Listen to the female magic user, or ELSE!
The Never Ending Quest - Episode 72766
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Reika “There were no bodies!” Morbius finally blurts out, rallying. “The Krell Civilization fell over 200,000 year ago for Heaven’s sake!!” Silence greets that proclamation for a few seconds, only to be broken by a snort from the G-man. “Not according to these power readings,” he says quietly, pointing at his tricorder. “While very efficient not even our best designed atomic reactors could have lasted that long and . . .” Short of it is the energy readings we’re getting from underground shouldn’t be as energetic as they are. They’re running at peak efficiency, according to the G-man here and even the auto-repairs that the machinery is capable of wouldn’t have kept things so well even after a century of neglect. And the torn and splattered bodies of his kinsmen wouldn’t have turned into something unrecognizable by that time. Bones should have littered the floor if nothing else, an obvious sign of danger… . . . “You’re forgetting about the Game 3 . . . Er . . . effect,” I remind the G-man. He stares at me blankly for a few seconds and then eyebrows shoot up. Ah, comprehension! See, I and my sisters have been discussing certain . . .weird coincidences and inconsistencies which all seem to be due to one thing: Game 3! Or more specifically, one particular trollish Author from Game 3! Think about it. First there was that “mysterious” voice who punished Rei’s friend, Fred Takahashi, with immortality after he killed his own sister in a fit of madness (madness caused exactly by what, I wonder). Fred then ends up in Rei’s world and after befriending her probably would have gone off the deep end. If not finding out she had died and brought back (against her will) as “the Third”, then probably around the time Third Impact. Knowning what I know how Third Impact/Instrumentality was to work, Fred being immortal could only have poisoned the process. Instrumentality called for ALL human beings being combined into one “perfect” entity, suspended in a primordial soup. As an immortal (much less a human being haling from a reality with a MUCH different set of physics) wouldn’t/couldn’t have been assimilated into Instrumentality, even though the ascended Rei/Lilith entity would have died trying. Died trying and taking everyone ELSE on Earth with her . . .leaving Fred the last man on Earth. Staring at the giant sized (ascended) corpse of the girl he’d befriended. Would have driven him insane. Then let us not speak of the rather . . .weighted odds against us awhile ago when we all had been trapped within the Geofront. Oh, another set of long odds which could have been won, but without a LOT of distress. Lots of violence done to former friends and family as they transform into monsters, stretching my and my family’s sanity to the breaking point… There are other things but bottom line: the Author who’s behind this challenge had been bending the odds in his favor. Bending it to an outcome that was . . .tragic. An outcome which his evil, dark soul would have lapped up in delight. The Author . . .appears to have been bending the rules again here and now, I wager. Leaving this powerful machine as a trap for an unwary Dr. Morbius, who’d placed a helmet upon his head and while enhancing his intellect to powerful heights (as witness Robby the Robot), it hadn’t been enough to grant him conscious access to the Machine. His subconscious, however had been a different story and . . . “Look I’ve just had about enough of this nonsense,” the commander of the C-57D snapped, interrupting. “All these outright unbelievable LIES about forerunner super civilizations with magical machinery that can transverse lightyears with nary an effort and women who have spell like, magical abilities that . . .” Whatever else he might have said is cut short by the disconcerting fact that after a growled, muttered curse from Rei Ayanami Quatermain, she had said something . . .mystical sounding under her breath and suddenly both his and his second in command’s pistols had verily LEPT out of their holsters. On their own! And right into the awaiting hands of a now VERY miffed looking female magic user! Lilith I . . .don’t like the look I see in my sister’s eyes right now. Nor do I like the rather frightened look I see both the commander and his second trying to hide right now. Panicky people and angry people do not mix well. ‘Tis a lesson I still remember from my time as a some woman named “Yui Akari”. Saw enough examples during Second Impact to know what I speak of back then. Hey, I had that lesson INGRAINED into me when I got choked to death back during my Rei I time by “my” Naoko Akagi! Even if lot of my former life now seems . . .faded and gray . . . Seems like a badly written play, I know that lesson by heart. The feelings and memories of that time (and my time as Yui Akari, mother of a young woman now named “Nadia”) I shall always carry. “I strongly suggest that you believe what we told you,” I say slowly, in what I hope is a calming manner. “We did not lie to you. We are NOT some kind of mutants from planet Octopus with a pocket nuke in our purses and evil intent in our hearts . . .” . . . Jeeze, did I have to use that cliché from the movies? Whatever. It’s almost worth the confused looks that some of the group has or the sudden giggle that sister Reika gives off. Despite the rather dire nature of this situation (we’re in danger AGAIN), it’s nice to hear her laugh (even IF the joke wasn’t that funny). Then again, after fighting life and death battles for so long as a young teen I do believe that we girls have a RIGHT to laugh in the face of danger. Death. Then again, the G-man doesn’t seem to appreciate the laughter . . .but then gain I don’t really CARE for him either so fair is fair. He’s spooky. Creepy. “We are trying to get this situation under control to the best of our abilities,” Rei says. “Taking care of danger before it can strike and bringing order to what could only be seen as an impending disaster of epic proportions so stop making it MORE difficult than it needs to be for us!” The last was given at a mild roar before Rei settles down again, wings fidgeting in agitation, feathers clearly ruffled. “We didn’t lie to you,” Rei finally says. “However, at this moment one of my compatriots here has . . .expressed some distress about him using certain pieces of equipment that he should have been more . . .cautious about.” Yes, indeed. Put on a device that had outright fried the brains of the captain of Morbius’ colonization ship? Not too bright there, Dr. Morbius. Oh, it may have boosted your intelligence but that coma you slipped into for a few days must have scared your wife and friends witless. Most stupid and inconsiderate, Dr. Morbius! Especially considering that you did not fully understand the true intent of the machinery you were tinkering with. It cost your comrades dearly by the look of things, if the G-man is correct in his accusations. Something monstrous had attacked and destroyed those other shelters, anyway. We have a RIGHT to be concerned and by God I’m tired of having to fight monsters bent on killing people. Our entire group is . . .Well, I’m not sure what the G-man’s thoughts are on this manner, truly. Seems that he could be upset about this due to the deaths Morbius may have caused OR perhaps the rather ham-handed archeology Morbius had used, bringing disaster to his companions. Maybe even a bit of pique over Morbius’ trespass of what amounts to the ruins of his people? Ransacking the tomb and such? Or maybe the great Machine’s repeated failed attempts to “connect” with “We all should have concerns right now,” Rei continues, looking sternly at the commander. “Such as the distress calls your ship is getting from those NERV facilities?” By now those within those involuntary space colonies (swept up from Earth onto an alien planet in one fell swoop!) should have picked up CD- 57D’s radio transmissions. Kept request for communication keep breaking through now encrypted channels from the commander’s radio, despite every attempt to lock them out. Lock them out long enough for the displaced (and disoriented spacemen) to come up with SOME kind of plan on how to respond. Fine and well, but . . . “Shouldn’t you be on the horn with your ship and discussing things with those displaced NERV people?” Rei asked in a slightly condescending voice. “If nothing else both parties would benefit. They have food and shelter while you have a means to travel amongst the stars.” Albeit very slowly amongst those rearranged stars, I might add. Overhearing somewhat frantic talk from the ship, these guys were now about a hundred years away from the nearest Earth OUTPOST! . . . The Rule and Agent of their reality must have been heartless drones indeed to do THAT to them. Maybe something can be done about that later. Talk with the family back in Tokyo 3 in contacting Star Fleet and sending a rescue ship or something? But right now we’re going to have concentrate on more immediate concerns. . . . But I do hope that when (and if) NERV and this wayward spaceship get together blows aren’t traded. This commander and his second in command are. . .asking for trouble with their attitudes. As a favor, Rei (discretely) hints that caution (and courtesy) may be in order while dealing with those of NERV. Yes, given that perhaps the fact that NERV security is armed with “mere” 20th/21rst century weaponry (the EVA which went hairwire is dead so I don’t see it being a factor), NERV has something the spacemen do not have: numbers. Yes, their weaponry may be somewhat on par (in lethalness) to phasors, but still if shooting breaks out and the spacemen don’t fly away . . .the spacemen shall lose. Besides, hostilities would be counterproductive. Oh, in case you’re wondering about how effective the energy weapons are then perhaps you may recall a certain Western scifi TV show called Star Trek? Well, while my version of it blew chunks it still had a point like this. In “Bread and Circuses” (http:// www. voyager .cz/tos /epizody /44breadand circuses trans.htm) one bad guy stated that if the Enterprise were to beam down a hundred people armed with phasors could probably defeat the combined armies of his entire empire. ... Of course, the baddy didn’t know just how inept the Redshirts would be against real combat trained soldiers, given the debacle that happened up on that particular Enterprise STILL in orbit of my poor world. Pathetic is a word for it… Utterly pathetic, but besides the point. “And I suppose that you and your . . .friends are going to take Dr. Morbius with you while I am sorting that out on the surface?” the commander asked almost snidely (almost but not quiet . . .give him points for guts, being unarmed as he is). “Take him and fix all our problems this Machine?” |
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