And now for better introductions, wanted and unwanted....

Rei

Then again it isn’t like I had poked Aeryn Sun with a long sharp pointed weapon like Adam the Angel had been poked....

Later...

Well, the Leviathan known as Moya is safe and we and my sisters managed to do it without Zhaan sacrificing herself in order to accomplish it. Was never really in doubt in the end but I DO fear we managed to put a LOT of these people in how we did it.

God only knows why, though. After all, it isn’t like being able to manipulate something like a ship’s control column from across the room is all THAT showy. Oh, usually in the rare cases similar to this spell work (in this case muttered spell casting) is NOT involved. But there surely is the occasional telekinetic talent out there who could have accomplished similar things!

However, none of those talents out there would accomplish it the way WE managed.

Fine and well, we’re now out of the wormhole and back in normal space proper . . .and somewhat lost, I fear. Not to say that Moya’s Pilot does not have this star system we’ve landed in on his star charts. No, not that at all. What I mean is that just as I figured . . .they’ve found themselves here in MY adopted reality: Terra Prime reality. The Rules and Agents had been kind enough to provide the new maps, that’s all.

Quick glances at it shows us that we are SO very far from home sweet home. God bless, I miss family and friends....

But to business at hand. I and my sisters had promised a fuller introduction of ourselves and while Pilot is reading over his charts, looking for planets with the stuff Zhaan needed in order to keep from dieing using the plan John’s friends had come up with before their wormhole problems. It’s not looking good right now, but Pilot’s still trying.

Hrmph, by the way I wish that you forgive me ahead of time for not rushing forth in overloading you with EVERYTHING that has happened so far. Just my . . . Style.

Pilot.

He’s also listening in on this conversation, hoping that whatever I and my sisters offer will work. Zhaan’s kind of precious to all of these people, especially with that one man who’s joined our group. The man with that half mask, the sometimes raving loon named Stark.

Glad to see him up and about after whatever had knocked him and the rest of the crew silly (somehow I believe my arrival on the ship might have been related but I’m only guessing).

Good thing, considering that if ANYONE had come across Scorpius and his girlfriend, Pschozo, I fear that a lot of blood and pain would have been spilt. See, what with only a few exceptions everyone on this ship temporarily forgot the events and history they’d lived up until Crichton got sucked down that damnable wormhole and whatever meddling Einstein had done to . . .

. . .

Uh, bottom line everyone had forgotten having granted the gimp suit wearing villain sanctuary on Moya and probably would have kill him (if not seriously injure him). The Kalish woman probably would have gotten caught in the crossfire, trying to protect her new squeeze. They had been hitting it off about the time of John Cricthon’s wormhole misadventure.

. . .

Man, that girl had strange tastes in men on the TV show!

Anyway. So, here we are now in the prisoner/living area of Moya, having given the lone surviving Pathfinder technician the boot (and a few curses exchanged between her and Moya’s crew) into a cyro-toube for safekeeping. We do NOT need any more idiocy from THAT quarter, thank you.

Hell, she’d almost destroyed Moya in her quest to get her ship free and safe of the wormhole. Locked up tight the alien now is, I and my sisters got a tale to tell.

“Well, first off . . .,” I begin, giving them a short (and watered down) version of what basically I called my life before my adopted family and friends came into my and my sister’s lives. I tell the truth because Crichton knows it (and doubtlessly will blow the whistle if I try to lie to his friends). I don’t tell everything because . . .it would take too long AND some of it is none of their business, thanks.

I am just trying to get a ride from HERE to another solar system within a ship who’s FTL drive won’t do another relativistic “Rip Van Winkle” on us.

Fred’s on the other side awaiting me and I won’t make him wait any longer than I need to here!

That and their’s another Quest on the end awaiting...

...

You and everyone else out there would probably call my and my sister’s tale the saga of Neon Genesis Evangelion (www). Both the anime version of it up to one point or another for me and Reika and the manga version of it for sister Lilith.

Now, mind you, this is the Uncharted Territory. Rough and harsh place, it is friends! So . . .they’ve heard worse. They’ve heard weirder. Heard more insane.

Doesn’t mean . . .they liked what they heard

“Merciful Goddess . . .that was disgusting,” Zhaan says, looking decidedly ill.

Mutters all around pretty much echo that sentiment.

Can’t say I blame them. Wash more than a bit disgusted (amongst being bloody upset) to have learned my REAL purpose. Heck, here I’d been starting to even take pride in being the First Child and what turned out to be a thumping lie. I hadn’t been created to stop Third Impact. No, I and my sisters had been made to do it UNDER controlled conditions to the whims of madmen.

I didn’t sign up for that shit, thanks. Pardon the vulgarity. Sisters Reika and Lilith had known their true purpose (more or less) but in the end they’d been kind of railroaded into it. What with the manipulation and Dead Sea Scroll prophecy herding things along....

As well as the occasional mental abuse. Choking to death and such...

“We stopped them and they won’t be a threat to anyone . . .ever again,” I finish, looking Aeryn Sun dead on in the eye. “Yes, we did and by all accounts those who weren’t left ‘dancing in the air’...”

Pretty little vicious turn of the phrase that last. On a lot of worlds like Terra Prime (and perhaps your’s as well?) it means hung by the neck with a noose until stone cold DEAD...Those not serving life prison sentences (where death would have been more merciful by far . . .justice being what it was when I and my sisters finally LEFT).

“Won’t ever be seeing daylight in their lifetimes,” I finish.

Aeryn seems to measure me and my sisters, and then draws back a little in surprise. Not having expecting to see something, I gather.

Reika

“We’ve seen war and bloodshed,” I add, feeling a need to add to the mix. “Of all of the three billion planet bound people left on our worlds, only I and a select few could pilot those cyebernetic beasts called Evangelion . . .and for a price at that. When we mentioned we were being USED by those madment behind NERV, Gendo and SEELE, as humanity’s sword and shield, it was somewhat a half truth.”

“Tools to be used and disposed of as seen fit by our puppet masters,” Lilith adds sadly. “And no way out until something miraculous intervened. For another day that one, Peacekeeper. If you feel like.”

“You’ve been there,” Sun blinks.

Talked enough with her analog. Warriors of the PK and Earth have . . .similarities in certain areas. Fighting wars. Battles. Bloody business that does . . .things to a person. Takes you to a place.

kind of hard to describe to those who’ve never “gone there”. Don’t ask.

Bottom line, while not as experienced in warfare as she, she at least acknowleged us just now as blooded warriors. That’s enough, thanks.

Damnable that children should have to fight wars but . . .that was what our life was.

. . .

“I have a question,” Stark interrupts us, breaking the moment.

“In your tales you seemed to imply that you knew of us,” he continues, looking at us oddly. Halfway lucid. “How exactly? It’s almost as if you met us before through these . . .analogs, I’ll grant. But there is more to it, isn’t there.”

Figures that he’d be able to do that. Smart one Stark is, despite being a bit loopy at times. Still, wish it wasn’t upon us just YET. Would have liked to have steered to a better time and place but the looks I see (and Rei sees I see) in the others just won’t be quiet.

They want to know how we knew thing we mentioned in passing about them in relating OUR story to them . . .we shouldn’t have know. Known things that even close friends (such as we had been with their analogs) would tell...

1. “Through the same way that Crichton knows of us we know of you all,”

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