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@Prima Luce
Boris is having fun and doesn't hesitate. He chases after the bacon to the end of the hall, pausing to tilt his head with curiosity at the door opening on its own. Once the door is opened his attention goes back to the bacon and tries to grab it. But again the bacon escapes and he follows it into the room.
Boris is having fun and doesn't hesitate. He chases after the bacon to the end of the hall, pausing to tilt his head with curiosity at the door opening on its own. Once the door is opened his attention goes back to the bacon and tries to grab it. But again the bacon escapes and he follows it into the room.
@Prima Luce
“Heh-heh-heh.”
Boris chuckles and follows the bacon out of the lounge room, past the front door and up the stairs. At the landing of the first floor he attempts to grab it.
“Heh-heh-heh.”
Boris chuckles and follows the bacon out of the lounge room, past the front door and up the stairs. At the landing of the first floor he attempts to grab it.
@Prima Luce
Boris sure was enjoying his meal, so much he hardly reacted to the shaking table from the girly sigh. The bacon leaving his grasp had a different effect on him, though. His mouth dropped open in surprise, then the surprise turned to a pouting doe-eyed look as the bacon took off into the lounge room.
"Gosh..." Boris mumbled, "I sure haven't seen bacon fly before."
Still, despite his food flying away, he became a little amused by the incident. By time the bacon vanished into the lounge room, he was wearing a goofy, playful smile and raised to his feet to go after it. But he paused for a moment, distracted by a jar on the kitchen counter above the cupboard. The jar was filled with cookies - and this made Boris even happier! He now had some food to take with him for later as well.
Quickly, he shoved the jar of cookies into his backpack and left the kitchen. As he entered the lounge room in search of the flying bacon, he was tiptoeing like a child playing a game of hide and seek. His suspenseful eyes darted around the lounge room; at the murdered woman, the headless man, the floor, the giant hole in the ceiling....
"Where did you go, Mr. Bacon?"
Boris sure was enjoying his meal, so much he hardly reacted to the shaking table from the girly sigh. The bacon leaving his grasp had a different effect on him, though. His mouth dropped open in surprise, then the surprise turned to a pouting doe-eyed look as the bacon took off into the lounge room.
"Gosh..." Boris mumbled, "I sure haven't seen bacon fly before."
Still, despite his food flying away, he became a little amused by the incident. By time the bacon vanished into the lounge room, he was wearing a goofy, playful smile and raised to his feet to go after it. But he paused for a moment, distracted by a jar on the kitchen counter above the cupboard. The jar was filled with cookies - and this made Boris even happier! He now had some food to take with him for later as well.
Quickly, he shoved the jar of cookies into his backpack and left the kitchen. As he entered the lounge room in search of the flying bacon, he was tiptoeing like a child playing a game of hide and seek. His suspenseful eyes darted around the lounge room; at the murdered woman, the headless man, the floor, the giant hole in the ceiling....
"Where did you go, Mr. Bacon?"
@Metatrooper
Meta finishes telling Fanny how terrible the beer tastes. She raises one brow with a little grin, places her hand on his shoulder while she admired his fair skin, his dark eyes and short, black velvet hair as she tells him;
“Why do you want to hide such a beautiful face…?”
Before Meta can answer, he feels a curios sensation. Fanny fades from his sight as a vision takes hold.
While Meta enters his vision, unaware of things taking place around him, Fanny laughs softly while placing his helmet back on. The Tempest communication systems then receives a reply from the Quatis. This time not automated:
“This is Captain Burgor of the Quatis fleet ship Anos. We have received your transmission. Please reply.”
Fanny walks to the terminal and pressed the appropriate button to open a link to the Quatis captain:
“This is Meta of the Tempest.” She says in the voice of Meta. “I intend no ill will. I was brought here by accident and only wish to restore my systems to full capacity. If there is any assistance you can offer, I’d be grateful.”
“We understand.” The captain replies. “Our readings indicate a single biological life form on board your vessel. Presumably your own. Please confirm.”
“Confirmed, Captain. I am the only biological life form on board The Tempest.”
“Very well.” The captain says. “Standby. Assistance is on its way. We ask that you stand down any and all weaponry before the arrival of our crew. It would do you well to comply to these conditions.”
“All and any threats have been rescinded. Your crew can arrive safely and have no fear of reprisal. I await your assistance.”
“Standby. Assistance is on its way.” The Captain confirms.
When Meta wakes from his vision, he is still standing, while the memory of the event in his vision remains. If he looks around now, he will see that Fanny is gone. The bridge is now being occupied by several Quatis officers. They materialize in front of him. There are 12 Quatis officers now on board the Tempest, all dressed in a likewise fashion of cream colored cloaks. Each have a gun attached to their hip and a case of appropriate technological instruments in one hand. They are ready to get to work.
One of the officers step forward, and speaks;
“If you're finished with your beer, my name is officer Borstal of The Quatis. These are my subordinates. We are here per your request. Where would you like us to begin the restoration of your systems?”
@jorcool
Once Jens completed his enquiry, Fanny May takes a short, polite moment to turn her attention to James. Her look in that moment is one of fleeting yet admiral amusement, while at the same time James receives some words from her. James will know that no one else can hear these words, only him, entering his mind as if they were thoughts of his own, except in the voice of Fanny:
“I know that feeling, my beloved.”
She then returns her focus to the Admiral, opening her mouth to reply;
“You took care of me without asking for recompense, so what sort of person would I be to request payment for information that may in turn preserve your own life, and the lives of your people? The information is complimentary, Admiral, so it is with your free will.”
She leans back in her seat, a portrayal of her ease. At this moment, Fanny disappears from the view of any and all security surveillance in the room. For all security watching from another room, she would seem to have disappeared, her chair appears empty, and yet her voice can still be heard and her physical body can still be seen as normal by anyone in the same room as her. Even more than this, as if their technology has been commandeered by an unknown power, one of the monitors on the Primary Bridge blacks out for a moment, before being replaced by a view of the room where Fanny and Jens are currently speaking. Those on the preliminary Bridge can hear her speaking, but they cannot see her either.
“Furthermore, Admiral… The wormhole technology used by your people is less than perfect, and in this specific dimension of the universe it will be even less reliable. We have an issue, your people and I. There is a spatial anomaly plaguing this dimension. This anomaly has been randomly destroying civilizations throughout the universe and seems to be attracted to those of questionable… intentions. The reason I mention this specifically is that this anomaly has created havoc in subspace. You will find that wormholes and any other form of inter-dimensional travel is less adhesive than they normally would be.”
She pauses, becoming visible to surveillance technology again and turns to look directly at the surveillance equipment in the room. The individuals on the Primary bridge will see her looking straight at them as she finishes;
And one more thing, my friends. Take care with the planet your fleet has made contact with at present, they are a young people. I understand that your present contact was unintentional. But take heed… do not infect them with knowledge before their time. I trust you will make the right decisions from this point on, as I have seen you are capable of doing so. ...Dorsin ost Halit.”
As Fanny May concludes her lengthy speech, the officers in the Hangar would probably be surprised to see that Fanny’s craft, The Jezebel, becomes unstable. It begins to dissolve into the atmosphere. Like a mirage, it waves as it were vapor caught in a breeze and fades out of existence.
@Doc Doctor
The door of the turbo lift closed behind the security officers as Donny began to speak.
The foremost officer was intensely curios. He narrowed his eyes, jaw shifting to one side. The other men were finding it hard to hide their trepidation. They had recently arrived in unknown space, and had no idea what to expect. The recent events didn’t help them relax. Tense trigger fingers.
“What woman?” The officer asked. His voice was truly that of confusion as Donny lowered his forehead to the floor. “The prisoner was the only bio reading current in the cell before preliminary security arrived.”
Nevertheless, the officer took Donny’s words as a note of caution. Thinking for a moment, he then signaled to six of his men. The back two lines of officers quickly rushed off down the corridor to manage the situation while the other four officers remain.
The tension and disorientation for the moment may have muffled their ears, or maybe the sound of Donny’s wheezing and the scuffle of six officers rushing off to the holding room muffled the sound of Donny’s zip. Either way, none of them were yet observant of the sound.
“Private Hanlon?” The officer quickly continued with his examination, though at this pint his tension was coming a little undone. Instead of seeing Donny’s misuse of terms as a clear sign to remain suspicious, he received it as an attempt at humor from Hanlon. “This isn’t the time for jokes, is it, Hanlon?” Still, he wasn’t completely convinced that Donny was telling the truth. It was his job to be suspicious.
At this point, the four remaining security became silent, though noticeably more relaxed. Two in the line behind the leading officer, no doubt not as smart as the others, lowered their rifles a little, while the six officers sent to manage the situation were rounding the corner to the holding room behind Donny. But it was in that moment that the leading officer realized something was obviously amiss. How in the hell did this one officer, Hanlon, manage to escape an obviously dangerous criminal and at the same time be aware that said prisoner was accessing his personal effects from the crate? After taking down three well trained men, did this prisoner just let this one run? That didn’t sound right. And who was this woman? There was no woman… there was no other life sign….
He opened his mouth to speak, but didn’t. In an instant of understanding his mistake, he heard Donny’s zipper some to an end of its line. This one man crouching before him had somehow managed to take down four well trained Quatis security officers without even being armed. His present danger became all too real in that moment. It was nothing more than sheer terror that stopped his words from forming. His face paled quickly as the rifle shuttered in his grip….
He utters the words; “My children… I can’t die today.”
@Zyngard@Dartbored Fairy@Prima Luce
Pirila’s dizziness was probably made worse, as she could see through the window of the bridge that they were rising above the land and soon exited the atmosphere to enter space. Her world was now just a ball below them. In the distance she and Hida can see ten other objects floating in space at a distance. The Quatis Fleet.
Lieutenant Shard, who had also followed, grabs Pirila by the hand. She had seen Pirila’s face pale.
“Come with me,” She says, and leads Pirila back into the previous room where Cuna was sitting on the floor. Shard smiles at Cuna and motions with her head, saying; “Why not explore the rest of the ship? There are three other doors to choose from. I dare you to find Dino’s bedchamber.”
That said, she gives Cuna another wink and then leads Pirila through one of the three doors. Beyond that door they find themselves in a room full of all types of strange equipment and containers. Releasing Pirla’s hand, Shard opens a cabinet and produces a small gun type device that she holds to Pirila’s neck and quickly pulls the trigger. Almost instantly, Pirila will feel her dizziness and all other ill effects subside. Without first asking is she is feeling better, Shard asks;
“Is that cute guy out there… available? I really want to get to know him better… wait… What am I talking about again?”
Shard seems genuinely confused, as if the topic of her thoughts about Cuna had somehow forsaken her.
Back on the bridge, Cas and Dino are busy. They receive coordinates from the Flagship, the last known whereabouts of the missing girl, Mili, indicted by the latest scans of the surrounding solar systems. Within seconds, Cas set in the coordinates of their destination while Dino switched the DGS to a subspace jump mode. In that instant the image of space outside began to change. It was as though all the stars in the universe were suddenly drawn together, aligned in a wall of white light that submerged the DGS. An instant later, the wall of white light broke away as the universe expanded to its rightful setting once again. In just those few moments they had arrived in orbit of another planet in another system. It was a mostly barren planet of deserts and rock. The ships sensors indicated the planet was riddled with a broad system of sub-terrain caves and passages.
Dino and Cas quickly start conducting scans to locate Mili’s specific bio signature. They soon locate her signature some 30 meters below the surface, in the company of the bio reading that matches her abductor.
@Quote5@CmdrAlfieq
Fanny is disturbed by the Commander’s response to Ernest. The commander had noted his preference to use Ernest as a means to spare supplies and equipment on Iceolia. He has valued these items more than the lives of his people on that planet.
Her face becomes cold, and so does the air inside the room. The temperature in the room drops 0 degrees Celsius, which is enough to make the commander shiver.
Fanny says to the commander: “I see you have clarified your principles. Maybe you should reconsider…. After all, the life of an individual cannot be replaced so easily as supplies and equipment. Not in 20 years. Not in 50. Not even in a millennia. Dorsin ost Halit, Commander. You have been tested. …You have a short time to change your mind….”
Before the commander has a chance to reply, then the room shakes as Fanny disappears. As she vanishes, Junior-Ernest hears a lingering message from her, stating:
“I have not yet forsaken you.”
Momentarily, Fanny appears alone aboard the Ernest. There is a tear rolling down her face.
“You now have the opportunity to change his mind.” She tells him. “Regardless, Ernest…. Do what the commander asks of you. I will be watching.”
Miss Fanny May is then gone in the blink of an eyes.
Meanwhile, Hany's Ribbon is once again increasing speed. At this present increase of velocity, it is now only 30 minutes away.
@Quote5
While the members of Rodia are quarreling about leadership, Ramrod and Hank’s craft are continuing to quickly distance themselves farther and farther from their position. The craft eventually enters the atmosphere of an M-class planet (one ideal for supporting life). Entering the atmosphere causes the craft to shake violently as it descends quickly to the land below.
To answer Ramrod’s hysterical question, Hank’s screen lights up with a view of outside, which at the moment is just fire, the flames of their hull starting to burn up in the atmosphere. Fortunately, the flames soon subside and the image displays the green flora of the land speeding towards them.
“Hold onto your boots!” Hank yells out in a voice of both excitement and fear, “We’re in for a not so soft landi -”
Before he finish yelling the craft crashed. The impact was enough to detach Hank from the wall in a trail of sparks before smashing against another wall. His view screen went black as it cracked down the center and the last word of his voice was cut off. The sound of the twisting and buckling metal of the craft was a tremendously terrifying sound as it continued roll and tumble across the landscape of the planet and eventually came to a stop. In that moment, the hull of the craft cracked open as sunlight filled the room.
Hank was a mess, a cracked and seemingly dead monitor, looking like nothing more than an old and ruined flat-screen TV in the corner.
Meta finishes telling Fanny how terrible the beer tastes. She raises one brow with a little grin, places her hand on his shoulder while she admired his fair skin, his dark eyes and short, black velvet hair as she tells him;
“Why do you want to hide such a beautiful face…?”
Before Meta can answer, he feels a curios sensation. Fanny fades from his sight as a vision takes hold.
While Meta enters his vision, unaware of things taking place around him, Fanny laughs softly while placing his helmet back on. The Tempest communication systems then receives a reply from the Quatis. This time not automated:
“This is Captain Burgor of the Quatis fleet ship Anos. We have received your transmission. Please reply.”
Fanny walks to the terminal and pressed the appropriate button to open a link to the Quatis captain:
“This is Meta of the Tempest.” She says in the voice of Meta. “I intend no ill will. I was brought here by accident and only wish to restore my systems to full capacity. If there is any assistance you can offer, I’d be grateful.”
“We understand.” The captain replies. “Our readings indicate a single biological life form on board your vessel. Presumably your own. Please confirm.”
“Confirmed, Captain. I am the only biological life form on board The Tempest.”
“Very well.” The captain says. “Standby. Assistance is on its way. We ask that you stand down any and all weaponry before the arrival of our crew. It would do you well to comply to these conditions.”
“All and any threats have been rescinded. Your crew can arrive safely and have no fear of reprisal. I await your assistance.”
“Standby. Assistance is on its way.” The Captain confirms.
When Meta wakes from his vision, he is still standing, while the memory of the event in his vision remains. If he looks around now, he will see that Fanny is gone. The bridge is now being occupied by several Quatis officers. They materialize in front of him. There are 12 Quatis officers now on board the Tempest, all dressed in a likewise fashion of cream colored cloaks. Each have a gun attached to their hip and a case of appropriate technological instruments in one hand. They are ready to get to work.
One of the officers step forward, and speaks;
“If you're finished with your beer, my name is officer Borstal of The Quatis. These are my subordinates. We are here per your request. Where would you like us to begin the restoration of your systems?”
@jorcool
Once Jens completed his enquiry, Fanny May takes a short, polite moment to turn her attention to James. Her look in that moment is one of fleeting yet admiral amusement, while at the same time James receives some words from her. James will know that no one else can hear these words, only him, entering his mind as if they were thoughts of his own, except in the voice of Fanny:
“I know that feeling, my beloved.”
She then returns her focus to the Admiral, opening her mouth to reply;
“You took care of me without asking for recompense, so what sort of person would I be to request payment for information that may in turn preserve your own life, and the lives of your people? The information is complimentary, Admiral, so it is with your free will.”
She leans back in her seat, a portrayal of her ease. At this moment, Fanny disappears from the view of any and all security surveillance in the room. For all security watching from another room, she would seem to have disappeared, her chair appears empty, and yet her voice can still be heard and her physical body can still be seen as normal by anyone in the same room as her. Even more than this, as if their technology has been commandeered by an unknown power, one of the monitors on the Primary Bridge blacks out for a moment, before being replaced by a view of the room where Fanny and Jens are currently speaking. Those on the preliminary Bridge can hear her speaking, but they cannot see her either.
“Furthermore, Admiral… The wormhole technology used by your people is less than perfect, and in this specific dimension of the universe it will be even less reliable. We have an issue, your people and I. There is a spatial anomaly plaguing this dimension. This anomaly has been randomly destroying civilizations throughout the universe and seems to be attracted to those of questionable… intentions. The reason I mention this specifically is that this anomaly has created havoc in subspace. You will find that wormholes and any other form of inter-dimensional travel is less adhesive than they normally would be.”
She pauses, becoming visible to surveillance technology again and turns to look directly at the surveillance equipment in the room. The individuals on the Primary bridge will see her looking straight at them as she finishes;
And one more thing, my friends. Take care with the planet your fleet has made contact with at present, they are a young people. I understand that your present contact was unintentional. But take heed… do not infect them with knowledge before their time. I trust you will make the right decisions from this point on, as I have seen you are capable of doing so. ...Dorsin ost Halit.”
As Fanny May concludes her lengthy speech, the officers in the Hangar would probably be surprised to see that Fanny’s craft, The Jezebel, becomes unstable. It begins to dissolve into the atmosphere. Like a mirage, it waves as it were vapor caught in a breeze and fades out of existence.
@Doc Doctor
The door of the turbo lift closed behind the security officers as Donny began to speak.
The foremost officer was intensely curios. He narrowed his eyes, jaw shifting to one side. The other men were finding it hard to hide their trepidation. They had recently arrived in unknown space, and had no idea what to expect. The recent events didn’t help them relax. Tense trigger fingers.
“What woman?” The officer asked. His voice was truly that of confusion as Donny lowered his forehead to the floor. “The prisoner was the only bio reading current in the cell before preliminary security arrived.”
Nevertheless, the officer took Donny’s words as a note of caution. Thinking for a moment, he then signaled to six of his men. The back two lines of officers quickly rushed off down the corridor to manage the situation while the other four officers remain.
The tension and disorientation for the moment may have muffled their ears, or maybe the sound of Donny’s wheezing and the scuffle of six officers rushing off to the holding room muffled the sound of Donny’s zip. Either way, none of them were yet observant of the sound.
“Private Hanlon?” The officer quickly continued with his examination, though at this pint his tension was coming a little undone. Instead of seeing Donny’s misuse of terms as a clear sign to remain suspicious, he received it as an attempt at humor from Hanlon. “This isn’t the time for jokes, is it, Hanlon?” Still, he wasn’t completely convinced that Donny was telling the truth. It was his job to be suspicious.
At this point, the four remaining security became silent, though noticeably more relaxed. Two in the line behind the leading officer, no doubt not as smart as the others, lowered their rifles a little, while the six officers sent to manage the situation were rounding the corner to the holding room behind Donny. But it was in that moment that the leading officer realized something was obviously amiss. How in the hell did this one officer, Hanlon, manage to escape an obviously dangerous criminal and at the same time be aware that said prisoner was accessing his personal effects from the crate? After taking down three well trained men, did this prisoner just let this one run? That didn’t sound right. And who was this woman? There was no woman… there was no other life sign….
He opened his mouth to speak, but didn’t. In an instant of understanding his mistake, he heard Donny’s zipper some to an end of its line. This one man crouching before him had somehow managed to take down four well trained Quatis security officers without even being armed. His present danger became all too real in that moment. It was nothing more than sheer terror that stopped his words from forming. His face paled quickly as the rifle shuttered in his grip….
He utters the words; “My children… I can’t die today.”
@Zyngard@Dartbored Fairy@Prima Luce
Pirila’s dizziness was probably made worse, as she could see through the window of the bridge that they were rising above the land and soon exited the atmosphere to enter space. Her world was now just a ball below them. In the distance she and Hida can see ten other objects floating in space at a distance. The Quatis Fleet.
Lieutenant Shard, who had also followed, grabs Pirila by the hand. She had seen Pirila’s face pale.
“Come with me,” She says, and leads Pirila back into the previous room where Cuna was sitting on the floor. Shard smiles at Cuna and motions with her head, saying; “Why not explore the rest of the ship? There are three other doors to choose from. I dare you to find Dino’s bedchamber.”
That said, she gives Cuna another wink and then leads Pirila through one of the three doors. Beyond that door they find themselves in a room full of all types of strange equipment and containers. Releasing Pirla’s hand, Shard opens a cabinet and produces a small gun type device that she holds to Pirila’s neck and quickly pulls the trigger. Almost instantly, Pirila will feel her dizziness and all other ill effects subside. Without first asking is she is feeling better, Shard asks;
“Is that cute guy out there… available? I really want to get to know him better… wait… What am I talking about again?”
Shard seems genuinely confused, as if the topic of her thoughts about Cuna had somehow forsaken her.
Back on the bridge, Cas and Dino are busy. They receive coordinates from the Flagship, the last known whereabouts of the missing girl, Mili, indicted by the latest scans of the surrounding solar systems. Within seconds, Cas set in the coordinates of their destination while Dino switched the DGS to a subspace jump mode. In that instant the image of space outside began to change. It was as though all the stars in the universe were suddenly drawn together, aligned in a wall of white light that submerged the DGS. An instant later, the wall of white light broke away as the universe expanded to its rightful setting once again. In just those few moments they had arrived in orbit of another planet in another system. It was a mostly barren planet of deserts and rock. The ships sensors indicated the planet was riddled with a broad system of sub-terrain caves and passages.
Dino and Cas quickly start conducting scans to locate Mili’s specific bio signature. They soon locate her signature some 30 meters below the surface, in the company of the bio reading that matches her abductor.
@Quote5@CmdrAlfieq
Fanny is disturbed by the Commander’s response to Ernest. The commander had noted his preference to use Ernest as a means to spare supplies and equipment on Iceolia. He has valued these items more than the lives of his people on that planet.
Her face becomes cold, and so does the air inside the room. The temperature in the room drops 0 degrees Celsius, which is enough to make the commander shiver.
Fanny says to the commander: “I see you have clarified your principles. Maybe you should reconsider…. After all, the life of an individual cannot be replaced so easily as supplies and equipment. Not in 20 years. Not in 50. Not even in a millennia. Dorsin ost Halit, Commander. You have been tested. …You have a short time to change your mind….”
Before the commander has a chance to reply, then the room shakes as Fanny disappears. As she vanishes, Junior-Ernest hears a lingering message from her, stating:
“I have not yet forsaken you.”
Momentarily, Fanny appears alone aboard the Ernest. There is a tear rolling down her face.
“You now have the opportunity to change his mind.” She tells him. “Regardless, Ernest…. Do what the commander asks of you. I will be watching.”
Miss Fanny May is then gone in the blink of an eyes.
Meanwhile, Hany's Ribbon is once again increasing speed. At this present increase of velocity, it is now only 30 minutes away.
@Quote5
While the members of Rodia are quarreling about leadership, Ramrod and Hank’s craft are continuing to quickly distance themselves farther and farther from their position. The craft eventually enters the atmosphere of an M-class planet (one ideal for supporting life). Entering the atmosphere causes the craft to shake violently as it descends quickly to the land below.
To answer Ramrod’s hysterical question, Hank’s screen lights up with a view of outside, which at the moment is just fire, the flames of their hull starting to burn up in the atmosphere. Fortunately, the flames soon subside and the image displays the green flora of the land speeding towards them.
“Hold onto your boots!” Hank yells out in a voice of both excitement and fear, “We’re in for a not so soft landi -”
Before he finish yelling the craft crashed. The impact was enough to detach Hank from the wall in a trail of sparks before smashing against another wall. His view screen went black as it cracked down the center and the last word of his voice was cut off. The sound of the twisting and buckling metal of the craft was a tremendously terrifying sound as it continued roll and tumble across the landscape of the planet and eventually came to a stop. In that moment, the hull of the craft cracked open as sunlight filled the room.
Hank was a mess, a cracked and seemingly dead monitor, looking like nothing more than an old and ruined flat-screen TV in the corner.
@Prima Luce + @Dartbored Fairy
For a second Boris thought maybe his art was responsible for what happened to the lady. Surely it couldn't have been that bad. His face became doleful as he looked at the sketch, at the woman being murdered, at the sketch, and back at the woman again. Then he was a little confused, head cocked as he peculiarly analysed the bloody writing on the wall. Of course, Boris couldn't read, but he made an effort to read it anyway.
"R.. r... r... reee... axxxx. lel... uhh.... P.. pl... wuuu.... you." Boris gave up with a sigh, but was just a little glad that he recognized one of the words, 'You'. The message was something about him! And despite the gore and blood, that part kinda made him happy.
Still, there wasn't much he could do about the situation. He wasn't going to get any more information from the headless man or the empty woman, but he stopped to wonder if maybe this had something to do with a young girl he met a long, long time ago. The young girl in question was named Annie, a very powerful girl with lots of magic abilities, which included invisibility. As it happened, Boris at the time heard rumors that Annie had had his baby. But Boris never believed those rumors, after all, he knew that a man and a woman needed to do funny things to each other in a bed to make babies, and apparently birds and bees were somehow involved. Yep, the whole baby making thing was puzzling to Boris, but he knew one thing for sure, he'd never done any of those funny things with Annie, he'd never done those funny things with any girl at all, and he was also pretty sure that the thing about the birds and the bees was a lie.
"Annie...?" Boris said, turning his eyes suspiciously around the room. "Is that ...you?"
Probably not receiving a response, Boris decided the only thing to do at this point was to copy the message on the wall and show it to someone later, someone who could actually read, of course, and maybe they could tell him what it said. Flipping to a new page in his notebook, he very carefully copied the writing the wall, placed the book in his backpack, and then went to the kitchen to feed his grumbling tummy.
Sure enough, the kitchen was the source of the food he'd been smelling. The table in the center of the kitchen was prepared for breakfast. There was a plate with bacon and sausages, another plate with eggs, a stack of toast, a bowl of fruit, a jug of milk, and another jug of orange juice. Yep! The headless man and empty woman had planned on eating breakfast, so they probably hadn't planned on dying as well. Boris had now realized what might have been an important fact about... something.
Feeling pleased with himself, he took a seat at the table, dumped all the food onto one clean plate, and then started feasting.
For a second Boris thought maybe his art was responsible for what happened to the lady. Surely it couldn't have been that bad. His face became doleful as he looked at the sketch, at the woman being murdered, at the sketch, and back at the woman again. Then he was a little confused, head cocked as he peculiarly analysed the bloody writing on the wall. Of course, Boris couldn't read, but he made an effort to read it anyway.
"R.. r... r... reee... axxxx. lel... uhh.... P.. pl... wuuu.... you." Boris gave up with a sigh, but was just a little glad that he recognized one of the words, 'You'. The message was something about him! And despite the gore and blood, that part kinda made him happy.
Still, there wasn't much he could do about the situation. He wasn't going to get any more information from the headless man or the empty woman, but he stopped to wonder if maybe this had something to do with a young girl he met a long, long time ago. The young girl in question was named Annie, a very powerful girl with lots of magic abilities, which included invisibility. As it happened, Boris at the time heard rumors that Annie had had his baby. But Boris never believed those rumors, after all, he knew that a man and a woman needed to do funny things to each other in a bed to make babies, and apparently birds and bees were somehow involved. Yep, the whole baby making thing was puzzling to Boris, but he knew one thing for sure, he'd never done any of those funny things with Annie, he'd never done those funny things with any girl at all, and he was also pretty sure that the thing about the birds and the bees was a lie.
"Annie...?" Boris said, turning his eyes suspiciously around the room. "Is that ...you?"
Probably not receiving a response, Boris decided the only thing to do at this point was to copy the message on the wall and show it to someone later, someone who could actually read, of course, and maybe they could tell him what it said. Flipping to a new page in his notebook, he very carefully copied the writing the wall, placed the book in his backpack, and then went to the kitchen to feed his grumbling tummy.
Sure enough, the kitchen was the source of the food he'd been smelling. The table in the center of the kitchen was prepared for breakfast. There was a plate with bacon and sausages, another plate with eggs, a stack of toast, a bowl of fruit, a jug of milk, and another jug of orange juice. Yep! The headless man and empty woman had planned on eating breakfast, so they probably hadn't planned on dying as well. Boris had now realized what might have been an important fact about... something.
Feeling pleased with himself, he took a seat at the table, dumped all the food onto one clean plate, and then started feasting.
@Metatrooper
Fanny sighs, turning slightly to extend the arm holding the beer as if to place it down, which is what she did, though there was not a bench within her reach. The bottle did get placed, however; it appeared on a flat surface next to a terminal on the far side of the bridge. She looked back at Meta as her features and voice returned to what they were previously.
“I’ll leave that there for when you’re feeling manly enough to drink it. It holds a surprise for you, more information than you’re likely to get from this mouth.”
She then crossed her arms as well, mimicking his staunch persona, possibly in a joking or even ridiculing manner with a little, pompous swing of her head and raise of her brow.
“Dear Meta,” She states frankly, “you seem very sure of yourself, despite the fact that half your ships systems are down. But I was hoping you were the gaming type. So let’s have some fun, shall we?”
As she finished speaking these words, and what might seem as impossible for a ship in Hyper Drive, The Tempest convulsed. The shake was hard enough to set Meta off balance. The movement was a clear indication that the ship had suddenly altered course. Fanny remained unmoving in the jolt.
“It won’t be long now. We’ll soon be arriving. And there…” She smiled graciously. “…never mind my many names and even more abundant descriptions folks have given me – because that is why I’m here, to see what you’re truly made of. Will you let the seed inside me grow, or will you kill it before it kills you?”
Close to a minute passes, in which time Meta will probably respond, but all the while Fanny will remain unresponsive. At the end of which time the Tempest drops out of Hyper drive with a sudden, unnatural forward sliding-halt force.
The Tempest’s reading will now confirm what can be seen out of any view screen available. they are in orbit of a planet, which by an outward appearance looks like nothing more than an ashen wasteland. However, in orbit of this planet are ten massive ships. The ships are holding an arrowhead formation. Each ship is identical, also similar to being arrow shaped of themselves. Each ship is also heavily armed. Their shielding systems would read off the charts. Each ship is seven miles in length. This is the Quatis Fleet.
Mere seconds pass before the Tempest receives an automated transmission:
“We are the Quatis. We have scanned your vessel. You are at our mercy. For your own good, you will state your designation and intentions.”
@Doc Doctor
Donny was successful in escaping his captivity. Four dead Quatis security lay decapitated on the floor of a prisoner’s interrogation cell. But he hasn’t gone unnoticed. Cameras are a way of the past. Each Quatis vessel is fitted with a sensory array that reads and stores each and every bio signature within its hulls limits. Donny’s specific signature has been recorded. Fortunately for Donny, though he wouldn’t be aware of it yet, the Corridors and Turbo lifts on most sub-primary levels are not fitted with tracking sensors, only personnel function (working class) rooms are. He is not being tracked after leaving the holding room.
If Donny looks at the functions of his wrist device, he will find a map of the science vessel he is on. There are 23 levels; living quarters, mess halls, two Bridges, research levels, shuttle bays, etc, just like Fanny had told him. His location is marked by a small red flashing dot on the page of the 21st floor, which was one of the lower four research levels of the ship.
From the holding room where he retrieved his personal effects from the metal crate, Donny will have entered a corridor of the special containment sector. It doesn’t look like much. The corridor is 3 meters wide and arched with occasion doorways that lead into rooms. Each room is numbered and color coded, not named. The corridor extends for several hundred meters in either direction. Every 30 meters is a turbo lift. The turbo lifts are designed to take personnel to different levels of the ship, much like an elevator except multi-directional. The doors to the turbo lifts look different than the doors to allocated room. The turbo lift doors are a light shade of blue. Aside from the color coded numbers above their doorframe, the other doors are the same color as the metallic walls. Each and every door has a security panel next to it. Each person on board the ship has their own security code they will need to type into these keypad panels to gain access to any room or turbo lift. Rank levels are applicable.
The wrist device Donny took from the floor is limited, though it has many functions. He will not be able to teleport off the ship. He will not be able to teleport into rooms or turbo lifts if the doors are closed. He will only be able to teleport to location open to his any given current location. All devices worn by personnel on the ship are the same. The only personnel with devices of greater range are officers of the highest rank clearances; admirals, captains, level 5 lieutenants and some doctors.
Once Donny has made it a small distance down the corridor, a group of ten armed security personnel exit a turbo lift, all dressed in much the same fashion as the four he just killed. They are also carrying the same weapons. Upon exiting the turbo lift in a rush, they had almost run into Donny, halting just a short distance from him. They instantly take a firing squad formation, three in each row, and one in the front. These are the backup personnel that were called for. The man squatting low in the front, only two meters from Donny, speaks into his wrist device, saying; “Command, we are at hands with unfamiliar personnel. Stand By.” The same officer lowers his device to hold his rifle steady on Donny like the others, and then addresses Donny:
“State your name and rank!”
@Zyngard@Dartbored Fairy
Dino Squints with a smouldering look at Cuna; “Fuck You. I’m sure you mean well, and perhaps you’ll be important one day. That said, you are welcome to come along.”
“And of course, you’re welcome for the help.” Dino then replies to Pirila. “I think you’ll find me and my people quite useful.”
When he finishes saying so, Lietenent Shart gives Cuna a flirtatious smile and twinkling wave of her fingers. “Haiii!”
“Don’t be such a whore, Lieutenant!” Dino snaps at her. “You don’t know what sort of diseases these barbarians carry. Keep your lobes tucked in and behave like an officer for a change.”
“Of course, sir. As you wish, sir.” Replies Shard, “But I’ve never slept with an alien before.” She can’t help but give Cuna another flirting look.
At that time Dino’s wrist device receives an update from Science officer Cas:
“Admiral, requested report advisable.”
Dino twitches his nose in a disturbed manner, apparently the way Cas reopened communication was suspicious. “What is it, Nerd?” He replies into the device.
“The readings of the area don’t make a full amount of sense.” Cas said. “Our records show the bio signature of a female alien life form that departed the premises within the last five minutes. But she wasn’t alone, sir. She was accompanied by a second bio signature. This other life form was of a different species, it was… odd, sir, unlike anything I’ve ever prepared for in all my studies. But there’s something else…..”
“Stop with the suspenseful pauses, Nerd!” Dino raised his voice a little at Cas and rolled his eyes at his present company; “Just spit it out, son.”
“Of course, Admirable.” Cas continues; “The entity that vanished with the female was using some type of technology to make the teleport. I believe it to be a biological technology in nature, but I can’t be sure. In any case, the technology the entity used left a very distinct signature, like a residue on the atmosphere in the area. Think of it like a sort of wet hand touching a surface, sir, it won’t be long before the signature is gone... before the wet print left behind evaporates, so to speak. We need to move fast if we want any hope of finding the pairs current location. I’ve already conducted scans of the planet down to one mile beneath the surface. Neither the females nor her abductors bio signature can be found. They are no longer on the planet. We are currently searching nearby systems for any sign of their signature or the signature of the teleportation technology the abductor was using.”
“Well done, Nerd!” Dino tells him, sincerely proud of his science officer. “Keep me informed and do it fast! In the meantime, send down my own private vessel, no need to involve the entire fleet for this. And Nerd… make sure you’re on it.”
“Understood, Admiral. Myself and your private vessel are dispatching momentarily.”
“Dino out.” Dino Gavon lowers his arm to give a narrow stare to each member of the group and announces; “We’re heading out. Make sure you all have what you need. Follow me.”
That said, Dino turns and exits the building, presumably with the rest of the group. As they step outside the hall a vessel the shape of an arrowhead, dark-gray in color and roughly 40 meters in length, descends quietly from the sky and lands on the road in front of the Station Hall. It would be quite a sight for anyone who hasn’t seen space age technology before.
Once landed, each member of Dino's group feel a queer sensation as the particles of their body come apart. They become slightly dizzy at the same time, their vision blackens, and the next thing they know they are standing in a circular metallic room within the ship. The room is 4 meters in diameter, four equally spaced doors around its perimeter. Nothing else is in the room.
Without saying a word, Dino heads out through one of the doors that slides open on his approach and enters the Bridge.
Dino takes his seat in the captains chair. Cas is seated beside him at the helm as well. There are only two more seats on the bridge, located directly behind Dino and Cas.
Cas turns to whoever may have followed Dino onto the bridge and give a congenial nod.
“Hey guys. Welcome aboard The DGS. Make yourselves at home.”
Meanwhile, Dino Gavon is already lifting off. The ashen world outside is quickly falling from sight.
@jorcool
Fanny followed orders and walked without aid with the escort as if she were taking a leisurely stroll on a Sunday picnic. Every now and then she provides a member of personnel a warm smile. In one instance she gingerly plucked a little fluff from the shoulder of the officer to her right.
“Not even.” Were Fanny’s exact words when she refused support from the men on the railed transport vehicle. Of course, the men wore magnetic boot to prevent them from losing balance when the vehicle accelerated, and Fanny had nothing but sandals on her feet, yet she stood unmoving from her position when the vehicle took off at breakneck speed. During this part of the journey she analysed the surroundings like a woman browsing an open field for the best flower to pick.
When they finally arrived at Containment Cell HC-3-2-12, Fanny followed James inside and took a seat as requested, thanking the man as she did so. She was silent, her posture was neat, legs together and hands folded on her knees in a ladylike manner, patient until Jens Knaggs finally arrived to meet with her.
Fanny then waited until Jens finished his introduction before she raised from her seat. There were no sudden moves. She was smooth and eloquent, both palms of her hands open and outward and wearing a gracious smile as she stepped toward the man, saying;
“Accept a customary greeting.” She paused for a moment. “I am Fanny May.” She then leans forward, hands on the man’s shoulders as she places a kiss on both his cheeks, his nose then forehead, before taking the needed steps back in order to return to her seat.
“You are correct, Vice-Admiral Knaggs.” She said, reverting to her previous ladylike posture. “I did wish to meet the man whose decision it was to spare my life, mine and the seed inside me.”
“Kind sir,” She continued frankly, “I have chosen to speak with you alone for various reasons. The first being a more immediate matter. That is to say that I advise against your people attempting to repair my craft. As of this very moment, any attempt to do so will result in their lives.” She paused to smile kindly, and adds; “My craft will repair itself in time, but I am thankful, sir, for your temporary hospitality.
Secondly, I would like to be the one to welcome you all, as it is clear that you’re not from around here. But if I’m not mistaken, your arrival here was a little on the bumpy side, was it not? Perhaps it is a sign of things to come.
Thirdly, I would like to offer you a word of kind advice, maybe pass it on to your superior officer….”
She stops speaking, blinks twice, lifts her eyes up to one side as if to consider the matter for a moment, but says no more for now. She returns her look to the admiral and awaits his initial reply.
@Quote5
Fortunately for Ramrod and Hank, the Forte Vessel was spinning for very good reason. The spin helped in the dispersal of sections from its main body. One of these sections was the area of the ship that Ramrod and Hank were in. along with other sections, it was launched at great speed from the spinning ship, and since there was nothing in space to slow it down it will continue on its present course indefinitely. Most importantly, it would be well clear of Hany’s Ribbons when it arrives. Unfortunately, the triangular shaped section was not equipped with its own propulsion system; those inside will have no way of navigating beyond their present course unless by an outside influence.
Inside the section, or let’s just call it a craft, Hank starts screaming like crazy, overly happy about their escape. “Ramrod, you plush-plush, brilliant, brilliant person!!”
A short while later, the reluctant efforts of Gamma, Siren and the members of Rodia pay off. Their sacrifice wasn’t in vain. The remaining section of the Forte vessel explodes. The explosion is massive, damaging and cracking certain areas of The Rodia’s hull, but the force of the explosion also sends Rodia clear from the path of Hany’s ribbon. The spherical vessel spins like a ball as it moves through space in the opposite direction from Ramrod and Hank’s Craft.
@CmdrAlfieq@Quote5
Fanny waits, though visibly a little impatient, until Junior states his case to the Commander.
“Now, Commander.” She says, “If you don’t mind paying attention to the more important matter at hand. You have a lightyear-long space entity converging on your position. If you want to find a safe place for the people you want to save, than anywhere outside the path of Hany’s Ribbon will do! You can always think about finding a location for another home afterwards. But why only save some of your people when you could possibly save them all??”
Fanny is now sounding a little annoyed. Her eyes are filled with a tint like the flames of a fire as the beer disappears from her hand.
“So allow me to approach my previous point another way, Commander. Hany’s Ribbon will be decimating this station and the planet below within thirty minutes. You’re the ones who are about to be destroyed, not me, and not this little bot beside me. So make it very clear to me - stop playing with your wine and answer this question; Who are you going to save? Tell me! Which of your people will you spare??”
In her finishing words, Fanny’s irritated voice has reached decibels that are causing the room to quake.
@Oh no my soup
Magnus set the destination to the nearest habitable planet, but as most people and even Magnus should know, habitable doesn’t necessarily mean hospitable.
As the planet came into view, Magnus receives a transmission from an unknown source. The monitor display lights up with the words:
I miss you so much, my dear Magnus. I should have never let you go… I long to feel you against my skin again.
The planet, now much closer, could be seen as a giant green and blue marble. If Magnus conducted detailed scans, he would discover the flora of the planet was abundant with life, as too was the fauna both on land and in the oceans. There is no sign of modernized civilizations though; no cities, not industrialized complexes, no real evidence of sentient life.
Approaching the outer atmosphere of the planet, the small ship encounters an unnatural amount of turbulence that ultimately reflects the ship away with minimal damage. If Magnus further studies the barrier, he will find that the outer atmosphere is composed of a volatile gas-like substance that condenses upon contact from an outer force. He will need to find a way through the shield without damaging his ship, that is, if he wants to visit the surface below.
Fanny sighs, turning slightly to extend the arm holding the beer as if to place it down, which is what she did, though there was not a bench within her reach. The bottle did get placed, however; it appeared on a flat surface next to a terminal on the far side of the bridge. She looked back at Meta as her features and voice returned to what they were previously.
“I’ll leave that there for when you’re feeling manly enough to drink it. It holds a surprise for you, more information than you’re likely to get from this mouth.”
She then crossed her arms as well, mimicking his staunch persona, possibly in a joking or even ridiculing manner with a little, pompous swing of her head and raise of her brow.
“Dear Meta,” She states frankly, “you seem very sure of yourself, despite the fact that half your ships systems are down. But I was hoping you were the gaming type. So let’s have some fun, shall we?”
As she finished speaking these words, and what might seem as impossible for a ship in Hyper Drive, The Tempest convulsed. The shake was hard enough to set Meta off balance. The movement was a clear indication that the ship had suddenly altered course. Fanny remained unmoving in the jolt.
“It won’t be long now. We’ll soon be arriving. And there…” She smiled graciously. “…never mind my many names and even more abundant descriptions folks have given me – because that is why I’m here, to see what you’re truly made of. Will you let the seed inside me grow, or will you kill it before it kills you?”
Close to a minute passes, in which time Meta will probably respond, but all the while Fanny will remain unresponsive. At the end of which time the Tempest drops out of Hyper drive with a sudden, unnatural forward sliding-halt force.
The Tempest’s reading will now confirm what can be seen out of any view screen available. they are in orbit of a planet, which by an outward appearance looks like nothing more than an ashen wasteland. However, in orbit of this planet are ten massive ships. The ships are holding an arrowhead formation. Each ship is identical, also similar to being arrow shaped of themselves. Each ship is also heavily armed. Their shielding systems would read off the charts. Each ship is seven miles in length. This is the Quatis Fleet.
Mere seconds pass before the Tempest receives an automated transmission:
“We are the Quatis. We have scanned your vessel. You are at our mercy. For your own good, you will state your designation and intentions.”
@Doc Doctor
Donny was successful in escaping his captivity. Four dead Quatis security lay decapitated on the floor of a prisoner’s interrogation cell. But he hasn’t gone unnoticed. Cameras are a way of the past. Each Quatis vessel is fitted with a sensory array that reads and stores each and every bio signature within its hulls limits. Donny’s specific signature has been recorded. Fortunately for Donny, though he wouldn’t be aware of it yet, the Corridors and Turbo lifts on most sub-primary levels are not fitted with tracking sensors, only personnel function (working class) rooms are. He is not being tracked after leaving the holding room.
If Donny looks at the functions of his wrist device, he will find a map of the science vessel he is on. There are 23 levels; living quarters, mess halls, two Bridges, research levels, shuttle bays, etc, just like Fanny had told him. His location is marked by a small red flashing dot on the page of the 21st floor, which was one of the lower four research levels of the ship.
From the holding room where he retrieved his personal effects from the metal crate, Donny will have entered a corridor of the special containment sector. It doesn’t look like much. The corridor is 3 meters wide and arched with occasion doorways that lead into rooms. Each room is numbered and color coded, not named. The corridor extends for several hundred meters in either direction. Every 30 meters is a turbo lift. The turbo lifts are designed to take personnel to different levels of the ship, much like an elevator except multi-directional. The doors to the turbo lifts look different than the doors to allocated room. The turbo lift doors are a light shade of blue. Aside from the color coded numbers above their doorframe, the other doors are the same color as the metallic walls. Each and every door has a security panel next to it. Each person on board the ship has their own security code they will need to type into these keypad panels to gain access to any room or turbo lift. Rank levels are applicable.
The wrist device Donny took from the floor is limited, though it has many functions. He will not be able to teleport off the ship. He will not be able to teleport into rooms or turbo lifts if the doors are closed. He will only be able to teleport to location open to his any given current location. All devices worn by personnel on the ship are the same. The only personnel with devices of greater range are officers of the highest rank clearances; admirals, captains, level 5 lieutenants and some doctors.
Once Donny has made it a small distance down the corridor, a group of ten armed security personnel exit a turbo lift, all dressed in much the same fashion as the four he just killed. They are also carrying the same weapons. Upon exiting the turbo lift in a rush, they had almost run into Donny, halting just a short distance from him. They instantly take a firing squad formation, three in each row, and one in the front. These are the backup personnel that were called for. The man squatting low in the front, only two meters from Donny, speaks into his wrist device, saying; “Command, we are at hands with unfamiliar personnel. Stand By.” The same officer lowers his device to hold his rifle steady on Donny like the others, and then addresses Donny:
“State your name and rank!”
@Zyngard@Dartbored Fairy
Dino Squints with a smouldering look at Cuna; “Fuck You. I’m sure you mean well, and perhaps you’ll be important one day. That said, you are welcome to come along.”
“And of course, you’re welcome for the help.” Dino then replies to Pirila. “I think you’ll find me and my people quite useful.”
When he finishes saying so, Lietenent Shart gives Cuna a flirtatious smile and twinkling wave of her fingers. “Haiii!”
“Don’t be such a whore, Lieutenant!” Dino snaps at her. “You don’t know what sort of diseases these barbarians carry. Keep your lobes tucked in and behave like an officer for a change.”
“Of course, sir. As you wish, sir.” Replies Shard, “But I’ve never slept with an alien before.” She can’t help but give Cuna another flirting look.
At that time Dino’s wrist device receives an update from Science officer Cas:
“Admiral, requested report advisable.”
Dino twitches his nose in a disturbed manner, apparently the way Cas reopened communication was suspicious. “What is it, Nerd?” He replies into the device.
“The readings of the area don’t make a full amount of sense.” Cas said. “Our records show the bio signature of a female alien life form that departed the premises within the last five minutes. But she wasn’t alone, sir. She was accompanied by a second bio signature. This other life form was of a different species, it was… odd, sir, unlike anything I’ve ever prepared for in all my studies. But there’s something else…..”
“Stop with the suspenseful pauses, Nerd!” Dino raised his voice a little at Cas and rolled his eyes at his present company; “Just spit it out, son.”
“Of course, Admirable.” Cas continues; “The entity that vanished with the female was using some type of technology to make the teleport. I believe it to be a biological technology in nature, but I can’t be sure. In any case, the technology the entity used left a very distinct signature, like a residue on the atmosphere in the area. Think of it like a sort of wet hand touching a surface, sir, it won’t be long before the signature is gone... before the wet print left behind evaporates, so to speak. We need to move fast if we want any hope of finding the pairs current location. I’ve already conducted scans of the planet down to one mile beneath the surface. Neither the females nor her abductors bio signature can be found. They are no longer on the planet. We are currently searching nearby systems for any sign of their signature or the signature of the teleportation technology the abductor was using.”
“Well done, Nerd!” Dino tells him, sincerely proud of his science officer. “Keep me informed and do it fast! In the meantime, send down my own private vessel, no need to involve the entire fleet for this. And Nerd… make sure you’re on it.”
“Understood, Admiral. Myself and your private vessel are dispatching momentarily.”
“Dino out.” Dino Gavon lowers his arm to give a narrow stare to each member of the group and announces; “We’re heading out. Make sure you all have what you need. Follow me.”
That said, Dino turns and exits the building, presumably with the rest of the group. As they step outside the hall a vessel the shape of an arrowhead, dark-gray in color and roughly 40 meters in length, descends quietly from the sky and lands on the road in front of the Station Hall. It would be quite a sight for anyone who hasn’t seen space age technology before.
Once landed, each member of Dino's group feel a queer sensation as the particles of their body come apart. They become slightly dizzy at the same time, their vision blackens, and the next thing they know they are standing in a circular metallic room within the ship. The room is 4 meters in diameter, four equally spaced doors around its perimeter. Nothing else is in the room.
Without saying a word, Dino heads out through one of the doors that slides open on his approach and enters the Bridge.
Dino takes his seat in the captains chair. Cas is seated beside him at the helm as well. There are only two more seats on the bridge, located directly behind Dino and Cas.
Cas turns to whoever may have followed Dino onto the bridge and give a congenial nod.
“Hey guys. Welcome aboard The DGS. Make yourselves at home.”
Meanwhile, Dino Gavon is already lifting off. The ashen world outside is quickly falling from sight.
@jorcool
Fanny followed orders and walked without aid with the escort as if she were taking a leisurely stroll on a Sunday picnic. Every now and then she provides a member of personnel a warm smile. In one instance she gingerly plucked a little fluff from the shoulder of the officer to her right.
“Not even.” Were Fanny’s exact words when she refused support from the men on the railed transport vehicle. Of course, the men wore magnetic boot to prevent them from losing balance when the vehicle accelerated, and Fanny had nothing but sandals on her feet, yet she stood unmoving from her position when the vehicle took off at breakneck speed. During this part of the journey she analysed the surroundings like a woman browsing an open field for the best flower to pick.
When they finally arrived at Containment Cell HC-3-2-12, Fanny followed James inside and took a seat as requested, thanking the man as she did so. She was silent, her posture was neat, legs together and hands folded on her knees in a ladylike manner, patient until Jens Knaggs finally arrived to meet with her.
Fanny then waited until Jens finished his introduction before she raised from her seat. There were no sudden moves. She was smooth and eloquent, both palms of her hands open and outward and wearing a gracious smile as she stepped toward the man, saying;
“Accept a customary greeting.” She paused for a moment. “I am Fanny May.” She then leans forward, hands on the man’s shoulders as she places a kiss on both his cheeks, his nose then forehead, before taking the needed steps back in order to return to her seat.
“You are correct, Vice-Admiral Knaggs.” She said, reverting to her previous ladylike posture. “I did wish to meet the man whose decision it was to spare my life, mine and the seed inside me.”
“Kind sir,” She continued frankly, “I have chosen to speak with you alone for various reasons. The first being a more immediate matter. That is to say that I advise against your people attempting to repair my craft. As of this very moment, any attempt to do so will result in their lives.” She paused to smile kindly, and adds; “My craft will repair itself in time, but I am thankful, sir, for your temporary hospitality.
Secondly, I would like to be the one to welcome you all, as it is clear that you’re not from around here. But if I’m not mistaken, your arrival here was a little on the bumpy side, was it not? Perhaps it is a sign of things to come.
Thirdly, I would like to offer you a word of kind advice, maybe pass it on to your superior officer….”
She stops speaking, blinks twice, lifts her eyes up to one side as if to consider the matter for a moment, but says no more for now. She returns her look to the admiral and awaits his initial reply.
@Quote5
Fortunately for Ramrod and Hank, the Forte Vessel was spinning for very good reason. The spin helped in the dispersal of sections from its main body. One of these sections was the area of the ship that Ramrod and Hank were in. along with other sections, it was launched at great speed from the spinning ship, and since there was nothing in space to slow it down it will continue on its present course indefinitely. Most importantly, it would be well clear of Hany’s Ribbons when it arrives. Unfortunately, the triangular shaped section was not equipped with its own propulsion system; those inside will have no way of navigating beyond their present course unless by an outside influence.
Inside the section, or let’s just call it a craft, Hank starts screaming like crazy, overly happy about their escape. “Ramrod, you plush-plush, brilliant, brilliant person!!”
A short while later, the reluctant efforts of Gamma, Siren and the members of Rodia pay off. Their sacrifice wasn’t in vain. The remaining section of the Forte vessel explodes. The explosion is massive, damaging and cracking certain areas of The Rodia’s hull, but the force of the explosion also sends Rodia clear from the path of Hany’s ribbon. The spherical vessel spins like a ball as it moves through space in the opposite direction from Ramrod and Hank’s Craft.
@CmdrAlfieq@Quote5
Fanny waits, though visibly a little impatient, until Junior states his case to the Commander.
“Now, Commander.” She says, “If you don’t mind paying attention to the more important matter at hand. You have a lightyear-long space entity converging on your position. If you want to find a safe place for the people you want to save, than anywhere outside the path of Hany’s Ribbon will do! You can always think about finding a location for another home afterwards. But why only save some of your people when you could possibly save them all??”
Fanny is now sounding a little annoyed. Her eyes are filled with a tint like the flames of a fire as the beer disappears from her hand.
“So allow me to approach my previous point another way, Commander. Hany’s Ribbon will be decimating this station and the planet below within thirty minutes. You’re the ones who are about to be destroyed, not me, and not this little bot beside me. So make it very clear to me - stop playing with your wine and answer this question; Who are you going to save? Tell me! Which of your people will you spare??”
In her finishing words, Fanny’s irritated voice has reached decibels that are causing the room to quake.
@Oh no my soup
Magnus set the destination to the nearest habitable planet, but as most people and even Magnus should know, habitable doesn’t necessarily mean hospitable.
As the planet came into view, Magnus receives a transmission from an unknown source. The monitor display lights up with the words:
I miss you so much, my dear Magnus. I should have never let you go… I long to feel you against my skin again.
The planet, now much closer, could be seen as a giant green and blue marble. If Magnus conducted detailed scans, he would discover the flora of the planet was abundant with life, as too was the fauna both on land and in the oceans. There is no sign of modernized civilizations though; no cities, not industrialized complexes, no real evidence of sentient life.
Approaching the outer atmosphere of the planet, the small ship encounters an unnatural amount of turbulence that ultimately reflects the ship away with minimal damage. If Magnus further studies the barrier, he will find that the outer atmosphere is composed of a volatile gas-like substance that condenses upon contact from an outer force. He will need to find a way through the shield without damaging his ship, that is, if he wants to visit the surface below.
@Dartbored Fairy
The rolling pin was far from being a threat to Boris, in fact the sight of it kinda made him hungry.
Pastry.... He thought as his tummy grumbled. To make matters worse, he caught wind of food nearby. He couldn't quite pick what it was or even whether the aroma was coming from within the house or not. But he sure was feeling hungry all of a sudden.
Still, Boris also felt a little bad about straight-away blaming the murder on the woman. He wasn't the smartest man alive, but even he knew that a rolling pin wasn't the sort of weapon a killer would use. Surely, if she recently cut off the mans head, there would be a better weapon nearby than a rolling pin. Boris also didn't like big girls much in general, women were usually very mean to Boris - but despite threatening him with a rolling pin - Boris knew she was just angry about being accused of things she didn't do. That's never a good feeling at all. And maybe she was a little upset about her headless husband as well. So, There was now no reason to think she was a mean girl like most girls were - like Jack had once told him; 'Not ALL girls are evil, Boris'.
The headless man, on the other hand, didn't really bother Boris either. He'd seen a lot of bad things in his life, going right back to his childhood. A headless man wasn't much of a thing. But all of this did pose the question: Why was this man without a head? Also, Boris wondered if maybe the lady would allow him draw a picture of the headless man. Boris sure did like to draw, and a headless man sure did seem like something to keep a memory of.
Boris Smiled. His eyes watching the rolling pin as the woman waved it frantically in his face.
"I sure am sorry for a making you feel bad about killing your husband," He said, "especially if you didn't do it. But Boris is an adventurer!!" His eyes lit up like a child sharing tales of grandeur - "I used to hurt and steal and do all sorts of a mean things to people! But not anymore! No, mam! Now Boris helps people, just like Jack does! Like a true adventurer should!"
Boris pauses for a moment to eyeball the headless man, then turns his eyes back at the woman with a cheeky grin.
"Gosh, you know what I just thought of?" He asks her, leaning in to speak like a child sharing a naughty secret; "I won't be able to make your husband feel better." He grabs hold of the rolling pin, lowering it gently with his heavy hand so that he can lean in even closer to say; "But maybe if you have some breakfast, Boris can help you find the man that stole his head."
Regardless of the woman's response, and feeling excited about his idea, Boris steps back and takes the notebook from his backpack. He quickly sketches an image of the headless man while mumbling to himself, "Maybe this can help with finding clues...."
Finished his masterpiece, Boris holds up the drawing for the woman to see, his eyes wide with a pleased-with-himself expression.
"I think this will help!"
The rolling pin was far from being a threat to Boris, in fact the sight of it kinda made him hungry.
Pastry.... He thought as his tummy grumbled. To make matters worse, he caught wind of food nearby. He couldn't quite pick what it was or even whether the aroma was coming from within the house or not. But he sure was feeling hungry all of a sudden.
Still, Boris also felt a little bad about straight-away blaming the murder on the woman. He wasn't the smartest man alive, but even he knew that a rolling pin wasn't the sort of weapon a killer would use. Surely, if she recently cut off the mans head, there would be a better weapon nearby than a rolling pin. Boris also didn't like big girls much in general, women were usually very mean to Boris - but despite threatening him with a rolling pin - Boris knew she was just angry about being accused of things she didn't do. That's never a good feeling at all. And maybe she was a little upset about her headless husband as well. So, There was now no reason to think she was a mean girl like most girls were - like Jack had once told him; 'Not ALL girls are evil, Boris'.
The headless man, on the other hand, didn't really bother Boris either. He'd seen a lot of bad things in his life, going right back to his childhood. A headless man wasn't much of a thing. But all of this did pose the question: Why was this man without a head? Also, Boris wondered if maybe the lady would allow him draw a picture of the headless man. Boris sure did like to draw, and a headless man sure did seem like something to keep a memory of.
Boris Smiled. His eyes watching the rolling pin as the woman waved it frantically in his face.
"I sure am sorry for a making you feel bad about killing your husband," He said, "especially if you didn't do it. But Boris is an adventurer!!" His eyes lit up like a child sharing tales of grandeur - "I used to hurt and steal and do all sorts of a mean things to people! But not anymore! No, mam! Now Boris helps people, just like Jack does! Like a true adventurer should!"
Boris pauses for a moment to eyeball the headless man, then turns his eyes back at the woman with a cheeky grin.
"Gosh, you know what I just thought of?" He asks her, leaning in to speak like a child sharing a naughty secret; "I won't be able to make your husband feel better." He grabs hold of the rolling pin, lowering it gently with his heavy hand so that he can lean in even closer to say; "But maybe if you have some breakfast, Boris can help you find the man that stole his head."
Regardless of the woman's response, and feeling excited about his idea, Boris steps back and takes the notebook from his backpack. He quickly sketches an image of the headless man while mumbling to himself, "Maybe this can help with finding clues...."
Finished his masterpiece, Boris holds up the drawing for the woman to see, his eyes wide with a pleased-with-himself expression.
"I think this will help!"
@Harlequ+@Dartbored Fairy
The wind was blowing the balloon so hard that the lag of the basket was causing it to angle with drag. Boris was still holding the little girl in one hand, gripping her by the top of her blouse for the winged woman to take from him, while his other hand gripped to the side of the basket in an effort not lose his balance.
"I don't know much about anything, miss." Boris replied. He bit his lower lip and turned his attention to the mechanical contraption suspended below the opening of the balloon. It sure looked complicated. A pained contemplation disfiguring his face. It was clear he wasn't the smartest man alive and hadn't a hope of operating a hot air balloon. He looks back at the winged woman; "I don't even know where I am."
It didn't take long. Their journey had finally brought them to the port of Trios. The rooftops of houses started passing by below. The wind driven balloon continued to quickly lose altitude. Up ahead was the fast approaching houses that the basket would certainly crash into very soon.
With no time to waste, Boris shoves the little girl into the winged woman's arms and gives her a heavy nod, saying; "Make sure you don't hurt my little miss, you winged bandit - OR ELSE!" In saying so, he uses his index finger to poke the winged lady in the nose. Having made his threat, he turns and swings his legs over the side; now sitting on the edge of the basket and preparing to jump. He then looks back the the winged lady, saying -
"Boris thinks it's time for you to go! Sure do hope we meet again some time."
Boris then waits for the winged lady and the little girl to escape the basket before he makes his attempt. Once they had done so, he waits just a little longer then saw his chance - the roof of the house below was roughly twenty feet down. It was a height he could safely jump from. He quickly planned it out in his mind:
First jump, land really soft, then roll down the roof and jump safely to the street... just like Jack would do.
With that very simple plan in mind, Boris jumped.
Once he jumped, the giant balloon - now a lot lighter without people inside - continued on for a stretch of several houses up the street before the basket finally cracked down against the roof tops, dashing, bouncing and bumping hard as it broke and lifted tiles until finally crashing against a chimney with a powerful jolt. Unable to go any farther, the balloon then descended, deflating as it draped like a blanket over a couple buildings of the eastern district.
Boris, however, hadn't done his calculations right. A man his size jumping from twenty feet didn't permit a soft landing of any kind. Instead, he crashed right through the roof. The tiles broke with the sound of a dozen clay pots being smashes, as he then continued on straight through the ceiling panel, the timber floorboards of the first floor, and then hit the ground floor with a mighty thud. He may have been unconscious for a second, but he didn't notice.
The next thing Boris saw was the sky through the hole he had made above. He got to his feet quickly and dusted himself off. He was in a lounge room with a woman standing nearby. She was staring at Boris horrified, her mouth wide open as if she were screaming, though no sound was coming out, at least not any more.
"I sure am glad your house broke my fall." He told the woman with childlike gratitude.
It was then that something else caught Boris's attention; a decapitated man siting in the couch on the other side of the room. Boris looked at the headless man for a moment before turning his eyes back to the woman, biting his lip as though he had caught her in the act of doing something very naughty.
"It's okay," Boris assured her, "Boris won't tell anyone what you've done. I know girls can be very mean...." He thinks hard for a moment, and finishes; "I guess he must have deserved it."
The wind was blowing the balloon so hard that the lag of the basket was causing it to angle with drag. Boris was still holding the little girl in one hand, gripping her by the top of her blouse for the winged woman to take from him, while his other hand gripped to the side of the basket in an effort not lose his balance.
"I don't know much about anything, miss." Boris replied. He bit his lower lip and turned his attention to the mechanical contraption suspended below the opening of the balloon. It sure looked complicated. A pained contemplation disfiguring his face. It was clear he wasn't the smartest man alive and hadn't a hope of operating a hot air balloon. He looks back at the winged woman; "I don't even know where I am."
It didn't take long. Their journey had finally brought them to the port of Trios. The rooftops of houses started passing by below. The wind driven balloon continued to quickly lose altitude. Up ahead was the fast approaching houses that the basket would certainly crash into very soon.
With no time to waste, Boris shoves the little girl into the winged woman's arms and gives her a heavy nod, saying; "Make sure you don't hurt my little miss, you winged bandit - OR ELSE!" In saying so, he uses his index finger to poke the winged lady in the nose. Having made his threat, he turns and swings his legs over the side; now sitting on the edge of the basket and preparing to jump. He then looks back the the winged lady, saying -
"Boris thinks it's time for you to go! Sure do hope we meet again some time."
Boris then waits for the winged lady and the little girl to escape the basket before he makes his attempt. Once they had done so, he waits just a little longer then saw his chance - the roof of the house below was roughly twenty feet down. It was a height he could safely jump from. He quickly planned it out in his mind:
First jump, land really soft, then roll down the roof and jump safely to the street... just like Jack would do.
With that very simple plan in mind, Boris jumped.
Once he jumped, the giant balloon - now a lot lighter without people inside - continued on for a stretch of several houses up the street before the basket finally cracked down against the roof tops, dashing, bouncing and bumping hard as it broke and lifted tiles until finally crashing against a chimney with a powerful jolt. Unable to go any farther, the balloon then descended, deflating as it draped like a blanket over a couple buildings of the eastern district.
Boris, however, hadn't done his calculations right. A man his size jumping from twenty feet didn't permit a soft landing of any kind. Instead, he crashed right through the roof. The tiles broke with the sound of a dozen clay pots being smashes, as he then continued on straight through the ceiling panel, the timber floorboards of the first floor, and then hit the ground floor with a mighty thud. He may have been unconscious for a second, but he didn't notice.
The next thing Boris saw was the sky through the hole he had made above. He got to his feet quickly and dusted himself off. He was in a lounge room with a woman standing nearby. She was staring at Boris horrified, her mouth wide open as if she were screaming, though no sound was coming out, at least not any more.
"I sure am glad your house broke my fall." He told the woman with childlike gratitude.
It was then that something else caught Boris's attention; a decapitated man siting in the couch on the other side of the room. Boris looked at the headless man for a moment before turning his eyes back to the woman, biting his lip as though he had caught her in the act of doing something very naughty.
"It's okay," Boris assured her, "Boris won't tell anyone what you've done. I know girls can be very mean...." He thinks hard for a moment, and finishes; "I guess he must have deserved it."
@Doc Doctor
“Life is a miracle, Donny.” Fanny replied while cracking her knuckles, “Next time you find yourself in front of a mirror, consider that you’re looking at a miracle.”
She then watches with brow raised, and a little smirk, at the coin circle her and come to rest on the floor. With a little snuff, she stoops down and plucks it up before using her thumb to flick it in Donny’s direction. Time then seems to slow down, the coin moving in slow motion as it flips towards him and she starts answering his question, though her words aren’t effected by the slowing of time. Only the coin is affected.
“Faith. The substance of things hoped for, the evidence things not seen.” She said. The coin reached the height of its arced trajectory to Donny. “What man or woman is so sure of the unseen that faith can be considered anything more than hope?” The coins arrives within grasping range of Donny as she finishes her response: “It’s an insult to childlike purity. Lost are the days when I even had a heart to expect real faith from people.”
As the coin reaches its destination, whether Donny catches it or not, the door to the room suddenly opens with a sharp sound, like air escaping a puncture in a tyre. In the same moment the laser sensors shut down as the turrets go offline. Four armed Quatis security officers storm into the room but stop just inside the doorway. Behind them, Donny, if he’s paying attention, can see the metal crate Fanny had mentioned in the other room. She hadn’t been lying. Two of Quatis security, however, now stopped in their tracks, take aim with their rifles at Fanny May. The other two take aim at Donny.
“Who the fuck are you?!” One of the officers yell out, but the question wasn’t directed at Donny, but Fanny instead. It was clear they didn’t recognize her or even know why she was in that room.
In an immediate response, Fanny throws up her arms in shrug-like fashion and laughs while saying; “Well boys, you got me good!”
“Get down on the floor!” The same officer yelled at her and took a step closer to her.
“Settle down, my son.” She replied in a calm and unperturbed voice. She then looks at Donny with a wink. “Have faith in yourself, then maybe you can find faith in another.”
With those words spoken, the same Quatis officer as before started repeating his previous order, but his words were cut off when he saw Fanny vanish. She vanished with no sign of light, no tell-tale sign that she had any assistance from technology. She just blinked from existence. In the wake of her absence, the device that had been on her wrist fell to the floor in front of Donny.
“What the hell is going on here - fuck!” Another officer exclaimed, utterly confused by what was taking place.
Then, defying their own apprehension of the current turn of events, the two officers covering Donny spilt up, one rushing around to Donny’s left, the other remaining to Donny’s Right, while the other two officer quickly turned their attention to Donny as well. One stayed in front of Donny, the other moved around behind him.
The one to Donny’s left then started barking orders at him: “Remain in your seat, you son of a bitch! One false move and you die!”
“You’re being transferred!” the first officer adds. “Escort is on its way – you will not resist if you know what’s god for you!” He then lifts his rifle to speak into the device on his wrist: “Head command, send backup! There’s some strange-ass shit going on down here!”
Each of the four officers are suited in jumpsuits. They each hold a rifle similar to the one Dino Gavon and his had held. They are not wearing head gear. They all were devices on their wrists. They all have 6 inch combat knives sheathed on their belts. They are all standing just over a meter form Donny’s position. The door to the room remains open.
As the first of the officers is still in the middle of calling for backup, and although she can no longer be seen, Donny hears the voice of Fanny whisper in his ear:
“Dorsin ost Halit, my gifted one.”
@Metatrooper
Fanny seemed amused, softly snickering as the event with the Forte took place, or maybe her reaction to the destructing of the Rodia ship had lightly impressed her.
“Oof!” She declared in a childlike manner when the Tempest jumped to Hyperspace. “You’re sure taking your chances here, buddy! But it sure is exciting stuff!” She polished off her beer and tossed the bottle to the side before Meta grabbed her by the arm to drag her away.
Being forcefully ushered by Meta to the Bridge changed her mood, however. Her lips puckered sideways in a distasteful fashion while her eyes turned down to the grip he had on her arm.
Released from his grip on the bridge, she sighed. She was no longer wearing glasses. She bit her lip for a second, then rolled her eyes as if she had remembered something unimportant before she finally replied;
“You’ve always used your brain a little more than most probably should. What ever happened to that sweet little kid I once knew?” She holds up a fresh bottle of beer, unopened, and offers it to him. “I tell ya what…” As she is now talking her expression changes to a serious glare at Meta, while her voice gradually changes to that of a masculine, though soothing and yet profoundly persuasive tone. While this happening, her skin darkens to a deep shade of brown while her eyes begin to radiate a soft, white glow. “…you take off that head gear and have a sip of this beer, and I’ll reveal some things you might like to know.”
@CmdrAlfieq@Quote5
Fanny gives Junior a look of light admiration, then focuses on the commander with a smile of courteousness, not sincerity.
She says: “We all have our views on what is wrong or right, despite what our intuition tells us, even if those intuitions contradict what our mind tells us. Isn’t that so, Commander? So, allow me to rephrase the question….”
Fanny now has fresh beers in her hand, one in her left, the other in her right. Where they came from isn’t known. They are just there. She offers the one in her right hand to the commander, and adds;
“Dorsin ost Halit, Commander; what exactly are your intentions for the activities taking place on that planet you call your own?”
@jorcool
The small ship hadn’t extended the arms of its landing gears. Once placed on the floor of the hangar it does so, raising the body of the ship as the task force assemble in preparation for the worst.
A silent moment passes before the door of the ship opens, making hardly a sound as it lifts to grant exit to the person inside and a series of stepping platforms extend to the floor of the hangar.
A young woman then emerges from within. She has green eyes, brown shoulder length hair and is clothed in a loose fitting yellow and pink summer dress, hardly the attire to be expected from someone stepping off of any sort of space craft.
She looks around at the task force, quickly absorbs the outlay of the hangar, and then descends the stairs calmly to the hangar floor. She gives a warm smile to the armed troops, visibly unfettered by the weapons pointed at her. Lifting her voice, she addresses everyone present:
“I would like to meet the man whose decision it was to save me and…” She glances down at herself, “…the seed growing inside me.”
“Life is a miracle, Donny.” Fanny replied while cracking her knuckles, “Next time you find yourself in front of a mirror, consider that you’re looking at a miracle.”
She then watches with brow raised, and a little smirk, at the coin circle her and come to rest on the floor. With a little snuff, she stoops down and plucks it up before using her thumb to flick it in Donny’s direction. Time then seems to slow down, the coin moving in slow motion as it flips towards him and she starts answering his question, though her words aren’t effected by the slowing of time. Only the coin is affected.
“Faith. The substance of things hoped for, the evidence things not seen.” She said. The coin reached the height of its arced trajectory to Donny. “What man or woman is so sure of the unseen that faith can be considered anything more than hope?” The coins arrives within grasping range of Donny as she finishes her response: “It’s an insult to childlike purity. Lost are the days when I even had a heart to expect real faith from people.”
As the coin reaches its destination, whether Donny catches it or not, the door to the room suddenly opens with a sharp sound, like air escaping a puncture in a tyre. In the same moment the laser sensors shut down as the turrets go offline. Four armed Quatis security officers storm into the room but stop just inside the doorway. Behind them, Donny, if he’s paying attention, can see the metal crate Fanny had mentioned in the other room. She hadn’t been lying. Two of Quatis security, however, now stopped in their tracks, take aim with their rifles at Fanny May. The other two take aim at Donny.
“Who the fuck are you?!” One of the officers yell out, but the question wasn’t directed at Donny, but Fanny instead. It was clear they didn’t recognize her or even know why she was in that room.
In an immediate response, Fanny throws up her arms in shrug-like fashion and laughs while saying; “Well boys, you got me good!”
“Get down on the floor!” The same officer yelled at her and took a step closer to her.
“Settle down, my son.” She replied in a calm and unperturbed voice. She then looks at Donny with a wink. “Have faith in yourself, then maybe you can find faith in another.”
With those words spoken, the same Quatis officer as before started repeating his previous order, but his words were cut off when he saw Fanny vanish. She vanished with no sign of light, no tell-tale sign that she had any assistance from technology. She just blinked from existence. In the wake of her absence, the device that had been on her wrist fell to the floor in front of Donny.
“What the hell is going on here - fuck!” Another officer exclaimed, utterly confused by what was taking place.
Then, defying their own apprehension of the current turn of events, the two officers covering Donny spilt up, one rushing around to Donny’s left, the other remaining to Donny’s Right, while the other two officer quickly turned their attention to Donny as well. One stayed in front of Donny, the other moved around behind him.
The one to Donny’s left then started barking orders at him: “Remain in your seat, you son of a bitch! One false move and you die!”
“You’re being transferred!” the first officer adds. “Escort is on its way – you will not resist if you know what’s god for you!” He then lifts his rifle to speak into the device on his wrist: “Head command, send backup! There’s some strange-ass shit going on down here!”
Each of the four officers are suited in jumpsuits. They each hold a rifle similar to the one Dino Gavon and his had held. They are not wearing head gear. They all were devices on their wrists. They all have 6 inch combat knives sheathed on their belts. They are all standing just over a meter form Donny’s position. The door to the room remains open.
As the first of the officers is still in the middle of calling for backup, and although she can no longer be seen, Donny hears the voice of Fanny whisper in his ear:
“Dorsin ost Halit, my gifted one.”
@Metatrooper
Fanny seemed amused, softly snickering as the event with the Forte took place, or maybe her reaction to the destructing of the Rodia ship had lightly impressed her.
“Oof!” She declared in a childlike manner when the Tempest jumped to Hyperspace. “You’re sure taking your chances here, buddy! But it sure is exciting stuff!” She polished off her beer and tossed the bottle to the side before Meta grabbed her by the arm to drag her away.
Being forcefully ushered by Meta to the Bridge changed her mood, however. Her lips puckered sideways in a distasteful fashion while her eyes turned down to the grip he had on her arm.
Released from his grip on the bridge, she sighed. She was no longer wearing glasses. She bit her lip for a second, then rolled her eyes as if she had remembered something unimportant before she finally replied;
“You’ve always used your brain a little more than most probably should. What ever happened to that sweet little kid I once knew?” She holds up a fresh bottle of beer, unopened, and offers it to him. “I tell ya what…” As she is now talking her expression changes to a serious glare at Meta, while her voice gradually changes to that of a masculine, though soothing and yet profoundly persuasive tone. While this happening, her skin darkens to a deep shade of brown while her eyes begin to radiate a soft, white glow. “…you take off that head gear and have a sip of this beer, and I’ll reveal some things you might like to know.”
@CmdrAlfieq@Quote5
Fanny gives Junior a look of light admiration, then focuses on the commander with a smile of courteousness, not sincerity.
She says: “We all have our views on what is wrong or right, despite what our intuition tells us, even if those intuitions contradict what our mind tells us. Isn’t that so, Commander? So, allow me to rephrase the question….”
Fanny now has fresh beers in her hand, one in her left, the other in her right. Where they came from isn’t known. They are just there. She offers the one in her right hand to the commander, and adds;
“Dorsin ost Halit, Commander; what exactly are your intentions for the activities taking place on that planet you call your own?”
@jorcool
The small ship hadn’t extended the arms of its landing gears. Once placed on the floor of the hangar it does so, raising the body of the ship as the task force assemble in preparation for the worst.
A silent moment passes before the door of the ship opens, making hardly a sound as it lifts to grant exit to the person inside and a series of stepping platforms extend to the floor of the hangar.
A young woman then emerges from within. She has green eyes, brown shoulder length hair and is clothed in a loose fitting yellow and pink summer dress, hardly the attire to be expected from someone stepping off of any sort of space craft.
She looks around at the task force, quickly absorbs the outlay of the hangar, and then descends the stairs calmly to the hangar floor. She gives a warm smile to the armed troops, visibly unfettered by the weapons pointed at her. Lifting her voice, she addresses everyone present:
“I would like to meet the man whose decision it was to save me and…” She glances down at herself, “…the seed growing inside me.”
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