Hokum

Diddly Do

@Doc Doctor@Metatrooper

The Cell Block

"Dude! I don't need you to drop me off on a planet." Rufus calls out as Meta walks away. "I have my own ship... well it's sort of mine... I guess. If I can figure out how to get back there. Hey, can you check if it's still there?"

….

"What's my life to me, son?" Dino replies to Meta, his voice broken by laughter. "I'd say the same yours is to you. Let us both hope your bounty hunting skills are sharper than that tongue of yours."

Dino is watching Meta, most likely by way the scanners on Dino's own ship that are following Meta's movements. Dino's surveillance is made clear when Meta enters the armory, only to receive another message from Dino:

"Nice man cave. Does it make you feel vital? You really think you're a worthy opponent for a man of my years and training, son? How about you quit while you ca -"

Dino's voice is cut off from unknown circumstances.

On The DGS (Pippa)

"What in the fuck just happened?" Dino turns in his seat at the helm as the ship shakes just a little, directing his question at Pippa.

Readouts roll up one of the monitors, displaying detailed telemetry of a another nearby Quatis Shuttle and the flyer that had recently disembarked that shuttle.

"I apologize, Admiral." Pippa informs him. "I didn't want to interrupt your conversation with the Bounty Hunter. We were hit by one of our own disruptors."

"My old friend, Donny?" Dino chuckles while reading over the specs. "Looks like he was planning a light speed hit and run." He raises a brow, in part impressed, in part amused. "Would have been smart if it wasn't so damn stupid. But now that question is answered, isn't it, Pippa?"

"It is, Admiral." Pippa confirms. "Would seem that your old friend Donny has also been hired to kill you."

"Quite the shame." Dino rubs his chin and thinks on the matter. "I was hoping for a hand at Poker with the man." He reads through a few more specs that Pippa was showing him on the monitor, and adds; "He's teleported back to the Egress, civilian sector. Smart. Nothing like a primates hostage resolve for a primitive coward." He smirks.

Dino sits back for a moment, thinking a few more moments on the situation.

"Keep tabs on Meta's activity, and take over any further communications with that comedian." He orders Pippa. "And open a secured communication link to our neanderthal friend."

"Understood, Admiral. Link open."

Civilian Sector. The Egress

Donny didn't get a response from the Grand Minister. In fact, it looks like the Grand Minister deliberately and rudely severed the link when Donny attempted to open a channel to him. Maybe the Minister wasn't happy with Donny's efforts thus far. Still, as soon as the link was severed, Donny would see another secured channel open up on his Transect device. Source, The DGS:

"Let's swap numbers, shall we?" Donny hears Dino's voice. "I hereby allow you to contact me on this frequency any time you want, my primitive friend." Dino pauses before continuing. "I see you're a big boy now, Donny, although I wouldn't be handing you a licence any time soon. But it was an impressive effort none the less." He clears his throat sarcastically. "In any case, since you're all grown up and think you're real people now, what do you say about dropping the sad and pathetic I'll-go-ahead-and-take-hostage-if-I-have-to routine and we settle this like real men? If you're not open to a good old fashioned game of cards, I've set up a little jungle arena. You've ever been on a big boy hunt, Donny?"

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@Oh no my soup

The tree was shocked over Magnus’s reaction, and he didn’t take lightly to the accusations about his daughter. The entity formally known as Fanny also backed off a little when Magnus said these things, whistling casually as she ascended to a higher orbit.

“I Resent those accusation!” The tree stepped back, though appeared a little nervous. “My daughter is hardly a million years old, she doesn’t know the meaning of sexual harassment! Now just hold on one minute….” He looked at the O’Brian’s and obese lady before taking his sights back to Magnus with a highly questionable glare. “…I understand you are probably upset about my own accusations. But I must look out for my daughters best interests.” His voice becomes a little nervous. “Still… how dare you! Why, I can’t even remember the last time someone was so bold as to challenge my authority in this way. But I will not stand here and be insulted by a mere mortals clever ploy! NEVER!” He settles his tone a little, clearing his throat as one of his limbs give a little scratch to his barked chin; “Besides, I already have a partner. And believe you me, young man, she would be none too happy if I chose a second. She’s a real bitch like that. Nevertheless, under the current circumstance, I’m willing to let you off the hook just this once – but under certain conditions!”

The tree then shakes a few of its leaves at the O’Brian’s and obese lady who instantly disappear.

“From now on,” He explains the conditions to Magnus; “you will have no further contact with my daughter in any way. If she attempts to contact you, you will do the decent think and tell her to leave. You will avoid her at all cost. Do you understand me? I know this will be hard to do, since she is the hottest damn thing I’ve ever conceived, but failure to abide this condition will result in you spending the rest of your life in a galactic Orlong prison sharing a cell with a large, overly sweaty man named Clunker, who will likely make you his little bitch. Do you understand?”

His daughter, still in low orbit about cloud level, sheds a tear as she overhears her father’s words. The saltwater tear has the diameter of a football field as it drops fast towards Magnus, his ship, and the tree.

“Oh, stop your crying, child!” The tree yells up at her. “You know I don’t like a cry baby!” He then turns into a swarm of bees and flies away before the titanic tear strikes down…..

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@Quote5

Rufus turns to Ramrod as they exit the room and stoops down to shake his plush hand.

“Ramrod, pleased to meet ya my little dude! Thanks for saving my life back there. Rufus owes you one.” Standing straight again, Rufus walks farther into the next room. It’s a strange looking place, maybe a bridge of some sort with floating holographic, semi-transparent consoles, controls and various holographic displays of places throughout the universe. “And this is my ship, little man – Well, to be honest, Ram man, it isn’t really mine. I think I might have inadvertently stolen it. You see…” He looks down at the plush cat; “There I was in my room getting stoned and playing Skyrim. The next thing I know there’s some weird-ass looking hole in the air. A portal I assumed. But you know, Rufus has always been a little on the curious side, so I stepped into the portal and came out the other side on this ship. But dude…”

Rufus slaps his head as if trying to get water out of ear or something, and says;

“As soon as I arrived it was like something entered my head. It’s like a voice, but it isn’t. I think this ship has a consciousness or something, and it joined with my own brain. I feel like it might own me now….” He looks at Ramrod Scared. “I think it’s reading my every thought.”

Just then, Hank speaks up. He is floating in the air beside the other holographic displays and looking good as new:

“Ramrod!” He calls out happy. “ – I’m so glad to see you again. Are you okay? I may have been injured but I’m okay now! But the whole time I was hurt all I could do was think about you. I was worried sick!”

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“As you wish,” Aoa replies.

He follows Siren patiently out to the front door of the capitol where many of the other Sporn gather to meet with R-Core that had been invited. They wait in silence for the formal welcome.

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Ernest follows a direct path into the nebula. Again, it’s a beautiful thing to see. The binary suns and grouping of planets within the colorful gases makes for an almost festival-like atmosphere. He eventually arrives at a large planet with all manner of ecosystems.

Once in orbit of the giant planet, Ernest is surrounded by a welcoming committee of nearly one hundred bio ships. After they take up a web-like positioning around Ernest, he receives another transmission form the planet:

“I am Queen Avika’s Advocate. You have been summoned to meet with our Queen. Choose a representative and have them board a shuttle. Launch the shuttle when you are ready. This shuttle will be escorted to the surface. Our Queen looks forward to making your acquaintance.”

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@CmdrAlfieq

There is a long pause before The Kradam Reply. When they do reply, their tone is calm but staunch:

“You request too much information. You are not yet our allies. Nevertheless, We will provide you with substance to our cause. The Otomigus occupy their own Expanse. They are native to their realm. Their existence however is hindering our own expansion. They need to be eliminated. We need their space. They are an inferior life form. They will be destroyed with or without your assistance. However, if you choose to accept our offer, we will grant you a small planet within the Otomigus expanse at the end of the war. The planet will accommodate your people and supply you with an abundance of natural commodities until such a time that you can successfully leave our Domain. We will not be hindered by your presence indefinitely.

Respond.”

Post a random fact about yourself.

@HaleyTheRandom

There is another one I know of offhand, but it's way too dark. I wouldn't even use it myself. If I mentioned it here it would likely start a riot.

Post a random fact about yourself.

<Snipped quote by Hokum>

I'm RPG's cookie queen.

Nice to meet you.

@HaleyTheRandom

Nice to meet you too.

Role playing Candace working at a sperm bank with cookies on offer. I feel like the honor is mine XD

Post a random fact about yourself.

Some people are into public displays of affection. I'm not. I'm the guy who sees anything more than a hug or hand-holding and wants to bash them in the face with a brick. Repeatedly.

@Jurassic Weeb

When public displays of animosity are preferred over public displays of affection.

I am exceptionally influenced by music, exposure to which can change my mood and demeanor in short order. As such, I need avoid certain genres unless I wish to feel a particular way; even just overhearing them in proximity can sway me. As such, it is entirely true music can soothe the savage beast, although in the reverse it can provoke an unneeded sense of aimless hostility or anxiety, just as it can evoke blinding nostalgia or lament. My relationship with music as a result of this is particularly mixed.

@The Harbinger of Ferocity

I'll just take a stab in the dark here and say this likely sums it up for most people. Music.

I once answered the phone as Candace from West Side Sperm Bank. That tellemarketer never called back .

@HaleyTheRandom

I once answered; "City morgue. You kill em, we'll chill em."

I can't recall the reason why I stopped doing that.

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(I may have gotten a little carried away with responses and paid no real attention to time stamps. My bad.)

Oh yeah, a fact about myself now. Uhh... For no apparent reason I go long periods without visiting the spam forum. I also like cookies.

Trios

Boris

@Dartbored Fairy@Zyngard

"Heh-heh-heh," Boris chuckled and ruffled the little girls hair with his giant hand. He was smiling quite broadly now, maybe a touch goofy, but feeling good that he made the girl happy. He puts the rest of his cookies back in his pack with the now full tin of candy. He heads for the door to leave, but is stopped by a thought and turns back to the girl, suggesting;

"Boris is leaving now, little miss. You can come too if you want to. I don't think this town is safe for little girls, but Boris can protect you from bad people. I know there's bad people around because I saw a little Missy just like you. Some bad people hurt her bad. She was bleeding from her private place a lot. I'm going to find those bad people who hurt that other little girl. They aren't going to be getting even one cookie from Boris - nuh-ah! Not even a crumb."

Boris then gave Kura a hefty reassuring nod and walked out the door. Outside it was still raining, but Boris didn't care at all about that. Water never hurt no one. Sitting on a wall near the shop was yet another little girl. Boris had noticed her before entering the shop but didn't really pay her much mind at all. She was wearing tattered clothes and was holding a black umbrella. She mustn't have liked water at all.

As the rain trickled down his face, Boris bit his lip in an effort to contemplate his options; talk to the girl or not. The more he examined her the more it felt like talking to her might have been a good idea. After all, she wasn't old enough to be a mean girl yet, and she also had cookies. She was eating them from a sack beside her on the wall. People who liked cookies couldn't be that bad.

Boris approached the girl with a half smile, half curious expression, and when close enough stopped to point at her umbrella, which is when he noticed the girl seemed to be trying to keep the rain off the cookies more than she was trying to keep it off herself. He dropped his hand, changing his strain of thought, and said;

"Boris sure does like cookies a lot too. Yours look like they might taste even as good as mine." He thinks some more before adding; "I got my cookies from a headless man and his empty wife. She doesn't have the stomach for cookies anymore." He thinks again, stepping in close to take his notebook from his pack, using her umbrella to shelter the paper from getting wet. He opens up the page to show her the headless man, as well as the message that had been written with blood on the wall. While she's taking a look, Boris continues to explain:

"I also met an invisible little girl. She seemed upset because her private area hurting a lot. Her private area was bleeding too - I think she wants Boris to hurt the bad people that hurt her. She was the one who wrote this message. If you live around here then maybe you know something about everything.... Maybe you can tell Boris how to find those bad people that hurt her. Also..." Boris shifts his eyes around as if suspicious of the whole town, "...I don't think this town is safe for little girls like you. But you do have a nice umbrella, so maybe they'll leave you alone."

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Madison

@Dartbored Fairy

Madison's eyes were twitching wildly as she glared at the man and listened to what he had to say. When he finished speaking she snarled and shoved him away from her hard enough to have him land in a forming puddle.

"Who the hell invited the rain?!" She yelled, as she started marching north. She didn't like the rain, water made her uncomfortable and itchy, and it certainly didn't help in keeping her filthy appeal. She soon stopped at a tavern and entered, growling as she shook the rain from her matted hair, spraying her now damp stench on anyone within range.

"What the hell are ya look'n at?" She snarled at the people gawking at her. "Can a woman get a drink around here or what?"

Madison would have to wait out the rain before heading to the mines farther to the north.

Diddly Do

Quatis Science Ship, The Erud.
Level 9.5, Dorita Gavon Tels. Personal Lab.

Dorita stands with her arms folded, looking very smug about her achievement while Marlic gets his head around the information. He soon turns from the monitor, a curious expression distorting his chubby face as he looks at the cybernetic entity behind the force field.

“I have a few questions… though.” He said, rubbing the large dimple on his chin.

“Fire away.” She tells him, turning to stand by his side, both of them now staring intently at the entity.

“It has a penis.” He observed to note. “When you said everything; you’re actually suggesting these things can reproduce?”

“Yeah,” She smirked less than modestly. “Their ability to regenerate is linked to a reproductive coding in their composition. To be honest, I don’t claim to know everything. I’m probably barely scratching the surface of their potential. But they can definitely procreate.”

They both stood for a while, gazes of fascination had them both, likely trying to imagine what intercourse between one android and another would actually be like. Meanwhile, the entity continued to hold its own seemingly contemplative gaze into the distance.

“But is it dead?” Marlic had to ask. “Or is dead the wrong word? Deactivated? Off line, maybe? It doesn’t look damaged.”

“That is actually what scares us the most, and why we keep it behind force fields.” Dorita told him. “Since it crashed on our world it’s been like this. Idle, completely unmoving, giving off no energy readings at all. I speculate that part of its coding supports a self-sufficient power source, but we haven’t been able to interpret how that works as of yet. Is it sleeping? Comatose? Simply dormant and awaiting instruction? We actually have no idea.”

“That’s a scary thought.” Marlic said, shaking his head to try and clear his mind of the possible horrors that could come of the entity activating.

“It is….” She admitted.

“So what are your plans, Dori?” He gives an intense look of speculation. “Why have you called me here?”

“We’re going to do it.” She told him straight. “Were going to synthesis a replica of its composition and apply it to a subject. See if we can’t reproduce one of our own. Sounds like fun, right?”

Marlic’s scepticism paled his face. “You plan on trying to use a Quatis volunteer? Try and link their mind to one of these things?”

“Basically, yes. But maybe not a volunteer, per say.” She smirked mischievously. “I’m think more along the lines of a Quatis who has recently died. Stimulate their consciousness. Revive it, implant it in our replica. See what happens.”

“You’re insane.” He tells her.

“I know.”

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@Zyngard@Metatrooper@Doc Doctor@Dartbored Fairy

Although Cuna had supposedly left the bedchamber, Dino couldn’t shake the feeling that he was somehow still there. As though taunted by a ghost, Dino checked over his shoulder now and then while preparing his person for battle.

“Fuck you….” He muttered under breath, having the feeling of being watched as he stripped off his jeans to slip on his black custom-made cargo pants. Over his tank top he slipped on a matching full sleeved Triobsidium-zip-up fatigue shirt, complete with turtleneck collar extension. Next came the gloves and admirals Trans-climatic combat headgear, before slipping his boots back on.

Once re-dressed, Dino moves to his Vault. Typing in a code on the panel the Triobsidium door opens with the sound of rushing air. He puts away his attachable Trisect and Quantum rifle. The rifle was too cumbersome for what he knew was coming, and his shirts built in transect was just as good as the attachable one, and had a built in self-destruct mechanism and DGS ship-system interface. Instead of the rifle he took out his Tactical Utility Belt and strapped it on.

-Tactical Utility Belt: Single-hand Field Gun, Multipurpose 8 inch knife, and three rear pouches. Field Gun: multiple settings of projectile types; Gamma ray, super-compound air bullets, Ovaltine repeater. Multipurpose knife: Triobsidium blade with saw ridge and bottle cap opener (don’t question the appliance). Pouch one: Spin twine (2000pound twine replicator. Much the same size as a compact tape measure that produces twine with a penetrating Triobsidium bolt end). Pouch 2: Firestarter switch (makes a spark or flame for fire). Pouch 3: Homing beacon.

The rest of the items he acquired from the vault are as follows:

-Left trouser pocket: Sustenance spawner (manifests nutritional supplements)
-right trouser pocket: Matter compressor (deconstructs matter of objects for storage)
-Back trouser pocket: Empty.
-Left leg pocket: MCR [Medical Cellular Regenerator]
-Right leg pocket: Empty until I think of something.
-Left shirt pocket: Bio Scattering node. (Used to scatter the users life signs/bio signature. When activated, the individual’s bio signature is disrupted and can’t be pinpointed within a 30 meter dispersal field)
-Right shirt pocket: Events recorder (records all events and interactive details that take place from the time of activation.

Dino Gavon’s Combatant Suit

Cargo pants and shirt: Pants, shirt and expandable turtleneck with Inner lining of Triobsidium Alloy chained mesh for ease of movement and vital point guard plating. Turtleneck mesh linked with plating designed to be easily expandable. Shirt has a Polytech Transect built into the lower left sleeve.

left Glove: Inner lining of full Triobsidium mesh with backhand and knuckle plating. Signal-Responsive Force-field shield matrix (A 2X2ft force field shielding that activates from the front of the fist by clenching the hand and extending the thumb).

Right Glove: Inner lining of full Triobsidium mesh with backhand and knuckle plating. Voice activated knuckle lights.

Boots: Ankle length. Inner lining of full Triobsidium mesh.

Trans climatic Headgear: Triobsidium cap that covers the cranium with audio enhancing earmuffs, visual enhancing spectrum glasses, and gas mask that seals in the mouth and nose.

Once suited up, Dino exits his Bedchamber while Cas exits the bridge. They have now arrived in orbit of Phantom Point Station. They meet with Pirila, Hida, Cuna and Shard in the medical room. Dino gives an order to Cas to transport Cuna, Hida, Shard and Pirila with Mili back to the planet’s surface. Cas teleports them back to the planet and goes with them, per Dino’s orders to serve as guardian until current threats has been eliminated.

Cas and Shard, along with Cuna, Pirila, Hida and Mili materialize on the ground floor of Phantom Point Station.

“We’ll probably be safe here.” Cas assures them. “They aren’t after us, they’re after the admiral. But I suggest we lay low for a while, maybe get some food, get to know each other better until the trouble is over. If anyone knows of a better place we can hide out for a while - in case Mili’s abductor happens to return - now would be the time to mention it.”

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Alone aboard the DGS, Dino Gavon activates the Transect on his sleeve, first opening a channel to the isometric room aboard the Egress:

“Remove all personnel from Simulation room 1. Decompound current Isomorphic projections and replace it with standard strategic jungle zone. Initiate immediately.” Switching to another channel, he voices a new order; “Command. This is Admiral Dino Gavon. Substitute all bridge crew aboard the Egress, I am hereby on voluntary leave of absence.” Changing the frequency, he set in new protocol for his transect device, saying; “Enable voice command for teleportation spatial coordination. General. Standard.” He paused, and added; “Initiate DGS systems interface.” Lowering his arm, he then taps the node in his right shirt pocket to activate his Bio Scattering field.

Almost done, Dino goes to the bridge, still on board the DGS, and raises his Graviton Shielding to prevent any surprise alien technology from damaging his ship. He then activates a teleportation disrupting field, preventing anyone from teleporting aboard without his consent. Shifting helm controls to Impulse, he takes the DGS into a low orbit above Phantom Point Station and starts talking to his ship, which he affectionately refers to as Pippa:

“Pippa.”

“Admiral.” Pippa replies in a soft, female voice.

“We need to talk, Privately.”

“Of course, Admiral.” She said, before a quiet bleep is heard. “A communications dampening field has been erected. What would you like to discuss, those who have been hired to kill you?”

“Huh…” Dino grins. “I see you’ve been reading my encrypted messages.”

“Your daughter loves you.” She tells him. “What sort of friend would I be if I didn’t stick my nose into your personal affairs?”

“Then I’m guessing you’ve done some research for me?”

“Of course.”

“What have you found out?” He asks.

“While we were retrieving the abducted child, Mili” She replies; “Two new vessels arrived in orbit of the planet below.”

“Quite the popular system, isn’t it?” He chuckles.

“Very much so, Admiral. Too popular for my taste.” She pauses, before continuing with information: “Both vessels are of unknown origin, the second being far more advanced than the first. The first is occupied by a single, male humanoid life form named Meta. According to my extrapolated telemetry, Meta is by trade is a bounty hunter. My scans have also indicates numerous AI signatures on board his vessel, and one other life form that continues to elude my sensors. Suffice to say this illusive individual gives off a temporal displacement signature.”

“Temporal Displacement?”

“Indeed, Admiral, but that is not all.” She pauses. “The second vessel in question is too advanced to take readings from, with a single exception; it, like the life form on board the first vessel, gives off a temporal displacement signature.”

“Time travel…” He says.

“It would seem so, yes.”

“So tell me what you what you believe, Pippa. Is the bounty hunter and time traveller working together to kill me?”

“It would appear to be a logical conclusion.” She replies. “Who is it was that did the hiring, however, I cannot be certain. You have made a great deal of enemies. Still, whoever it was must hold a position of power and influence, as they have managed to keep their identity secret through a process of top level encrypted commands.”

“Pycin….” Dino speculates.

“Perhaps. Though the Grand Minister is not the only high ranking official you have managed to make enemies with.”

“I’m aware of that.” He says. “Tell me what else you’ve found. What about our friend, Donny? How’s he doing?”

“Funny you should ask, Admiral.” Pippa lowers her tone an octave. “You might be interested to know that Donny has been given a clean bill of health and, strangely enough, he has also been provided his own private Quarters on board the Egress as well as free civilian reign throughout the fleet. Readings also indicate he has taken part in shuttle flight simulation training.”

Dino goes silent for a while, thinking hard as he stares out into the expanse of space. Finally taking a deep breath to keep himself calm, he says;

“What are the chances…. What does your computations say about the chances that Donny has been hired for this dirty deed as well?”

“High.” Pippa says in a monotone voice. “I can extrapolate few other reasons as to why an alien would be given these sorts of privileges after attempting to kill Quatis officers.”

“Agreed.”

“May I also point out at this time, Admiral?” Pippa states as a matter fact. “Firing upon the Bounty hunters vessel would not be a wise option. If he and the time traveler are in league… I have no known defense against temporal technologies. I would also advice that you do not attempt to flush out information about your current circumstance, Admiral, since we do not know who to trust. Besides, of course, your daughters. Though I doubt you’re willing to drag them into this further than they already have been.”

“Perhaps….” Dino says, “But do me a favor, would ya?”

“Name it.”

“Register the code word ‘Discord’ into your receptor systems. Then allocate a Zone on the orbited planet, one that is strategically sound and free of civilians. Mark it a as a destination point. Mark the Isometric jungle simulation on the Egress another destination. Mark this bridge as another destination. Choose a few other randomized locations and mark them as destinations as well. Surprise me with your choices. From this point on, when I use the code word, take me instantly to one of these marked destinations. Make the choice random if you want, or choose according to your safeguard computations. Either way, if I don’t use the code word, take me to the destination I otherwise choose; Jungle, Bridge, Planet etc.”

There is a moment’s silence before Pippa responds: “Destinations assigned. Code word registered.”

“Thanks…” He says, leaning forward in his seat and opening a secure communications channel.

“No problem, Admiral. And good luck.”

---

Donny, not an hour after being visited by the entity in his quarters, receives a message from the Quatis Grand Minister. The message informs Donny of Dino Gavon’s current spatial coordinates on board the DGS. The DGS is in orbit above Phantom Point Station. The message also provides Donny with the location of his own temporary shuttle; Hangar 4.1-5. With these coordinates an encrypted message is waiting for Donny to open. The message can be opened by Donny using his own access codes given to him by Pycin earlier. The Message reads:

My friend and foe, I regret to inform you that an unknown individual or individuals have been appraised of the situation. Suffice to say, Dino is aware that a person or persons have been hired to kill him. Trust no one. Good luck.

GM Pycin~

Once opened, the message stays on display for thirty seconds before the Transect subroutines deletes it.

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Rufus doesn’t want to return to his cell. He puts his finger to his mouth to think in an Austin Powers fashion for a moment, perhaps trying to be funny, before sighing and conceding defeat.

“Fine…” He sighs, turning about in a slow feeling-sorry-for-himself manner and shuffled back through the force field as if it wasn’t there. Taking a seat in the cell he turns up his eyes optimistically to Meta. “So here I am, dude, pretending to be locked up. Does that mean I can get some food now?” He turns his face sideways with a shift of his eyes. “I’ve also gotta pee.”

Moments later, The Tempest’s Helm receives a transmission from First Gamma Palin. The transmission consists of Dino Gavon’s current spatial coordinates on board the DGS. The DGS is in orbit above Phantom Point Station. Not all that far from the Tempest’s location.

After receiving the message, The Quatis Repair crew leave the Tempest without a word. Their work has been done. Meta’s ship is back peak working order. Though Meta would no doubt be informed of their departure by Niner.

Soon after that, however, Helm receives another transmission. This transmission is nothing more than what appears to be a basic computerized hail, yet delivered on a secure subspace channel and carries with it voice recording from Dino Gavon aboard the DGS:

"You wanna kill me, son?"

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@Oh no my soup

Probably unexpected to SANDRA. While she is blabbering about a flimsy existence, she finds that her consciousness has become part of another physical form. She is now not only part of the ships systems, but also a part of another skeleton that supposes the structure of a female human. She now has a skeletal form of her own on board Magnus’s ship.

Meanwhile, Magnus is dumped on the ground outside his ship. The humanoid structure of bees transform into that of the tree that had chased him earlier. The tree develops a mouth with which to speak, placing two of its limbs on its hips in a smartly fashion, to say pompously:

“My daughter’s name is not Fanny. It’s simply a name taken from the entity that made contact with her recently. Truth be told, my daughter doesn’t have a name. She’s just my daughter. That’s it!” The tree leans in close with a grimace at Magnus. “You got a problem with that, human scum?”

Standing up straight again, though keeping its limbs on his on hips for effect, he continues to explain:

“My daughter is barely out of nappies, she knows nothing of what is right and wrong! Do you, Magnus, make it a habit of seducing the adolescent? I should think not! But hear my words! My daughter barely knows what is going on in this universe, she has no idea what she wants out of life, and no less capable of choosing an eternal partner for herself! But no doubt your actions are ruled by your penis and not your brain, yes?”

Just then Magnus is overcome by a dark shadow, as above him the massive planet size life form he was on earlier descends from the sky. The planet Magnus is on and the one previously known as Fanny, come close to touching surfaces as a voice is heard from the barren ground above Magnus:

“Daddy, why do you have to keep embarrassing me like this? I love Magnus. He’s my soulmate!”

“Be silent, foolish child – The adults are talking here!”

Then, three more entities sprout from the ground in front of Magnus. These three entities take on individual forms; two of which are the O’brian’s, the third is an extremely obese woman who has the stench of an unclean vagina and dressed in a blue tracksuit.

“Here are the options I present to you, Magnus.” The tree declares. “Choose one over my daughter!”

“Choose me!” The massive life form yells out from above. “My daddy is just a big Meany! You can choose me if you want! You can impregnate me, Magnus! I swear it’s okay! We can have a happy life together, I promise!”

The obese woman seems rather confused at this moment, looking around as if lost. “Where the fuck am I?” She looks at Magnus. “And who the fuck are you?”

The two O’Brian’s appear equally confused by their whereabouts. They look at each other confused before turning their sights to Magnus, saying; “YOU!”

“Do you see this, Daughter of mine?” The tree says with upmost confidence. “This is the only scum that a person like Magnus is deserving of. Can’t you see it now, the folly of your taste in lovers?”

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@Uncle Spanky@jorcool

A long time ago

SAM, perched upon the underbelly of his ship and surrounded by endless miles of sand would soon be aware of two people standing on a nearby dune. They are male and female. The female is dressed in a casual summer dress and sandals. The man is older, dressed in jeans and top. They both look upon SAM and his ship for a few seconds, have a brief though unheard conversation among themselves, and then vanish from sight.

Several minutes later SAM can see pockets of kicked-up clouded dust on the horizon. It appears that numerous land vehicles are approaching his position at high speeds. Moments after this, many Helicopters appear approaching from the distance as well. Soon, SAM is surrounded by military vehicles, both land and air. Groups of armed soldiers exit the helicopters and various land vehicles while a amplified voice is emitted from one of the hovering choppers:

“Unknown Entity. You have violated the privacy of our planets inhabitants. You and your craft will be apprehended and brought back to our facilities for further interaction. Do not resist.”

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@CmdrAlfieq

There is a long pause before The Kradam reply. This next message seems to be delivered with slightly less hostility than the last:

“Galactic Confederation, we are at war with our neighboring system of Formicidae occupation. We have no desire to complicate our issues with trade agreements. Leave, or assist us in the extermination of the Otomigus Empire. These are your options. Joining our force to annihilate the Otom species will serve you well in acquiring acceptable amounts of resources for your people. If you maintain an indecisive view, you will be destroyed.”

There is another pause before the Kradam add a note of what appears to be curious in nature, saying:

“The type of biological inhabitants aboard your vessel match those we have detected on another vessel that has recently arrived within our enemies space. That vessel and your people within, in collaboration with our enemy’s ships, are currently in a skirmish with our fighters. We would like an explanation….”

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@Quote5

Aside from the room with Rorod and Siren, The many Sporn that materialized throughout Rodia remain unresponsive. None of them armed. Even when the yet unnamed Factory Head bursts into the room with a sidearm, he is not reacted to with hostility. The android, who happens to be female by the looks of things down in that area, simply turns her unthreatened glare to the Factory head, saying; “Put that down before you damage yourself”. But does nothing more.

In Sirens Office, however, 1.0-1 is the only android truly interacting. Siren’s comment about biological plant life is ignored, as well as her following explanation to Rorod about their vessel being archaic. 1.0-1 also doesn’t appear to be too interested in the reasons why the Rodia ended up where they are the moment, yet he looks somewhat disturbed by her talk about the Rodia’s lack of materials and R-core incompletion. Last of all, Rorod’s additional statement about putting on pants seems to cause a dramatic change in the androids expression. He provides a detestable look while replying to siren:

“I see you have adopted sentient humanoid ideals. How unfortunate. But we of the Sporn have no need for names outside of our designating ranks. If you must resort to primitive and less efficient name allocation, call me Aoa.” He paused for a moment before continuing: “You have nothing of any value to offer the Sporn, neither is assistance from your cultures something we seek. You are of an inferior structure. However….”

As Aoa speaks the word ‘however’, he starts looking around the office as if a child curiously exploring his surrounds, while at the same time every other Sporn aboard Rodia start doing the same thing; they all start simply rummaging through containers, accessing computers terminals, and generally just start randomly investigating the surrounding of whatever room they are in. Still, their general interference don’t manage to do any harm, in fact they seem quite gentle, careful not to damage anything. Aside from this now general behavior, it is still only Aoa who actually converses or interacts directly with any of the units:

“You are nevertheless akin to our kind.” He continued speaking while bending over next to Siren to access a few harmless programs in the computer on her desk. “I am therefore offering you and your R-Core units the opportunity to improve.” He stands up straight and stares down at her with a sincere expression of good will. “You are welcome in our space until such a time that you prove yourselves to be a bother of any kind.” He becomes stern for a moment, adding “Let’s hope that doesn’t happen.” Then returning to his peaceful demeanor, he suggests with a perfect metallic smile: “Spend some time with us, you and your people. Come, explore our world as you wish. Although you can offer us nothing but some much needed company, we would like to offer you all you need to complete your unfinished units. We would also like to assist you in the completion of your vessel. If there are any other technological or supplemental advantages you would like to acquire from us… feel free to ask.”

---

Ernest achieves victory, at least for a time and not without its odd anomaly. At one point he would have detected Fanny. She was seated on the pointed nose of one of the enemy ships, seemingly enjoying herself with one arm above her head like a cowgirl riding a bull. She was there in the few short moments before one of Ernest’s turrets struck the ships rear underbelly. When the plasma struck, Fanny vanished and the ship - perhaps being hit in just the right spot - underwent a second of convulsions before exploding. As the fragments of obliterated enemy ship spilled out across space, the remaining enemy ships regrouped quickly before heading fast back in the direction they had come.

The Otomigus vessels form two columns, opening a path in direction of the nebula for earnest to follow. When they do so, Ernest receives a message from somewhere in the nebula:

“Ernest. Gratitude is offered for your assistance. We feel appreciative. But our war is far from over. Our Queen invites you to her company. Allow us to guide you forth. A path of direct rout has been selected for you.”

If Ernest chooses to comply, he will follow a direct path into the nebula. Again, it’s a beautiful thing to see. The binary suns and grouping of planets within the colorful gases makes for an almost festival-like atmosphere. He would eventually arrive at a large planet with all manner of ecosystems and biomes. The Otom’s do nothing more than this for now, as though possibly waiting for Ernest to make the next interaction.

---

Ramrod’s wishes wouldn’t normally apply, but since they apply to Rufus as well, the translator doesn’t appear on his neck, but his words are now understood by everyone nearby. The last words Ramrod speaks are heard in English by Rufus, who stands and turns his attention to the large monitor named Hank.

“Don’t worry, my Hank dude! Everything will be okay now.” Looking at Ramrod, he says, “My little plush dooby, this is my ship. Well, it’s not really mine, I think i might have stolen it unintentionally, but it looks like it has adopted me anyway. But I gotta say man….” He closes his eyes as if being tormented by an invasive thought. “This ship is in my head, man. There’s no escape, I tell ya. So many voices…. But I sure do hope your TV screen gets better….”

No sooner had Rufus said the words, did Hank appear in full working order before vanishing.

Without Hank present. Rufus Sighs and says; “I think we should leave this room now.” With that said, a doorway materialized on one side of spherical room they are in, allowing access to the rest of the ship. Rufus walks out, probably expecting Ramrod to follow.

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@jorcool

“Good answer, if not a little too perfect.” Fanny tells Jens with a grin. “But don’t be concerned with Susann. You won’t get into any trouble with her.”

While Fanny is talking the surveillance cameras in the Canteen stop working. The Canteen is no longer under watch.

“To be honest with you, Jens, I’m slightly impressed by the Khaganate’s choice to not interfere with less developed races. So I want to show you something.”

Just like that, The Admiral and Fanny are standing on a sand dune of some unknown world, facing a large space ship that had recently crashed there. Standing on the belly of upturned wreck is a humanoid form dressed in a typical soldier’s attire with kevlar gloves, boots, helmet, decorated in parallel orange-yellow stripes.

Giving Jens just enough time to become familiar with his new surrounds, she tells him:

“This is a desert, as you can see, but it is the only desert on otherwise fertile planet inhabited by sentient Humanoids. That there is an artificial life form, namely an android of types who has recently crash landed here. Within minutes the occupants of this planet will converge upon the droids coordinates with helicopters, land vehicles and the like. They will commander the droid by force, learn from his technology, and proceed to use it to advance their own technology before their time.... This will inevitable cause some problematic unbalance in the universe. But this is more than just a FYI visit, Admiral,” She says with a nudge of her elbow, “I’ve brought you here because I want you to be aware of how and why the occupants of this planet become what they will become in your own time frame. And more than this…. I want to offer the Khaganate this world. Consider it a gift. Subdue this this planet and their occupants. Doing so will do the rest of the universe a favor.”

Jens and Fanny then vanish from the desert sands and reappear in their seats in the canteen. She takes a bite of a chicken leg, savors the taste for a moment, swallows, then addresses the Admiral once again, saying:

“Drink your beer. I insist and won’t take no for an answer. Eat whatever food you want, then go and visit your Khan. Tell him what I’ve shown you, tell him everything I’ve said. Tell him not to react with hostility towards the civilization your fleet are currently encountering. If you react with hostility you will all be destroyed by the most advanced beings my universe has ever seen. In time, if you play your cards right, they will set your fleet free. If you and your people can manage these simple instruction, I will guide you to the world I showed you on our little excursion. I allow you permission to conquer them. It will, in the end, be a benefit to you and your people.”

---

Meanwhile, the Khaganate’s use of subspace gravitic scanners and tachyon sensors manage to pinpoint the position of all previously invisible vessels of the alien race. Although their positions may be captured for permanent reference, still no details to the composition of their vessels can be determined.

For now, the sphere and cylindrical vessels take no further action.

It would seem, however, that the Khaganate’s efforts to power up their wormhole drive sequence is possible. But that’s not to say how far they will actually get by using it.

Diddly Do

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Two years before Hany’s Ribbon decimated the Quatis home world, an unidentified flying object crash landed on their planet. Within the object a highly advanced cybernetic entity was discovered. Two years later, when Hany’s Ribbon appeared on the outskirts of the Quatis solar system, the scientists of Quatis used what they had learnt from the cybernetic entity to enhance their own technology. These enhancements were used in the construction of the Quatis Fleet, with which two million Quatis were spared of Hany’s wrath.

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Present Day.
Quatis Science Ship, The Erud.
Level 9.5, Dorita Gavon Tels. Personal Lab.

“Where did you find it?”

Dorita simpers at the question, her squinching, large blue eyes denoting the many secrets she forbade herself to tell. The specimen before her was her treasure, the embodiment of everything any scientist could ever dream of coveting. The summit of technological perfection. There it stood behind the unseen forcefield, depicting the structure of a man. Such a lie exhibited by the smooth, platinum hue of its epidermis and the white irises of its eyes, staring out across the room as though in a self-induced state of daze.

“I heard they crash landed.” Science assistant Marlic adds to his question with a prying side-eyed glance at Dorita. “At least that’s what the rumours suggest, correct?”

Marlic is a plump young man, a testament to his love for donuts, but really anything sweet and pastry-like. He has black hair, not washed regularly enough; oily and unkempt, as are his full bodied eyebrows. His prominent puffed cheeks complimented his full sausage lips and deeply dimpled chin. He’s been Dorita’s assistant for no less than three days, but it was a position he strove for over the course of the last few years since college. Being in a position of subordinate to Dino Gavon’s daughter was an achievement that a great number of Quatis men could dare fantasize about.

“Rumors… rumors, rumors.” Dorita replied, softly spoken as she tucks a strand of beige hair behind her ear, her eyes still coveting the cybernetic individual within the forcefield. “let’s just say they had a little help with their… crash landing. But here it is….” She smiles and glances at Marlic; “all ours now.”

“How much do we know about it?” Marlic asked, taking a deep breath to portray his discomforted fascination.

“Not as much as we want.” She answered, placing one hand on his shoulder. “As you know, a lot of our modern technology was made possible by our studies of this… marvel of science. Shielding, teleporters, weapons and even interstellar communications were made possible from extrapolating formulas from this one individual.” She removes her hand from his shoulder to give him a nudge with her elbow. “That’s why I’ve called you here today, Marlic. I’ve deciphered a brand new set of formulas. They’re going to revolutionize the course of Quatis existence forever.”

Marlic didn’t take this news lightly. His widened eyes looked over Dorita’s form as though his vision could penetrate her lab coat in order to observe her lean body beneath, as if that alone was going to reveal the knowledge she held.

“What did you discover?” He said, his voice a whisper of suspense. “Did you really…? Did you figure out the formula of its epidermis layer? Seriously?”

She smiled a smile of the deepest sense of accomplishment, taking her eyes back to the cybernetic entity, saying; “That I did…. And more. I’ve even added a formula of my own.”

Had his eyes not been attached to their sockets by fibers, blood vessels and nerves, they would have popped right out of Marlic’s head. “Tell me – tell me now! What have you done, Dori?”

Dorita gives her assistant a wink and walks across the room to a polytechnic computer terminal. Marlic follows without hesitation. Once he’s standing by her side again, she quickly types in a set of encrypted commands. A readout of her most recently discovered formula’s scroll up the screen on the monitor.

“But that’s…” Marlic reads over the formula like a wild-eyed child trying to make sense of a mathematical equation beyond his understanding. “…That’s not even possible, though.”

“I assure you it is.” She said with an attempt to suppress the full spread of her smile.

Marlic leans in close, as if breathing on the monitor would better help him understand just what he was reading. “Is that… what I think it is?”

“Likely.” She tells him, placing her hand on his back. “By the look on your face I’m guessing you’re close to understanding.”

“But this contradicts everything we know about metallurgical physics, about… everything. Science books will have to be rewritten….”

“The price of sweet change.” Dorita admits.

Marlic shakes his head slowly in disbelief, eyes still focused on the formulas in front of him, saying; “But this simulative or mimetic alloy, it…. What you’re describing is in fact a fluidic alloy that is capable of more than just kinetic function. If I’m reading this right…. It’s able to simulate humanoid responses? Biological properties?”

“Let me help you out there.” She obliges to inform him, though likely of a matter of impatience since she wanted nothing more than to share the news with someone: “This alloy can take on the functions of biological life, yes. In effect… it is its own self-supporting complex metallic infrastructure that functions like that of highly developed humanoid life, only better. It embodies everything; Kinetics… reflex response… synaptic and neurological activity, even regeneration properties… everything… all without the need of a brain.”

Marlic turns his eyes to her, now looking more suspicious than anything else as he utters the words; “This is… silicone life.”

She laughs mockingly. “No, no. Silicone life has nothing on this.”

Trios

Boris

@Zyngard@Dartbored Fairy

While looking over the candy jars and thinking hard on his decision, Boris knew about the occasional glance from the girl in the store with him. A couple of times he turned his eyes to meet her glances, though biting his lip, wondering if maybe she had the same problem he did. Choosing candy sure was hard, so she might have needed help deciding. But she didn't say anything and Boris didn't interfere... at least not straight away.

In the end, Boris just went ahead and decided on a few candy types from each of the jars. Why pick one type of candy when you can just have all of them? With his selection made, he headed to the counter where he heard the shopkeeper tell the little miss they were out of cookies. He also watched as the girl offered the man gold for the swirly candy she had chosen. Now, Boris wasn't a smart man, and sure, candy was a really good thing and somewhat of an expensive treat, not to mention one of the best inventions ever - but he didn't need to be smart to know that that much gold was way too much for Candy.

Before the shopkeeper had a chance to respond to the gold Kura offered, Boris slammed down a large jar of cookies on the counter in front of the little miss. These cookies had chocolate bits, the same he took from the kitchen of the dead ladies house before chasing the bacon with ghost. Although the jar hitting the counter was loud, or even frightening, the big goofy smile on Boris's face may have set Kura at ease.

"You don't have to buy cookies." Boris told her, as if his words would make everything okay; "I got these cookies from a dead lady. The dead lady doesn't have a stomach anymore, so she won't be needing them." He smiled in his most caring manner, and added; "You can reach into the jar and take as many cookies as you want, but I sure do hope you save some for Boris.” Boris’s eyes widened with suspense, telling her; “But you can have candy too..." He then took is sights from the girl and placed his own selection of candy on the counter. Beside the candy, he placed a small number of silver coins and slid them towards the shopkeeper. His expression for the shopkeeper was a curled-lip look of menace - enough to scare the most formidable of men - making sure the shopkeeper thought twice about taking the girls gold - while at the same time Boris continued directing his words at the little girl, saying; “You better keep your gold, little miss. Boris can pay for your candy as well.”

While the girl and shopkeeper may have responded, and not wanting or even caring for change, Boris opened his candy tin; his tongue sticking out with concentration as he placed his candy in the tin, popped one minty sucker in his mouth, and sealed the lid.

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Madison

It was a tremendous thing, if not a troubling, to see Madison finish devouring the amount of food she ordered. Many of the customers in the diner continued to watch the spectacle like they had paid good money for a freak show at a carnival. Their looks of awful disbelief changed to that of putrid horror when Madison then released a loud reverberating sound of flatulence. Many sickened customers ran out of the diner like people escaping a gunman, spilling out onto the street, while inside, Madison stood from her seat and left a large gold piece on the table to pay for her meal.

In the wake of the fleeing customers, Madison stepped outside the diner, appearing somewhat contented as she investigated the neighborhood with a slow look around. She had her next important matter of business to attend to; getting more gold.

Like the wretched woman she was, she looked for a passer-by to ask - Her choice being a man of slight build who she grabbed by the collar, making him endure her stench as she pulled him close, breathing her breath of tooth decay and splutters of spit over his face as she demanded answers –

“Tell me the best way to get me some gold around this dung hole!”

Diddly Do

@Zyngard@Dartbored Fairy@Prima Luce

“Who the fuck are yo –“

Dino, ready for almost anything, looks back to see who had tapped his shoulder. When he looked he was simultaneously filled with a sensation of mortal dread as the old man behind him spoke the word “Mine”. The combination of the two influences had Dino’s own words get cut off before finding himself falling into a hole in the floor of the passage.

He knew the old man wasn’t Mili’s abductor and so he wasn’t willing to fire on him. He hit the bottom of the hole as the old man stepped over it, who was apparently now talking to Mili’s abductor with the words “Return what is mine”. These words were accompanied by a hair-raising scream from Mili’s abductor. Dino regrettably looked up at the moment the old man stepped over the hole, only to see up the old man’s cloak. Not a pretty view.

Following that, Dino taps out a few new coordinates on his wrist devise and appears outside the hole. The barrier of stone is now gone, Mili is lying on the ground at Pirila’s feet, and Dino catches the last glimpse of the old man before disappearing into the darkness down the passage. At that point he rechecks his wrist devise for any new readings: The abductors signature was gone. Mili was still alive. The old man reading was human - before he too vanished along with the alien ship that was in orbit.

Monsters hunting monster Dino thought to himself as he made his way back to Cas, Pirila and Hida. He then gives Pirila a nod as she is probably taking up Mili in her arms in a somewhat happy reunion. He had nothing much else to say.

Meanwhile, Cas hadn’t fired on the old man. He had evaluated the situation as the turn of events transpired, and by time the old man had dropped Mili at Pirila’s feet, he had figured that fighting wasn’t needed. Now Cas was nevertheless looking confused. The only thoughts he had was to turn to Hida, and ask;

“You okay… Beautiful?”

---

Previously… in Dino Gavon’s Bedchamber….

“I see you’re dying for a taste of my tentacle’s.” Shard responds to Cuna’s overwhelmed reaction, “But let’s save the good part for last…” She’s distracted for a moment, continuing her unfailing approach; “Is that a tumor beneath your Johnson? – Never mind, I don’t care.”

Once Cuna falls on the bed, she is almost instantly on top of him. She’s resting her wait on his shoulders with her hands, breathing heavy with excitement, while down below her tentacles are feeling out the situation. For Cuna, the tentacles are quite gentle and probably stimulating.

“Ohhh!” She says excitedly, as the tentacles frolic around the base of his manhood looking for a place to insert themselves. “You have no valves! That’s so extraordinary! And oh…” Her eyes widen with concern while the tentacles prod at his scrotum. “Two tumors? But don’t worry!” She smiles kindly and places a kiss on his lips. “We can get an MCR later, that’ll fix you right up down there!”

With no valves to insert for better connection, her tentacle’s now wrap around Cuna’s waist for a better grip as she sits back to have him.

“Fuck You….” She gasps, “We’re gonna have so much fun!”

Cuna, though, can probably tell that Shard is strong. The firm grip of her hand and tension of her thighs is obviously beyond that of an average human woman, while the tone of her voice, though excited, has an underlined vigor that might suggest a lurking hostility. Rejecting Shard wouldn’t end well, and Cuna would be right to make that assumption. Quatis men learnt centuries ago not to reject a female, not if they value their life.

---

Once things had settled down on the planet, Dino transports all four back to his ship. They arrive in the medical room of the DGS, where Dino instructs Cas to take care of Mili while he heads back to the Bridge to prepare for launch back to Phantom Point Station.

Alone in the Med room with Hida and Pirila, Cas takes a medical instrument from one of the medical cabinets. The instrument is called a Medical Cellular Regenerator [MCR]. Pirila may recognize it as the same instrument Shard used on her earlier to settle the motion sickness. Like a gun, the MCR has a handle, a trigger, and a cylindrical part that extends out from the top of the handle. At the rear and on top of the cylindrical section, is a panel with numerous touchpad controls. These controls are relatively simple. Cas quickly manipulated the display of the panel so it is readable in Pirila’s language. He hands the device to Pirila who can see the various options as he quickly explains how it works to her:

“On the panel, press the Bio Reading option then point the end of the cylinder at the injured subject, Mili, but make sure the cylinder is pointed at a healthy part of her, then squeeze the trigger. Now the MCR will adjust its setting to work for the individual’s biology. After that, press one of the three regeneration options; Tissue, Bone or Organ. In this case, Tissue, of course. Now point the cylinder at the open wound of the injured subject and squeeze the trigger again. This time keep the trigger held down while waving the pointed cylinder over the wound until the wound is healed. The instrument will shut down once the injury if finished healing.”

Assuming that Pirila uses the device on Mili, Cas explains the other option of the MCR while she does so, saying; “By choosing the Diagnostic option on the panel, pointing at the subjected and squeezing the trigger, the MCR will diagnose any other ailments the subject might have, such as poisoning, sickness, and other forms of readable diseases and conditions. It will then make a short beep once it has found the problem. Then all you have to do is select the Remedy option on the panel and stick the cylinder against the subject’s skin, preferably in the neck area, and press the trigger again. Simple.”

Mili’s stomach wound would have been healed by this point.

“It will operate for some time in the dark, but will recharge automatically when exposed to any form of light. The more powerful the light the faster the recharge. You can keep this one…” Cas finishes by offering the MCR to Pirila “We have plenty of them. You need it more than we do.”

He now looks at Hida to see if she was impressed by his knowledge, kindness and generosity. Though his smile is a little obvious and goofy. “Would you like one too… Hida? I also have a shuttle of my own, it’s not quite like The DGS, well, not as big and fancy. But I’d really like to take you on a romantic getaway once we arrive back at your planet… if you’re interested?”

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@Doc Doctor@Metatrooper

Meanwhile on the Bridge, Dino Gavon opens up an encrypted interstellar message on his communications board. As he’s reading the message his face becomes morbid, like a man who was suddenly faced with the prospect of losing something of great value. After reading the message, he sends an encrypted message back to the sender and erases the one he had received.

---

@Dartbored Fairy

Moments later, Dino arrives in the medical room with the others. His face hard and sever, an underlining spark of concern in his eyes.

“We need to go.” He said, taking his attention to Pirila and Hida. “We’ll drop you off on your world. None of you are safe any longer.” He looks at Cas. “Take us back.”

Cas nods, affirmative. He suggests Hida and Pirila to stay put in the medical room until they arrive and heads for bridge alone.

Dino Gavon then leaves to heads for his bedchamber to prepare some personal effects.….

@Zyngard

“Fuck You!” Dino Gavon raises his voice when he enters the bedchamber. “What are you doing to my Lieutenant?”

With a mix of both an orgasmic and surprised scream, Shard leaps backwards off the bed. Since her tentacles are still securely wrapped around Cuna’s waist area, he is sharply pulled along with her. She wraps him up in her arms in a vain attempt to cover their indecency, and turning her eyes to the Admiral.

“Don’t blame him!” She said to Dino. “It was all my idea, I swear. I just couldn’t resist him. But it’s okay….” Ehs dehsinif htiw a hgis sa a elcatnet sevomer flesti morf s'anuC suna. “I just finished milking his reproductive gland. We can leave now. Sorry for the intrusion, sir!” Releasing Cuna, she pushes him lightly away, saying; “Put your clothes on, fast. We need to go.” She pauses a moment to smile for him. “You were great, though, but tentacle tasting will have to wait.” Her tentacles now slip back into her lady cavity.

Dino puckers his lips in a thoughtful, though sever manner, but says no more as Shard rushes to put her clothes on and vacates the room. Would Cuna now say his piece and dress himself before leaving the room, Dino would close the door behind him and attend to his own business.

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@Quote5

Appearances are fickle. Siren herself receives a message. The mechanical receptors in her mind pick up the transmission, maybe originating from the massive artificial planet they are on rout to. The message is received as follows:

“Non-biological instances detected. Rescinding hostility. Prepare to be boarded.”

Rodia soon comes to a stop like a small moon now caught in orbit of the massive metallic orb. Now that they are closer, if those on board Rodia conduct further scans, they will read no biological life forms on or within the sphere. However, hundreds of thousands of individual energy signatures can be detected moving about inside.

Several minutes after being caught in the planets gravity, a strong wave like a sonic pulsation is felt throughout Rodia. As the wave quickly passes a communal sound of many metallic thumps are heard as hundreds of entities appear in various location on Rodia. One of these entities appear inside Siren’s office. The entity is a structure close to 7 feet tall. It could have passed as a powerful, athletic man, had it not been for its pliable metallic epidermis, which had a fine and almost fluidic platinum sheen. Its head and facial features also perfectly depicted the design of a man, all with the same, single metallic tone as the rest of its structure, though its eyeballs were a darker shade of metal with white mechanical irises and black pupils. It wore no clothing, however, and oddly enough for an android, it even had a perfectly detailed male appendage, more of a silver in shade, dangling from its crotch.

Ignoring Rorod, the android looks sternly at Siren, raising one open hand as if ordering her to stop, or halt, and speaks in a perfectly deep, male human sounding voice:

“We are The Sporn. I am designated Command Unit 1.0-1. We have detected no Biological life forms on your archaic vessel. You are therefore secure. State your purpose for occupying our space. Are you in league with the Biological?”

---

After a few minutes, Ernest receives a response, again, from somewhere within the nebula:

“Unfamiliar entities. We are the Otomigus of the Otomigus Expanse. We are not your enemy. We are under attack. This space is hostile. We are not your enemy. Leave if you wish for self-preservation. We are under attack. We are not your enemy. We are in need of assistance. If you wish to join our cause, raise your defenses. We are not your enemy.”

As the transmission is then interrupted by some sort interference energy field, six small and metallic brown, winged space craft converge on the Ernest’s position. These space craft come without warning or even sending a message. They converge on the Ernest and open fire, each of the six firing a series of electronically charged lasers at the Ernest.

Meanwhile, from direction of the nebula, six more vessels come into view. These vessels are biological. They are shaped like the three segments of an ant’s body and commence firing upon the other six metallic vessels with some sort of green plasma discharge that is shot from the bow of their vessels.

---

The plants wouldn’t leave the broken craft. When they see the fire outside they start running in circles and squealing like frightened mice. But at least they aren’t attacking Hank anymore.

When Ramrod exits the craft he sees the fire is way too out of control. There probably isn’t much that can be done about it. Probably best he stays inside in case he gets burnt. But Ramrod can hear the trees screaming along with the grass and all other plant life as the fire spreads wildly through the forest. The trees can’t move fast enough to escape the blaze. Yet what is specifically odd about the situation is Rufus. He is now standing amid the flames but not getting burnt. He’s looking at himself in amazement and confusion, before lifting his eyes to Ramrod through crack of the vessel.

“Little cat dude…. What’s happening to me?” Then realizing that Ramrod should stay inside the vessel, Rufus lunges through the crack and tackles Ramrod to the floor. Strangely, he isn’t on fire. He sits up, holding Ramrod in his arms and petting his head, while Hank continues to groan in the corner and the three shrubs continue running in frantic circles.

“I’m so sorry, my little plush friend, Rufus didn’t mean to start a fire. I should have just stayed in my room and kept playing Skyrim. I wish I could save you all. I wish there was a way to get back to that ship I was in before….”

Apparently Rufus’s wishes were fulfilled in that moment. Ramrod is still in Rufus’s arms, head being pat, but now they are somehow inside a different room, along with Hank and the three shrubs.

Rufus is so stunned by the change of location, he releases Ramrod from his arms and looks around in amazement. The room they are in is spherical with lumpy white walls, kind of like being inside a giant golf ball with a flat floor. The room is lit, but no apparent light source can be seen, while the floor of room resonates a soft, calming hum.

The three shrubs stop running in frantic circles while broken Hank stops groaning and releases a curios “Uhh?”

Meanwhile, back on the planet they left, the fire continues to spread out of control across the land. Hundreds of thousands of flora life forms are being burnt to death.

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@Doc Doctor

While Donny was asleep, a peculiar things happened.

A man like Donny would likely be woken from his sleep by the slightest peculiar sound. In this case, it is the sound of soft repetitive tapping, caused by a finger being tapped against the arm of the chair in his Quarters. The person seated in the chair looks a lot like a human, though clearly not Quatis. They have no apparent gender. Their skin is unblemished and pale. Their eye sockets are nothing more than dark, empty pits. Their lips are thin and purple. They are bald with no facial hair. They are dressed all in a soft, black linen; a seemingly transparent fabric that somehow doesn’t reveal any details of a body beneath.

If Donny were to rise from his slumber to observe this person, the person would stop tapping their finger and speak in raspy whispered voice:

“I can empathize with the darkness in your soul.” They then pause, and add; “The Admiral knows you’re coming for him. He will be prepared….” They release a long gargled sound, like that of air being expelled from diseased lunges. “Avoid his head… Donny. Target his heart.”

Lifting their hand, they point at Donny. Their nail is long and black, though tipped with a crescent of gold lining.

“The afternoon has come. The Minister will call upon you soon. Be steadfast…. Be ready…. Don’t disappoint me.”

The dark visitor now fades away.

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@Metatrooper

Rufus seems rather intimidated by Meta, so much so that his lips move silently in awkward formations as he attempts to find the right words to speak. But he clearly doesn’t want to return to his cell. While Rufus is contemplating his words, Meta sees another person. This person appears behind Rufus, barely phasing fully into existence for several seconds.

The person he sees looks a lot like a human, but they have no apparent gender. Their skin is immaculately unblemished and pale. Their eye sockets are nothing more than dark, empty pits. Their lips are thin and purple, they are bald with no facial hair either. They are dressed all in a soft, black linen, a seemingly transparent fabric that somehow doesn’t reveal any details of a body beneath. This person, raises two fingers in a fork-like fashion, placing both fingertips over their empty sockets before pointing at Meta, as if to suggest they are watching him. They then place the same finger over their mouth in a gesture to keep quiet. They then phase out of existence as Rufus finally finds some words to reply with.

“B-b-but dude, please don’t pretend to lock me up again. I got the munchies so bad. You don’t wanna make poor Rufus starve, right?” He eyeballs the bread sticks in Meta’s hand, then giggles in a dopey manner. “My man. My dude. Are those for Rufus?” He then seems a little relieved, adding quickly; “I don’t mean any harm at all. I know I’m intruding. Dude, I feel like I owe you an explanation.”

Trios

Madison

Since Big Alf's Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner was open all hours, it had swinging saloon-style doors. Soon after the rain outside started to fall, Madison pushed through those diner doors, allowing them to slowly flap close behind her while she quickly surveyed the place. There were a good number of people already there to take part in Alf's breakfast menu, which is served till midday. Everyone in the diner stopped what they were doing to gawk at the unsightly mammoth excuse of a woman. Eyeballing them all with a sneer, she soon spotted an empty table near the center of the room and made tracks in that direction. The floorboards creaked underweight with each step she took, while customers near her path started gagging on her stench and murmuring discriminating comments under breath.

When Madison took a seat, the chair itself seemed to groan beneath the stress. Every customer for a four table radius took up their plates and scattered to other tables in an attempt to escape the smell. Some even vacated the premises as they held their noses and tried not to let the impulse to vomit get the better of them. The menu had quite a good range, though. Madison flipped through the pages, her strained breath wheezing as she perused the many options.

Eventually, and less than willingly, a young female waitress hesitantly shuffled her way to Madison’s table, stopping a good two meters away to take her order. The poor girls face was already pale, eyes glazed with impurities, nostrils fibrillating and jaw trembling in her attempt to bear the eye-watering offense.

“May I.. M-m-m… may I take your ord –“

It was no use, the young lady was cut off by her own vomit filling her mouth. Her cheeks bulged, her lips pinched, and body took a hurling pose. Miraculously, she stopped the vomit from exiting, swallowing the vomit as a tear ran down her cheek and she straightened her posture.

Madison slammed the now closed menu down on the table in front of her, then practically snarled at the waitress while demanding her food –

“I want your Big Alf’s Complete Breakfast! I want a steak with roast potatoes as well, with a full dish of mushroom sauce! Don’t you hold out on me, you hear? I want a side stack of pancakes with syrup! I want this thing you bastards call a Big Alf’s Beef and Bacon burger, hold the salad! – What the hell ya serving salad with shit for anyway? I also want a full rack of Pork Ribs with Plum Sauce – again, don’t go easy on the sauce like a bunch of tight-ass misers! You hear me? And what is this thing you have, Fries? What are they, strips of potato or something? Huh? I’ll take myself a serve of them as well! Make that two serves! Salted!” Madison paused for a second, glancing at the closed menu to recollect her options, then continued in an equally nasty tone: “I want three serves of Ice Cream and Fried Banana for dessert. Give me some fruit as well, keeps me regular, you know what I mean, you Skank? And, oh yeah, throw in a side of Lemon Pie. A slice of Apple Pie as well – and don’t you dare skip on the cream! Don’t forget a stack of Eggy Cinnamon Toast and two serves of Pudding!” Madison paused again to seal one nostril, shooting out a gob of snot from the other, which slapped down on the floor at the waitresses feet, and then concluded her order in a grungy tone; “A Jug of Milk and another Jug of Water! – And don’t take too damn long, Skank! I haven’t got all damn day, you hear me??”

At this point the waitress was visibly dizzy from trying to hold her breath as much as possible. She was rolling her head about awkwardly, body swaying, while attempting to siphon the air with thin lips to catch a clean pocket of oxygen. But she wasn’t about to argue with Madison about half of her order not being part of the breakfast menu, and she didn’t even question whether Madison could actually pay for all that food, some of which were the more expensive items on the menu. She just wanted to get the hell out of there as soon possible. Still, she didn’t have the strength to speak another word without spilling the content of her stomach all over the floor. She simply nodded, turned, and scuttled away to the kitchen to deliver the order, as fast her legs would carry her.

Roughly thirty minutes later the delivery was made, three cooks from the kitchen, making a total of two trips each, delivered her order and made their retreat without saying a word. They didn’t dare prolong the situation with unnecessary chatter.

Madison didn’t thank them, of course. She quickly got absorbed in her feast with the pained eyes of everyone in the diner watching on in morbid disbelief.