the traffic here is in fact transmitting in Earth languages,” said the science officer with an intrigued expression. “Japanese and English, specifically. It seems to back up the evidence that we are in an alternate universe… No, that each ship here is likely from independent universes.”
“If that is true, how has this happened? Or… to what purpose?”
“It’s… Not unprecedented, but nothing on the scale of this.”
“I see… This is going to be a diplomatic mess, isn’t it?” she shook her head. “We may have a common ground with fellow… Earthlings. But they will likely be the people we will have watch out even more for. There’s no knowing from what kind of Earth they came from.”
“In anycase, we need to get up to speed with the Aurora,” continued Noelle, nodding toward Alara. “Let’s see what they’ve learned from the other ships.”
With a bit of coordination and luck, they got the hell out of that star system, although they were probably the last to do so.
After the briefest of jumps, they appeared at the edge of the system, moving along at one half impulse power behind the USS Aurora. Ahead of them was the greatest gaggle of unusual ships that Noelle had ever seen.
There was little time to stare and gawk at the ships through the viewscreen, however.
On the bridge, Nephenee was having a field day intercepting the communications traffic between the vessels.
“There are multiple requests for identification from various vessels, captain,” she said, replaying the set of relevant messages for the rest of the bridge to hear.
“That’s… A bit to take in all at once,” mused the acting captain. “Has the Aurora responded?”
“She has,” responded the science officer, still picking through the morass of communications. “Diplomatic as expected of a Starfleet vessel. Shall we respond with a message of our own, captain?”
Noelle nodded slightly, giving a wry smile. She pressed a button on the LCARS interface on her armrest.
“This is Captain Noelle Tatham Poole of the USS Illustrious. We mean no harm and are currently engaged with recovery efforts of our own people.”
She sighed, and sank back into her seat as she finished the general hail. From what she could see, the other ships were cooperating with each other, but she could only hope that that would hold.
“Captain?”
Noelle straightened herself back up in her seat. She would need a nice, long rest after this shitstorm blew over. “Yes, Nephenee?”
“The Aurora has just sent us a set of coordinates. It looks like they aren’t comfortable getting too close to the other vessels.”
Noelle nodded. “That’s a sound enough move. Helmsman, move us into those coordinates.”
The science officer didn’t seem to be finished, however.
“It also seems… A good number of the traffic here is in fact transmitting in Earth languages,” said the science officer with an intrigued expression. “Japanese and English, specifically. It seems to back up the evidence that we are in an alternate universe… No, that each ship here is likely from independent universes.”
“If that is true, how has this happened? Or… to what purpose?”
“It’s… Not unprecedented, but nothing on the scale of this.”
“I see… This is going to be a diplomatic mess, isn’t it?” she shook her head. “We may have a common ground with fellow… Earthlings. But they will likely be the people we will have watch out even more for. There’s no knowing from what kind of Earth they came from.”
“In anycase, we need to get up to speed with the Aurora,” continued Noelle, nodding toward Alara. “Let’s see what they’ve learned from the other ships.”
Well shit. Yeah, I'll be posting tomorrow as well. Sorry.
“Hold.”
Lyra, who had barely spoken since the family maid appeared, finally spoke up. A few meters away was a large, crater-like hole, and in the distance, the sheer face of the mountain, dotted with similar holes. They did not look recent, but everybody knew that it was most certainly not an act of nature.
“Is this it?” asked Chad, in a lowered voice.
The young mage shook her head. She had a few ideas, but she could be certain until they actually got to so-called prison. Nonetheless, she proffered a conclusion that immediately darkened Chad’s face.
“I don’t think we were the first to attack this place,” she commented. “They are craters, left over from a previous engagement or similar expedition. If it is from an Astopolian weapon, which it very is, I would wager a single unmitigated hit would put a swift end to our efforts.”
As was par for the course, Lyra’s comments were helpful but delivered in a completely tactless manner. The tense atmosphere of the group certainly was not aided by her comments, and Chad merely shook his head.
“Well, we can’t fall back now.” Chad seemed to come a conclusion, and waved over a sailor.
“Mr. Bennet, according to Mr. Lenz, the pit should be just over the summit. I want you and your men to hold this position. Fortify yourselves, and remember your primary mission: deny them of any and all reinforcements.”
Mr. Bennet, a trim officer with military discipline nodded grimly, and he and his party of six detached themselves from the group for a more defensible position.
With the first stage of the plan executed, all was left for the main party to rush the sad little Astopolian pit. After taking a moment to rest, and for Lyra to prepare her own defensive and supportive spells, the party forged on with her in front, making straight for the pit and perhaps utter disaster.
Lyra, who had barely spoken since the family maid appeared, finally spoke up. A few meters away was a large, crater-like hole, and in the distance, the sheer face of the mountain, dotted with similar holes. They did not look recent, but everybody knew that it was most certainly not an act of nature.
“Is this it?” asked Chad, in a lowered voice.
The young mage shook her head. She had a few ideas, but she could be certain until they actually got to so-called prison. Nonetheless, she proffered a conclusion that immediately darkened Chad’s face.
“I don’t think we were the first to attack this place,” she commented. “They are craters, left over from a previous engagement or similar expedition. If it is from an Astopolian weapon, which it very is, I would wager a single unmitigated hit would put a swift end to our efforts.”
As was par for the course, Lyra’s comments were helpful but delivered in a completely tactless manner. The tense atmosphere of the group certainly was not aided by her comments, and Chad merely shook his head.
“Well, we can’t fall back now.” Chad seemed to come a conclusion, and waved over a sailor.
“Mr. Bennet, according to Mr. Lenz, the pit should be just over the summit. I want you and your men to hold this position. Fortify yourselves, and remember your primary mission: deny them of any and all reinforcements.”
Mr. Bennet, a trim officer with military discipline nodded grimly, and he and his party of six detached themselves from the group for a more defensible position.
With the first stage of the plan executed, all was left for the main party to rush the sad little Astopolian pit. After taking a moment to rest, and for Lyra to prepare her own defensive and supportive spells, the party forged on with her in front, making straight for the pit and perhaps utter disaster.
True to Chad’s words, the party was underway within ten minutes, making slow, but steady progress through the thick, mountainous forest of Hanzen. The little expeditionary force of fourteen people was a sad little sight to behold, with what little semblance of a respectable band of individuals only upheld by the likes of Lyra, Rilolia, and her presumptuous vampire butler.
With Chad and Lyra at the front, the rag-tag band made it a kilometer into the forest until they were met by a small clearing, likely the remnants of a long forgotten dirt road. It was a quiet little place, perfect for a pleasant picnic in any other circumstance. Ahead, on the low branches of an oak tree sat a lone girl. Instintively, the merchant captain reached for the sword at his side, but was stopped by Lyra, who placed her arm in front of him. In a single smooth sweeping motion, the individual jumped off the tree, gracefully landing in the center of the dirt clearing. She was cleanly dressed, clad in full maid’s garb, despite being in the middle of a forest on a mountain. Chad’s eyes widened as he spied the clasp just below the hem of her collar. It was a golden clasp in the shape of a shield. In the center was a smooth azure sapphire with a golden trident inlaid in the center of the gem. The Mauritanian house symbol was unmistakable, worn only by the primary members of the Mauritania family and high ranking members of their household. Lyra too had the same crest adorning both of her sleeves. The presence of the crest on this maid’s uniform meant that she was no other than Lyra’s personal maidservant from the main household. Chad groaned.
The girl, no younger than Lyra bowed in front of the group, her short hair, tied up in a maid’s headdress bobbing as she did so. The young maid’s deadpan expression changed into a slight frown as she looked judgmentally at the group behind her mistress. Recognizing that Rilolia and Lenz were on a somewhat equal social standing to Lyra and herself, she introduced herself and curtsied once again, this time directed towards them.
“Milady,” she started, in a smooth even-toned voice, “Might I ask why you are in a foreign forest with such unusual company?” The maid stopped herself short of saying “awful company” so to not offend her mistress’s more cultured companions.
Chad’s face visibly twitched as the purple-haired maid spoke. “Nephenee Ruvenheiz-Mauritania,” said Chad, grumbling in recognition. “I could ask the same thing of you. Aren’t you rather far away from home yourself?”
“Master Bay Mauritania saw it fit to send to send somebody to protect Lady Lyra and honor fell upon me,” said the maid, with a brief flicker in her otherwise deadpan expression that betrayed a hint of contempt. “Some dreadful activity has happened in Dansila and Illiserev. Precautionary measures are a natural nature of the family, Mr. Howard. Now, might I ask again why you are conducting covert combat operations in Astopolian territory, Mr. Howard?”
“Nephenee,” said Lyra, finally speaking up. Her neutral tone seemed to display her disinterest in the conversation at hand. “I am helping my friend Rilolia here save… A friend. I find the experience to be interesting and educational. The situation created here is mine and mine alone. Chad is only the person that is executing my wishes. That said… Please tell me more about what has happened while I was away…”
And that was that. Nephenee became the 15th member of the sorry little band of people, and the remaining two kilometer trek remained uneventful as the maid brought the party up to speed about current events, and vice versa. After an hour, they finally reached the vicinity of the pit that held Vance Warren.
With Chad and Lyra at the front, the rag-tag band made it a kilometer into the forest until they were met by a small clearing, likely the remnants of a long forgotten dirt road. It was a quiet little place, perfect for a pleasant picnic in any other circumstance. Ahead, on the low branches of an oak tree sat a lone girl. Instintively, the merchant captain reached for the sword at his side, but was stopped by Lyra, who placed her arm in front of him. In a single smooth sweeping motion, the individual jumped off the tree, gracefully landing in the center of the dirt clearing. She was cleanly dressed, clad in full maid’s garb, despite being in the middle of a forest on a mountain. Chad’s eyes widened as he spied the clasp just below the hem of her collar. It was a golden clasp in the shape of a shield. In the center was a smooth azure sapphire with a golden trident inlaid in the center of the gem. The Mauritanian house symbol was unmistakable, worn only by the primary members of the Mauritania family and high ranking members of their household. Lyra too had the same crest adorning both of her sleeves. The presence of the crest on this maid’s uniform meant that she was no other than Lyra’s personal maidservant from the main household. Chad groaned.
The girl, no younger than Lyra bowed in front of the group, her short hair, tied up in a maid’s headdress bobbing as she did so. The young maid’s deadpan expression changed into a slight frown as she looked judgmentally at the group behind her mistress. Recognizing that Rilolia and Lenz were on a somewhat equal social standing to Lyra and herself, she introduced herself and curtsied once again, this time directed towards them.
“Milady,” she started, in a smooth even-toned voice, “Might I ask why you are in a foreign forest with such unusual company?” The maid stopped herself short of saying “awful company” so to not offend her mistress’s more cultured companions.
Chad’s face visibly twitched as the purple-haired maid spoke. “Nephenee Ruvenheiz-Mauritania,” said Chad, grumbling in recognition. “I could ask the same thing of you. Aren’t you rather far away from home yourself?”
“Master Bay Mauritania saw it fit to send to send somebody to protect Lady Lyra and honor fell upon me,” said the maid, with a brief flicker in her otherwise deadpan expression that betrayed a hint of contempt. “Some dreadful activity has happened in Dansila and Illiserev. Precautionary measures are a natural nature of the family, Mr. Howard. Now, might I ask again why you are conducting covert combat operations in Astopolian territory, Mr. Howard?”
“Nephenee,” said Lyra, finally speaking up. Her neutral tone seemed to display her disinterest in the conversation at hand. “I am helping my friend Rilolia here save… A friend. I find the experience to be interesting and educational. The situation created here is mine and mine alone. Chad is only the person that is executing my wishes. That said… Please tell me more about what has happened while I was away…”
And that was that. Nephenee became the 15th member of the sorry little band of people, and the remaining two kilometer trek remained uneventful as the maid brought the party up to speed about current events, and vice versa. After an hour, they finally reached the vicinity of the pit that held Vance Warren.
“Hmm?”
Nephenee Harper looked up from the display of her console as commander Alara spoke to her. The security of the communication was a little dated compared to current Federation standards, but for their current fast moving and critical situation, it was perfectly fine.”
“That would be a good idea,” she agreed. “We shouldn’t need to do much to get a compatible link.”
She was about to proffer another suggestion, but she immediately noticed that Alara was a bit shaken.
“Commander?”
It seemed she had realized that their time was more than a century apart.
“That is… Not exactly the case,” said the acting captain, speaking carefully. “I think Nephenee can better explain our situation.”
The science officer nodded, brushing aside her hair as she looked up again.
“We haven’t gotten a 100% grasp of the situation, but we ran a quantum scan on several of the ships in the area during our sensor sweep, including the Aurora. There is reason to believe we are not just from different time periods, but of separate quantum realities, as is this current universe. Our records of the USS Aurora differ vastly from the ship we see now, which seems to confirm this theory. There’s still a concern for the Prime Directive, but this is not exactly a black and white situation…”
Nephenee’s explanation was cut short by the sounds of weapons fire, followed by Alara’s indication of another vessel approaching.
“Evasive maneuvers,” commanded Noelle. At the same time, she received a communication from Lee in the engineering department. Shields were up.
“Shields up, get us out of here at full impulse,” she continued. “I want us out of this system before those ships can get into a proper firing position.”
She turned back to Alara.
“I know this may be a bit much at the moment, but we actually have no dedicated tactical officer. He was due to come aboard tomorrow… A day too late. The console interface we have may be different, but the essential functions should be the same in principle... I suppose we’ll have more time to discuss our situation after getting out of here.”
Nephenee Harper looked up from the display of her console as commander Alara spoke to her. The security of the communication was a little dated compared to current Federation standards, but for their current fast moving and critical situation, it was perfectly fine.”
“That would be a good idea,” she agreed. “We shouldn’t need to do much to get a compatible link.”
She was about to proffer another suggestion, but she immediately noticed that Alara was a bit shaken.
“Commander?”
It seemed she had realized that their time was more than a century apart.
“That is… Not exactly the case,” said the acting captain, speaking carefully. “I think Nephenee can better explain our situation.”
The science officer nodded, brushing aside her hair as she looked up again.
“We haven’t gotten a 100% grasp of the situation, but we ran a quantum scan on several of the ships in the area during our sensor sweep, including the Aurora. There is reason to believe we are not just from different time periods, but of separate quantum realities, as is this current universe. Our records of the USS Aurora differ vastly from the ship we see now, which seems to confirm this theory. There’s still a concern for the Prime Directive, but this is not exactly a black and white situation…”
Nephenee’s explanation was cut short by the sounds of weapons fire, followed by Alara’s indication of another vessel approaching.
“Evasive maneuvers,” commanded Noelle. At the same time, she received a communication from Lee in the engineering department. Shields were up.
“Shields up, get us out of here at full impulse,” she continued. “I want us out of this system before those ships can get into a proper firing position.”
She turned back to Alara.
“I know this may be a bit much at the moment, but we actually have no dedicated tactical officer. He was due to come aboard tomorrow… A day too late. The console interface we have may be different, but the essential functions should be the same in principle... I suppose we’ll have more time to discuss our situation after getting out of here.”
I'll post as soon as I can tomorrow.
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Apologies on delay, I've been busy. I'll post as soon as I wake up tomorrow.
Speaking of which, we haven't seen our GM for a while.
Sorry, been busy. Will post as soon as I can.
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