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Rei Ayanami Quatermain
After completion of the info-scan, our ships computer could tell us
what had just happened.
We'd always wondered just HOW the Rules and Agents would retrieve us
back from a reality we'd tarried in for too long. Now
we know of at least ONE way. A way that we sort of wanted to avoid, what
with it being that it involved this bucket of bolts and it's (less
than reliable) captain.
Mutiny is such an ugly thing. Looks more like a lover's spat,
actually that turned violent. The bullets seemed to have damaged the
captian's hybernation chamber and that's probably why it kept giving off
weird readings. It showed it was occupied and working, but . . .
Well...
Lilith Ayanami Quatermain
”A wormhole,” I mutter, looking at the readings and can only come to
one conclusion. “They’re snatching us by wormholes, by God. Well, that
is one way to hide the ‘deus ex machina’ here.”
I should have a more than passing knowledge about wormholes, my
friend. Does the name of one nutter by the name John Critchon ring a
bell?
. . .
Auntie Dian Walker said that the ‘fourth season’ version of the man is
sane, but I’ll reserve judgment on that. The guy keeps spouting off pop
culture references and jokes and I got tired of it all after a while, not
being able to follow half of what he’s saying.
I knew some of what he was talking about, having seen Star Wars and
such. However, the guy was ALL over the place! Gee, and he wonders why
everyone from the Uncharted Territories thinks he's nuts? Nobody would
have clue one at what he's getting at nine tenths of the time, you'd
better believe it.
At least we do not have to worry about certain men who managed
to win our confidence (but thankfully not our hearts). Dr Akacia, one
Gin and Tonic does not a romance make!
Charming though I found you, and pleasant company you had been, you
didn't win my heart.
And you so VERY pissed me off, leading that kick murder squad of party
crasher back there. DO hope you like that bit of plasma burn I managed
to wing you with. Something to remember us by, my good "friend".
Just wish that you hadn't managed to actually KILL him outright rather
than just wound him slightly. His reflexes were too good and was
too busy with other things to follow up on it.
. . .
Pardon if I sound a bit out of character. Know that I am usually
more . . .reserved and quiet but after seeing some of my friends from the
Corps die (and how that worm's actions have effected Reika) I find I am
rather "hot under the collar".
Reika may have started seeing that worm privately, but it was
only a casual thing. Hadn't (thank GOD) graduated to anything really
emotionally involved.
I am not as shy and reserved as I used to be, a few years ago.
Blossomed even, I dare say (though hardly a social butterfly). Still,
the betrayal hurt.
. . .
At least it's not as bad as with my treacherous former husband,
Gendo.
Long story...don't ask me about it. Another life, another
incarnation. Dead and burried.
Look up the "First Children" and "Yui Akari" online sometime to get an
idea what I'm getting at here.
But that's is yet another thing in the past that cannot be changed.
Not without time travel and the devil to PAY. Right now we need to take
care of business at hand: wormholes. Okay.
Wormholes aren't something one can safely nagivage without a LOT of luck
(or knowledge on the trick to doing it).
He didn’t get THAT far with us yet, though he’d been so very
fascinating!
Hm. Well, at least in THIS place between realities/times we seem to
have something that we didn’t have before: access to our magery powers.
The mana levels I actually feel in this place, now that I stop to sense
it, are a bit higher than what I’d enjoy on Terra Prime.
Touching my "watch" (a dear gift from Omega and Rassilon, wonderful
Timelord masters of technology and . . .other things) I switch OFF my
disguise and stretch my wings, luxurating upon feeling them unbound and
free after so long!
Moments later...
On the bridge of the transport ship...
Soon, a still somewhat groggy Captain Tate has dragged his
sorry self from his hibernation chamber and to the bridge, trying to
figure out just what in God’s name his computer awoke him early.
And stops short at what he sees in front of him. The fact that his
passangers are seated in heare, working the controls isn’t a surprise.
They said that they were trained in piloting (though he’d not totally
believed it at the time). Their . . .resume he’d looked up was too good
to be true.
Yes, they had said they'd been in the "Officer Corp" of some mega-
corporation or another, but something . . about it had rung false. A
sixth sense had been tripped, despite it being good on paper.
. . .
In actually, the Exploration Corp (a small division within the Miltary
Protectorate or some such) had been examining this world in secret.
Reika and the rest had been under cover and . . .well, they'd been
trained on local equipment to cover themselves.
While no longer looking and pressing OUTWARD to explore new realities,
the Military was going back now and exploring more fully the realities
that they'd touched during the Enemy/Alliance war. Before they'd hadn't
the time to do it (and wasn't safe to do it and not concentrate on
fighting/gathering resources and such).
Now, they're attending to matters at hand and the Sisters had jumped
at the chance at exploration.
Learned it all and very well so there.
But the captain was right about something stinking here...
The wings, red eyes and pale skin? THAT was surprising.
"Okay . . .what's the gag?" the increasingly befuddled captain
blinks.
I wish it happened that way.
As it stands we finally get tired of waiting for the good captain to make
the scene, despite commands we give his hybernation module in waking him.
With some trepidation (and offensive spell at the ready if needed) I
approach the area of the ship that the captain would be hybernating
in . . .and find a scene of battle long over and done. Both parties on
the floor . . .quiet dead. A tie.
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 Whatever the case, any reasons as to why we're so far and away from our home away from home . . .died with these two. The captain and his . . .domestic partner...
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