Systematic Destruction. Part 1. Phoenix's D.S.P. Log Book. Part 398.
Scene opens to the base commanders office on the Outpost.
(Captain Outlawed) “I say its crap, you don’t even have a ship of your own and you want to just walk off with whatever you want.”
(Captain Soulspite) “I have a deal with the High Captain...”
(Captain Outlawed) “I AM a High Captain! Shit, you’ve been here less than a week and you’re acting like you own the place and last time I checked no one’s given me head for favors yet!”
(Me) “Fucksake, you called me all the way out here for this shit?”
Both Outlawed and Soulspite just stop and look at the Captain.
(Me) “You’re ships being transferred to the new shipyard here and the Rad’s here will make it top priority, but you still have to wait for the damn ship, you’re not taking Ghost Rodger or Falcon.”
(Captain Soulspite) “But there’s been an outbreak on Corin and I...”
(Me) “And nothing, you wanted that ship made for you so it would have all the weapons you need for your own business, the standard D.S.P. tech just isn’t going to cut it and you know it. You want to go in prepared or not?”
(Captain Soulspite) “. . . Fine, I’ll wait, but if the people of Corin Vega are all turned by the time I get there it will be on you.”
(Me) “And if that happens I’ll blow up the planet myself! . . . I own property there. Hate it when real-estate goes to shit because of undead neighbors...”
(Captain Soulspite) *almost laughs as she turns and walks out of the office*
(Captain Outlawed) “How the hell do you deal with that bitch?”
(Me) “Easy, I remember that she’s a vampire and remind myself if she gets completely out of line the Darknauts will set her on fire.”
(Captain Outlawed) “Really? . . . I never thought of that.”
(Me) “Treat her like a 6 year old if you want to, just watch the spankings, I think she’s into that.”
(Captain Outlawed) “Yeah thanks Phoenix, I’ll make a mental note of that. No kinky shit with the vampire chick with huge fangs. Even though she’s hot and the undead thing sounds kind kinky by itself. . .”
(Me) “Don’t even kid yourself, she doesn’t actually look like that.”
(Captain Outlawed) “What do you mean she doesn’t look like that?”
(Me) “Seriously?”
(Captain Outlawed) *looks confused* “Well?”
(Me) “Um, you know the 2 black lines of lipstick on either side of her chin that almost all the way back to her throat that looks like eccentric circus makeup or something?”
(Captain Outlawed) “Yeah? What about it?”
(Me) “It’s all lip! Her lower jaw separates into 3 pieces when she brings her fangs all the way out.”
(Captain Outlawed) “What?” *gets a slightly more horrified look the more he thinks about it* “Ah, aw man. Dude that’s fucked up.”
(Me) “And you know that whole vampire myth that they turn into bats and shit?”
(Captain Outlawed) “Don’t tell me the bitch is really some weird freak flying rodent in disguise!?”
(Me) “That’s right! . . . Well not the freak flying rodent thing, but something freaky in disguise, yes! . . . And honestly, I’m not entirely sure ‘She’ is a proper distinction, think it’s more like a choice”
(Captain Outlawed) “WHAT? . . .”
(Me) “I don’t think there’s really a space vampire gender, think her kind just sort of pick and go with it.”
(Captain Outlawed) “. . . That it, I’m never masturbating again.” *laughs*
(Me) *laughs* “Between the beer, the Coumadin and whatever the fuck else medications you’re on I’m surprised you risked it before.”
Scene fades.
Day 245
Fucksake, hate Thursdays lately. At least I’m on my way back. Fucking cold, or whatever this shit is. I’m going to sleep for a week, then get drunk and sleep another week. Then hopefully I’ll remember what the fuck I was doing in the bio lab. I wrote down Organic Poison so I wouldn’t forget again, but still for the life of me can’t remember fuck all else about why I was in the bio lab. Might have something to do with people being less likely to break containment so I can drink without interruption, but I doubt it. Ok I don’t doubt it, doubt it, but I’m sure there was more to it . . . Damnit, fucksake, damn dimension drive is fucking up again. Blacky better not be in back chewing wires or anything...
Scene opens to the cockpit of the Captain’s Transport.
(Me) *punches the controls* “Power down you piece of shit!”
The dimension drive actually starts to power down.
(Me) *runs a system diagnostic* “What the fuck do you mean system stable? How the fuck is that even a diagnosis. Something’s fuct you piece of shit transport!”
All the alarms on the transport seem to go off at once as the ship starts to shake uncontrollably.
(Me) “See! I FUCKING TOLD YOU! Piece of shit!” *kicks the helm* “When I get back to the spaceport I’m launching you into the fucking sun!”
The entire helm starts to smoke and arcs of electricity start shooting out of everything.
A massive streak of white light seems to tear open the dead space outside the transport just out in front of the cockpit window.
(Me) “. . .”
The Captain’s com’s start going insane, switching back and forth from gold to green.
(Me) “Oh this is going to suck...”
Reality seems to warm all around the transport and then the light collapses as everything inside the strange fracture seems to blink out of existence.
Scene fades.
Scene opens to what looks like a jungle.
All of the tree and vines seem to be a metallic grey with brownish rust coating everything. The leaves on the trees look like a deep red and purple mass, almost yellow veins stretching around the bottoms of the metal plants as rust forms over the topside.
Somewhere amongst the trees the jungle itself seems to be pulled perfectly apart as if the transport sitting on the ground was forced to exist there while the surrounding jungle just expanded around it.
The back hatch of the transport explodes off its hinges, fly’s up and gets lodged in the trees.
(Me) *stumbles out of the transport* “That was worse than flying coach with the seat in front of you in your crotch.” *looks around at the iron jungle* “. . . Great, metal trees. Why can’t I ever just randomly end up in an all female naked day spa?”
The transport hatch falls out of the tree and the Captain just barely gets out of the way in time.
(Me) “Come on damnit! Just once? Is that too fucking much to ask? Really? SERIOUSLY? . . . bastard metal trees.”
A leaf falls from one of the trees and hits the hatch like a metal dagger, lodging itself deep in the door.
(Me) “. . . You gotta be fucking kidding me?” *checks his gold com’s* “Good thing I had Ari power you up before I left.”
The screen pops up and just shows the power levels. 1 fully charged bar out of 3 and the remaining 2 hovering around 30%.
(Me) “Well at least there’s . . . no bikini baristas with triple shot almond mochas with whipped cream?” *looks around* “Note to self: reverse jinxes, still don’t work.” *grabs his trench coat* “Reverse magnetism should keep the leaves from killing me...” *checks all his pockets and phased pockets* “Fuck, guns were at the house. Knew I was forgetting something . . . this is really going to suck if I come across something that thinks I’m food . . . in a metal jungle . . . wherever the fuck this is . . .” *looks up* “Still a no on the whole all female naked day spa?”
There’s nothing but the metallic groaning of the iron jungle in the breeze and crashing metal leaves off in the distance.
(Me) *sighs* “Worth a shot...” *heads out into the metal jungle*
Scene fades.
Day ...
Well isn’t that fucked, the chronometer isn’t working. Whatever that flash of light was it must have been temporal in nature. Probably stuck on some planet that use to be where I was a billion years ago or will be there way in the future after you calculate the whole spaceial drift bullshit. Fucking wonderful! . . . then again I could have just been shot through a micro hyperspace window into a random planet near a space 7-11 . . . or I could have been grabbed by something and brought there on purpose because that’s usually how this shit works, all I can say is it better not be a combination of any of that shit or I’m going to be extra annoyed and will likely be shooting someone with the breach cannon . . . so long as I don’t deplete the power too much and wind up fucked. And what’s the deal with the word wind? It’s got like 8 billion meanings and uses and pronunciations. Fuck you English language!
Scene opens somewhere in the metal jungle.
Every time the wind blows the trees creek and groan with a near harmonic resonance. Like a collection of out of tune strings. Noises only amplified whenever a leaf from one of the metal trees crashes into the ground or the roots of the trees when they fall.
(Me) *knocks on one of the trees* “Metallic but still organic life, weird. This planet must be mostly metal. Kind of like how Mars has a fuckload of hematite this place must be mostly iron.”
Something moves in the distance, the sounds of several footfalls echo’s through the nearly silent jungle.
(Me) “. . . Hmm.” *pulls out his P.C.D. and cloaks himself*
The Captain follows the noise back towards his transport and as soon as he makes it back to the general area several cloaked shapes are already taking the ship apart.
(Me) “. . . Fuck.”
The longer the Captain watches the more the group of cloaked figures pulls the ship apart, more and more of the figures seem to come out from the jungle and then leave carrying parts. The entire ship is stripped down to nothing within a matter of maybe a half an hour and the cloaked figures all disappear into the jungle again. All but one.
(Cloaked Figure) *pulls out a device and presses a button* “We have it, it was a transport. Possibly D.S.P. my team is returning with its parts right this second.”
(Voice) *over the radio* “Good, leave a team behind to search for its occupants.”
(Cloaked Figure) “Master, the anomaly net has brought us things at random before, don’t you think this could...”
(Voice) *over the radio* “The D.S.P. have phased shielding that prevents us from picking up their technology, random or otherwise, search for its occupants, someone came along for the ride.”
(Cloaked Figure) “Yes Master. I will stay behind myself and lead a small team.” *clicks the button on the radio again* “Sword, Sniper, you’re with me.”
2 figures come out from behind a group of trees. One carrying what looks to be cross swords on its back and the other with a very long rifle and a few handguns on its belt.
(Cloaked Figure) “Spread out, we have a visitor somewhere close.” *pulls off his hood*
The second the figures hood comes off its plane to see the green alien’s features. Though this specific breed is slightly different than any of the versions in the past. It still has the almost aquatic look of the technology absorbing creature from the black lagoon looking creatures from the past.
(Me) “. . . Thanks for explaining that narrator, aquatic but not fin headed fish faced.”
Not trying to steal your thunder.
(Me) “Would you shut up! . . . Why’s it gotta be fucking green aliens? Hate these fucking things!”
Scene fades as the Captain heads off after the group carrying the transport parts.
Day whatever ~Update~
Ok so, I’m not ruling out the time travel aspect, but I can say I wasn’t brought here on purpose. Green aliens have something called an anomaly net so I’m guessing its some kind of dimensional anomaly generator that grabs things either within the dimension or from alternate dimensions. Like I said, that’s a guess. Could make gazpacho for all I know and anomaly’s that fuck with space time is its side effect . . . All I know for sure is there city or ship or whatever better be fucking close, I hate this walking shit!
Scene opens to a strange camp.
(Me) *still cloaked* “What is this shit?”
The entire camp is surrounded by small strange ships and there are a few buildings that seem to be temporary structures as if the green aliens were running some sort of lumber yard mining facility.
(Me) *heads for the largest building*
Inside the building there is a large amount of metal sheets likely cut out of the iron trees like large sheets of metal plywood. Many different kinds of green aliens seem to be working the various stations.
(Me) *keeping his voice low* “the different looks must be from the different worlds where the bastion empire were conducting their various experiments . . . really shouldn’t be talking to myself.” *heads out of the building and heads for the tent part of the camp*
The various tents seem to be set up like a labor camp, most of them being filled with bunks while a few obvious mess tents and the occasional outhouse, but one tent stands out among the rest.
(Me) *peeks in through an open fold in the tent*
(Green Alien Master) “Take your team to the chromatic world., one of my time agents seems to believe the Captain will be headed there to replace his sword.”
(Green Alien) “Yes Master, I will assemble my team.”
(Green Alien Master) “Good, go to the northern mountains, there will be a large palace under the ice, the agent says that is their destination.”
(Green Alien) “Does our time agent have any more precise information?”
(Green Alien Master) “There is little more than what I have just told you, you will find all the details you might need on the time ship. Now go, you’re team has already assembled under my order.”
(Green Alien) “Yes Master.” *bows and walks out of the tent*
(Green Alien Master) “. . . Something seems off.” *shrugs* “Probably nothing. Likely just jittery from the anticipation of the Captains demise finally being at hand. Who would have thought Eternal Darkness would have been useful after all. Killed on a quest to acquire a new sword.” *laughs* “How unfitting for an infamous space pirate.”
(Me) *gets a better look around the tent to see just who the hell the green alien master is speaking to*
The inside of the tent is as luxurious as any old Arabian sheiks tent, various rugs and pillows and odd looking female green aliens in revealing clothing laying around. All smiling as the master congratulates himself in advance on a job well done.
(Green Alien) *bursts into the tent* “Master, there’s an energy signature somewhere in the camp, the flag ship just detected it.”
(Green Alien Master) “So? Find it.”
(Green Alien) “We can’t, the reading is too small to pinpoint with our equipment.”
(Green Alien Master) “Meaning? What could be causing it?”
(Green Alien) “We . . . We think it may be from the D.S.P. ship, possibly one of their Darknauts with a cloaking device.”
(Green Alien Master) “Call out the trackers and give them hand scanners, let them find and destroy it.”
(Green Alien) “Yes Master . . . I believe our hand scanners might be able to be modified to...”
(Green Alien Master) “Triangulate a signal, yes I know. Go do your job, technician.”
(green Alien) *nods and walks out of the tent*
(Green Alien Master) “I give these creatures far too much control over themselves. Perhaps the next generation will be more like insect drones than people.”
The tent flap seems to blow in the wind and catches the Masters attention for a moment.
(Me) *heading for the edge of camp* “I knew this was going to suck...”
Scene fades.
* * *
Scene opens to the bar on Mular Bay Spaceport.
Ari is sitting in a booth staring out the windows out onto the launch pad and the actual water bay past the deck, watching rain fall within the spaceports environmental shield.
(Chelle) “Tying one on Ari?”
(Ari) *doesn’t seem to notice Chelle*
(Chelle) *sits down on the opposite bench* “It's pretty weird isn’t it? Rain on an asteroid spaceport.”
(Ari) *lazily tilts her head towards Chelle* ”Hmm? The rain?”
(Chelle) “Yes the rain, it’s weird.”
(Ari) “Nah, it does this sometimes when Del and Eed cross close to each other, their gravity pushes and pulls us and when we get just close enough to Eed the environmental shield absorbs the moisture from its atmosphere and turns it into rain clouds over the spaceport.”
(Chelle) “Really? I never really noticed it rain before.”
(Ari) “It all depends what the weathers like on Eed when Mular Bay skims its atmosphere . . . I think the Captain and Dark0 planed it to work that way for some reason.”
(Chelle) “Probably to keep the lake out there fresh.”
(Ari) “Yeah, even with the filtration system the bay can get stagnant.”
(Chelle) “. . . You know, it never ceases to amaze me the random crap Phoenix comes up with that sounds dumb until you really sit back and think about it.”
(Ari) “A lot of times I just think the Captain does things his way to be different and we can think it has stuff to do with keeping the bay clean but it’s probably just because he likes the rain.” *smiles*
(Chelle) *laughs* “Very true. He can be brilliant, but a lot of the times it’s just drunken craziness.”
(Ari) *hits her com’s* “Dark0, did you find anything yet?”
(Dark0) *over com’s* “Nothing yet. I have diverted Knightstar to check the Captain’s coarse. I will inform you the moment we hear anything.”
(Chelle) “Checking up on Phoenix?”
(Ari) “He’s late, he was supposed to get back yesterday.”
(Chelle) “So? It’s not like he wears a watch.”
(Ari) “His com’s have a clock on them . . . Ok so it’s more like a calendar that doesn’t always work right, but...”
(Chelle) “I’m sure he’ll be back soon.”
(Ari) “After last time, he told me if he’s super late figure the transport broke or something and come get him or if he disappears like last time blame the dimension drive and come find him or and this was my favorite ‘assume it was time travel and bring me a f’ing aspirin’” *giggles*
(Chelle) *trying not to laugh* “We haven’t had a time travel related incident in a while.”
(Ari) “He figured it was due.”
(Chelle) “. . . You thinkin what I’m thinkin?”
(Ari) “The Captain jinxed himself?”
(Chelle) “. . .” *hits her com’s* “Dark0, message Thorn and tell him to hurry up with that coarse check and sweep for...”
(Dark0) *over com’s* “It’s not time travel related.”
(Chelle) “What? How do...”
(Ari) “My com’s are still on, Dark0 heard us.”
(Dark0) *over com’s* “The concept of the jinx is absurd, mentioning such things off hand does not make them happen.”
(Chelle) “Have you been paying attention for the last 5 or so years? Absurd seems to be the norm. Tell Thorn to sweep for temporal radiation and everything else they can think of.”
(Ari) “Yeah, what she said.”
(Dark0) *sighs over com’s* “Very well, would you like me to bring Enigma up...”
Both Ari and Chelle yell “NO!” at the same time.
(Ari) “I mean, I’ll message Akki and tell him there might be time travel related junk going on. I have some research stuff the Captain’s been meaning to pass along to him anyways.”
(Chelle) “Why hasn’t Phoenix sent it to Akki himself?”
(Ari) “You haven’t seen the recycle since me and the Captain have been in the bio lab doing stuff have you? There’s beer bottles for days on the recycling deck.”
(Chelle) “Gotcha . . . So why haven’t you sent it already?”
(Ari) “Because I haven’t had any reason to message Akki.”
(Dark0) *over com’s* “Message coming in from Captain Thorn. They have tracked the Captains rout to the point where our dimension jump grid lost track of the transports transponder. Temporal scans haven’t reveled anything but there seems to be some anomalous dimensional distortions around the area itself. Transmitting the data to you now Ari, you may still want to message Akki with these readings.”
(Ari) “Thank you Dark0.” *closes the com’s and opens a screen to message Akki*
(Chelle) “Wait, if they just ruled out temporal radiation and whatever, why would...”
(Ari) “If the Captain dimension jumped out of range we should be able to find him pretty easy but if the transport skipped into another dimension . . . Well let’s just say dimensions can be like time zones on a planet.”
(Chelle) “You mean like the difference between here and the Chromatic world.”
(Ari) “Yep, time isn’t exactly a steady constant everywhere.”
(Chelle) “. . . So does this make us right? It’s time travel related?”
(Ari) “Technically? . . . Maybe.”
Scene fades.
Day 248 ~Ari’s Log~
I hate when the Captain’s away and I have to write these . . . well I don’t HAVE to write these, but I think someone should when the Captain isn’t here to do it. I called everybody looking for the Captain when he was late. Laura might have been the one to actually call and talk to the bars and stuff, but I asked her to so I’m going to say I did it if the Captain asks. We still don’t really know anything about where the Captain went, none of the scans we got really say anything that makes a whole lot of sense. But that’s why I messaged Akki. I basically kissed his butt and made it sound like he was the only one who could help, the Captain always says that’s the easier way to get Akki to do stuff and I don’t feel like doing the whole challenge him with bullshit to get him to do what I want him to do out of spite. He sent me a message back that he’d look into it and get back to me . . . that was like 2 days ago though. maybe I shouldn’t have sent him all that info on the Bastion Empire time machine stuff the Captain found...
Scene opens to the bridge on Behemoth.
(J) *walks onto the bridge* “. . . Where’s Rea?”
(Ari) *sitting in the Captain’s chair* “She went down to some room where the time drive stuff is so she could ‘examine the time stream’ or something.”
(Chelle) “She hasn’t been very social since the whole Eternal Darkness thing.”
(J) “She was Phoenix’s AI way back in the day on Baomoth. She’s probably still down on herself for almost getting him killed.”
(Ari) “It wasn’t her fault though.”
(J) “Think about it. She may be an artificial life form and all but her body and mind are as organic as they come now. How would you feel if you got Pepe into trouble and you both almost died?”
(Ari) “. . .”
(Vu) “That’s probably a bad example J.”
(Chelle) “Can we focus? We have to run the next dimensional scan in about 20 minutes and then blind jump to the next location and hit all the bars we can find.”
(Vu) “Why can’t Sibene find him? Doesn’t she have a tracking device for when he goes missing?”
(Ari) “I already asked, it doesn’t work without Marshals com’s to triangulate the signal so they can then judge the distance and stuff.”
(J) “Where is Sibene anyway?”
(Ari) “I think she left on the Black Swan to get some parts or something for Rea.”
(Chelle) “Damnit!”
(J) *look around for Pepe, but doesn’t see him anywhere* “What?”
(Chelle) “All these stupid possible ‘blind emergency jump directions’ are a waste of time.”
(Vu) “Didn’t you just say focus so we can do all that crap I wasn’t listening to?”
(Chelle) “None of these lead anywhere that Phoenix couldn’t have contacted us from. 3 dozen random places within our dimension, and only 4 of the possibilities are uncharted and maybe 6 outside of heavy traffic areas? Come on, Phoenix would have found a way to blow up a galaxy or something by now like a freakin flare saying ‘come get me damnit!’ . . .”
(Ari) “I keep telling everyone ‘time travel’ but nobody likes to listen to that phrase.”
(Rea) *walks onto the bridge* “It’s not time travel Ari, I can’t find anything in the time stream around the distortion. It was only there for a few seconds and space is already nearly repaired around it.”
(Ari) “That doesn’t prove anything.”
(J) “What the hell was the damn thing anyway?”
(Rea) “Dimensional tear, likely caused by a faulty dimension drive.” *looks at Ari* “That is one of the Captain’s scenarios isn’t it? Fits the jinxed ideas just as well as the time travel theory.”
(Ari) “Yeah well . . . what if the tear wasn’t caused by the dimension drive and the transport just happened to fly through it in hyperspace or something while the Captain was taking a nap or in the bathroom or getting a beer?”
Everyone on the bridge looks at Rea.
(J) “The girl makes a good point.”
(Rea) “The likely hood of any of that...”
(Vu) “Don’t start acting like Dark0 with tits!”
(Chelle) “I think we’re all behind Ari on this one.”
(J) “I know I am, the most unlikely shit is usually the most likely shit when Phoenix is concerned . . . it does make it hard to keep that straight though.”
(Vu) “I agree, but that’s the reason why I have vodka.”
(Rea) “. . .”
(Chelle) “I think you’re out voted Rea. 3 fleet commanders and Ari to 1.”
(Rea) “Well, it’s a good thing I sent Sibene to get me a better scanner from Enigma’s lab. Can we at least continue what we’re doing for now until I can actually properly scan the distortion?”
Everyone looks at Ari.
(Ari) “. . . What? Am I in charge?”
(Chelle) “Yes!”
(J) “We got you’re back.”
(Vu) “Mostly because you won’t actually get in any trouble if we fuck something up.”
(Chelle) “VU!”
(Vu) “What? I’m drinking over here! Vodka makes me honest.”
(Ari) “We’ll keep checking the dimension jump points for now Rea, I called some of the other Captains to help so it shouldn’t take long.”
(Rea) “Alright, I’ll get back to my own work then.” *walks off the bridge*
(Chelle) “. . . Who did you call to help Ari?”
(Ari) “Thorn, Auma, Kian, Ravena, Darkstar, Hammerhead and the rest of the kids. I figured 12 ships can do more than 1.”
(Chelle) “So Knightstar, Morningstar, Leviathan, Darkstar, Hammerhead, Rigel, Saiph, Bellatrix, Thabit and Thunderhorse . . . Wait Soulspite doesn’t have a ship?”
(Ari) “Captain Outlawed let her barrow Falcon temporarily after I told him what was going on.”
(J) “Why isn’t he helping?”
(Ari) “Outlawed doesn’t like time travel either, at least that’s how it sounded when he suddenly got a cold and had to go lay down as he gave Ravena permission to take Falcon out.”
(J) “Kase has got to be shitting himself by now, that woman’s scary.”
(Vu) “Would you get over it already J!”
(Ari) *giggles*
Day 251 ~Ari’s Log~
This sucks! Still nothing and Sibene isn’t back with Rea’s parts yet. This is stupid. What’s Akki doing? His Time Station always has loads of stuff for things like this. The Captain’s going to be pissed off if he runs out of beer on a planet that doesn’t know how to make booze or in a galaxy with no hops or barley . . . Maybe he fell into a brewery? That would be funny. All this looking for him and we find him in a brewery with the transport sank in the middle of some huge beer vat. I gotta tell that to the others. That would be great. I’m really not good at writing logs. Crimson says I shouldn’t worry about what I write in the log because its more about getting your thoughts out than it is saying stuff that’s always super important and that sounds like something the Captain would say, so Crimson probably asked him about the log before.
* * *
Fleet Admiral Akki, Fleets AI Log:
Day 248: Ari got hold of me last night Port Royal time, asking to help out with Phoenix, apparently he’s gone missing… great. She pleaded and acted nice which was weird, most people tend to bet me I can’t do it, probably thinking my program is still fucked.
Anyway I said I’d get the lab to look at it for a while, which is fine.
-Scene opens in the Admirals office, with Woo and Tony present-
Akki: “So you get what we’re planning?”
Woo: “No.”
Tony: “Well, not really no.”
Akki: “What the fuck is wrong with you people, do none of you listen or what?”
Woo: “Yeah…”
Akki: “Wanker… anyway look, Tony take Pete and Osiris to investigate some of the readings we were sent. Woo, you can work in the lab.”
Woo: “Why not on time station?”
Akki: “It’s pretty simple, every time I bring something off there it screws with the timeline and opens up a paradox leading to the DSP being behind in the technology race.”
Woo: “Really? What about the Poi-Stars?”
Akki: “There fitted with temporal shields so aren’t affected at all.”
Tony: “Makes sense if you actually THINK… about it.”
Woo: “FUCK YOU!”
Akki: “GET OUT OF MY CUNTING OFFICE ALREADY!”
Tony: “Which one?”
Akki: “BOTH OF YOU!”
-Scene fades out-
Day 249: Nothing important has turned up in the lab really, but that is to be expected however, Tony has reported back something rather odd.
They are bringing evidence back for me to study, but all signs aren’t exactly great at the moment.
Stewart is on the mend more or less, though I don’t think it helps when someone kicks him down stairs… no, no that probably doesn’t help at all.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, I shall have to discipline whoever has been doing that.
I’m not sure which I’m more excited about in all honesty.
-Scene opens in the Port Royal cantina-
Stewart: “So have you caught the bastard yet?”
Akki: “No.”
Stewart: “Have you tried?”
Akki: “No, I have a station and several ships to run you know.”
Dn6: “I haven’t tried either before you ask.”
Stewart: “You do realize that I wasn’t just pushed down stairs while still in a wheelchair, I was pissed on after!”
Akki: “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA Don’t make it funnier!”
Stewart: “It’s not meant to be funny!”
Dn6: “Then why tell us like that?”
Stewart: “Like what?!”
Akki: “Like that!”
Stewart: “FUCK YOU!”
Akki: “Right, that’s a week in the brig for you!”
Stewart: “What?!”
Dn6: “You can’t speak like that to a Command officer, let alone the Fleet Admiral.”
Akki: “Take him away.”
Stewart: “WAIT!!”
-Scene fades out-
(Captain Outlawed) “I say its crap, you don’t even have a ship of your own and you want to just walk off with whatever you want.”
(Captain Soulspite) “I have a deal with the High Captain...”
(Captain Outlawed) “I AM a High Captain! Shit, you’ve been here less than a week and you’re acting like you own the place and last time I checked no one’s given me head for favors yet!”
(Me) “Fucksake, you called me all the way out here for this shit?”
Both Outlawed and Soulspite just stop and look at the Captain.
(Me) “You’re ships being transferred to the new shipyard here and the Rad’s here will make it top priority, but you still have to wait for the damn ship, you’re not taking Ghost Rodger or Falcon.”
(Captain Soulspite) “But there’s been an outbreak on Corin and I...”
(Me) “And nothing, you wanted that ship made for you so it would have all the weapons you need for your own business, the standard D.S.P. tech just isn’t going to cut it and you know it. You want to go in prepared or not?”
(Captain Soulspite) “. . . Fine, I’ll wait, but if the people of Corin Vega are all turned by the time I get there it will be on you.”
(Me) “And if that happens I’ll blow up the planet myself! . . . I own property there. Hate it when real-estate goes to shit because of undead neighbors...”
(Captain Soulspite) *almost laughs as she turns and walks out of the office*
(Captain Outlawed) “How the hell do you deal with that bitch?”
(Me) “Easy, I remember that she’s a vampire and remind myself if she gets completely out of line the Darknauts will set her on fire.”
(Captain Outlawed) “Really? . . . I never thought of that.”
(Me) “Treat her like a 6 year old if you want to, just watch the spankings, I think she’s into that.”
(Captain Outlawed) “Yeah thanks Phoenix, I’ll make a mental note of that. No kinky shit with the vampire chick with huge fangs. Even though she’s hot and the undead thing sounds kind kinky by itself. . .”
(Me) “Don’t even kid yourself, she doesn’t actually look like that.”
(Captain Outlawed) “What do you mean she doesn’t look like that?”
(Me) “Seriously?”
(Captain Outlawed) *looks confused* “Well?”
(Me) “Um, you know the 2 black lines of lipstick on either side of her chin that almost all the way back to her throat that looks like eccentric circus makeup or something?”
(Captain Outlawed) “Yeah? What about it?”
(Me) “It’s all lip! Her lower jaw separates into 3 pieces when she brings her fangs all the way out.”
(Captain Outlawed) “What?” *gets a slightly more horrified look the more he thinks about it* “Ah, aw man. Dude that’s fucked up.”
(Me) “And you know that whole vampire myth that they turn into bats and shit?”
(Captain Outlawed) “Don’t tell me the bitch is really some weird freak flying rodent in disguise!?”
(Me) “That’s right! . . . Well not the freak flying rodent thing, but something freaky in disguise, yes! . . . And honestly, I’m not entirely sure ‘She’ is a proper distinction, think it’s more like a choice”
(Captain Outlawed) “WHAT? . . .”
(Me) “I don’t think there’s really a space vampire gender, think her kind just sort of pick and go with it.”
(Captain Outlawed) “. . . That it, I’m never masturbating again.” *laughs*
(Me) *laughs* “Between the beer, the Coumadin and whatever the fuck else medications you’re on I’m surprised you risked it before.”
Scene fades.
Day 245
Fucksake, hate Thursdays lately. At least I’m on my way back. Fucking cold, or whatever this shit is. I’m going to sleep for a week, then get drunk and sleep another week. Then hopefully I’ll remember what the fuck I was doing in the bio lab. I wrote down Organic Poison so I wouldn’t forget again, but still for the life of me can’t remember fuck all else about why I was in the bio lab. Might have something to do with people being less likely to break containment so I can drink without interruption, but I doubt it. Ok I don’t doubt it, doubt it, but I’m sure there was more to it . . . Damnit, fucksake, damn dimension drive is fucking up again. Blacky better not be in back chewing wires or anything...
Scene opens to the cockpit of the Captain’s Transport.
(Me) *punches the controls* “Power down you piece of shit!”
The dimension drive actually starts to power down.
(Me) *runs a system diagnostic* “What the fuck do you mean system stable? How the fuck is that even a diagnosis. Something’s fuct you piece of shit transport!”
All the alarms on the transport seem to go off at once as the ship starts to shake uncontrollably.
(Me) “See! I FUCKING TOLD YOU! Piece of shit!” *kicks the helm* “When I get back to the spaceport I’m launching you into the fucking sun!”
The entire helm starts to smoke and arcs of electricity start shooting out of everything.
A massive streak of white light seems to tear open the dead space outside the transport just out in front of the cockpit window.
(Me) “. . .”
The Captain’s com’s start going insane, switching back and forth from gold to green.
(Me) “Oh this is going to suck...”
Reality seems to warm all around the transport and then the light collapses as everything inside the strange fracture seems to blink out of existence.
Scene fades.
Scene opens to what looks like a jungle.
All of the tree and vines seem to be a metallic grey with brownish rust coating everything. The leaves on the trees look like a deep red and purple mass, almost yellow veins stretching around the bottoms of the metal plants as rust forms over the topside.
Somewhere amongst the trees the jungle itself seems to be pulled perfectly apart as if the transport sitting on the ground was forced to exist there while the surrounding jungle just expanded around it.
The back hatch of the transport explodes off its hinges, fly’s up and gets lodged in the trees.
(Me) *stumbles out of the transport* “That was worse than flying coach with the seat in front of you in your crotch.” *looks around at the iron jungle* “. . . Great, metal trees. Why can’t I ever just randomly end up in an all female naked day spa?”
The transport hatch falls out of the tree and the Captain just barely gets out of the way in time.
(Me) “Come on damnit! Just once? Is that too fucking much to ask? Really? SERIOUSLY? . . . bastard metal trees.”
A leaf falls from one of the trees and hits the hatch like a metal dagger, lodging itself deep in the door.
(Me) “. . . You gotta be fucking kidding me?” *checks his gold com’s* “Good thing I had Ari power you up before I left.”
The screen pops up and just shows the power levels. 1 fully charged bar out of 3 and the remaining 2 hovering around 30%.
(Me) “Well at least there’s . . . no bikini baristas with triple shot almond mochas with whipped cream?” *looks around* “Note to self: reverse jinxes, still don’t work.” *grabs his trench coat* “Reverse magnetism should keep the leaves from killing me...” *checks all his pockets and phased pockets* “Fuck, guns were at the house. Knew I was forgetting something . . . this is really going to suck if I come across something that thinks I’m food . . . in a metal jungle . . . wherever the fuck this is . . .” *looks up* “Still a no on the whole all female naked day spa?”
There’s nothing but the metallic groaning of the iron jungle in the breeze and crashing metal leaves off in the distance.
(Me) *sighs* “Worth a shot...” *heads out into the metal jungle*
Scene fades.
Day ...
Well isn’t that fucked, the chronometer isn’t working. Whatever that flash of light was it must have been temporal in nature. Probably stuck on some planet that use to be where I was a billion years ago or will be there way in the future after you calculate the whole spaceial drift bullshit. Fucking wonderful! . . . then again I could have just been shot through a micro hyperspace window into a random planet near a space 7-11 . . . or I could have been grabbed by something and brought there on purpose because that’s usually how this shit works, all I can say is it better not be a combination of any of that shit or I’m going to be extra annoyed and will likely be shooting someone with the breach cannon . . . so long as I don’t deplete the power too much and wind up fucked. And what’s the deal with the word wind? It’s got like 8 billion meanings and uses and pronunciations. Fuck you English language!
Scene opens somewhere in the metal jungle.
Every time the wind blows the trees creek and groan with a near harmonic resonance. Like a collection of out of tune strings. Noises only amplified whenever a leaf from one of the metal trees crashes into the ground or the roots of the trees when they fall.
(Me) *knocks on one of the trees* “Metallic but still organic life, weird. This planet must be mostly metal. Kind of like how Mars has a fuckload of hematite this place must be mostly iron.”
Something moves in the distance, the sounds of several footfalls echo’s through the nearly silent jungle.
(Me) “. . . Hmm.” *pulls out his P.C.D. and cloaks himself*
The Captain follows the noise back towards his transport and as soon as he makes it back to the general area several cloaked shapes are already taking the ship apart.
(Me) “. . . Fuck.”
The longer the Captain watches the more the group of cloaked figures pulls the ship apart, more and more of the figures seem to come out from the jungle and then leave carrying parts. The entire ship is stripped down to nothing within a matter of maybe a half an hour and the cloaked figures all disappear into the jungle again. All but one.
(Cloaked Figure) *pulls out a device and presses a button* “We have it, it was a transport. Possibly D.S.P. my team is returning with its parts right this second.”
(Voice) *over the radio* “Good, leave a team behind to search for its occupants.”
(Cloaked Figure) “Master, the anomaly net has brought us things at random before, don’t you think this could...”
(Voice) *over the radio* “The D.S.P. have phased shielding that prevents us from picking up their technology, random or otherwise, search for its occupants, someone came along for the ride.”
(Cloaked Figure) “Yes Master. I will stay behind myself and lead a small team.” *clicks the button on the radio again* “Sword, Sniper, you’re with me.”
2 figures come out from behind a group of trees. One carrying what looks to be cross swords on its back and the other with a very long rifle and a few handguns on its belt.
(Cloaked Figure) “Spread out, we have a visitor somewhere close.” *pulls off his hood*
The second the figures hood comes off its plane to see the green alien’s features. Though this specific breed is slightly different than any of the versions in the past. It still has the almost aquatic look of the technology absorbing creature from the black lagoon looking creatures from the past.
(Me) “. . . Thanks for explaining that narrator, aquatic but not fin headed fish faced.”
Not trying to steal your thunder.
(Me) “Would you shut up! . . . Why’s it gotta be fucking green aliens? Hate these fucking things!”
Scene fades as the Captain heads off after the group carrying the transport parts.
Day whatever ~Update~
Ok so, I’m not ruling out the time travel aspect, but I can say I wasn’t brought here on purpose. Green aliens have something called an anomaly net so I’m guessing its some kind of dimensional anomaly generator that grabs things either within the dimension or from alternate dimensions. Like I said, that’s a guess. Could make gazpacho for all I know and anomaly’s that fuck with space time is its side effect . . . All I know for sure is there city or ship or whatever better be fucking close, I hate this walking shit!
Scene opens to a strange camp.
(Me) *still cloaked* “What is this shit?”
The entire camp is surrounded by small strange ships and there are a few buildings that seem to be temporary structures as if the green aliens were running some sort of lumber yard mining facility.
(Me) *heads for the largest building*
Inside the building there is a large amount of metal sheets likely cut out of the iron trees like large sheets of metal plywood. Many different kinds of green aliens seem to be working the various stations.
(Me) *keeping his voice low* “the different looks must be from the different worlds where the bastion empire were conducting their various experiments . . . really shouldn’t be talking to myself.” *heads out of the building and heads for the tent part of the camp*
The various tents seem to be set up like a labor camp, most of them being filled with bunks while a few obvious mess tents and the occasional outhouse, but one tent stands out among the rest.
(Me) *peeks in through an open fold in the tent*
(Green Alien Master) “Take your team to the chromatic world., one of my time agents seems to believe the Captain will be headed there to replace his sword.”
(Green Alien) “Yes Master, I will assemble my team.”
(Green Alien Master) “Good, go to the northern mountains, there will be a large palace under the ice, the agent says that is their destination.”
(Green Alien) “Does our time agent have any more precise information?”
(Green Alien Master) “There is little more than what I have just told you, you will find all the details you might need on the time ship. Now go, you’re team has already assembled under my order.”
(Green Alien) “Yes Master.” *bows and walks out of the tent*
(Green Alien Master) “. . . Something seems off.” *shrugs* “Probably nothing. Likely just jittery from the anticipation of the Captains demise finally being at hand. Who would have thought Eternal Darkness would have been useful after all. Killed on a quest to acquire a new sword.” *laughs* “How unfitting for an infamous space pirate.”
(Me) *gets a better look around the tent to see just who the hell the green alien master is speaking to*
The inside of the tent is as luxurious as any old Arabian sheiks tent, various rugs and pillows and odd looking female green aliens in revealing clothing laying around. All smiling as the master congratulates himself in advance on a job well done.
(Green Alien) *bursts into the tent* “Master, there’s an energy signature somewhere in the camp, the flag ship just detected it.”
(Green Alien Master) “So? Find it.”
(Green Alien) “We can’t, the reading is too small to pinpoint with our equipment.”
(Green Alien Master) “Meaning? What could be causing it?”
(Green Alien) “We . . . We think it may be from the D.S.P. ship, possibly one of their Darknauts with a cloaking device.”
(Green Alien Master) “Call out the trackers and give them hand scanners, let them find and destroy it.”
(Green Alien) “Yes Master . . . I believe our hand scanners might be able to be modified to...”
(Green Alien Master) “Triangulate a signal, yes I know. Go do your job, technician.”
(green Alien) *nods and walks out of the tent*
(Green Alien Master) “I give these creatures far too much control over themselves. Perhaps the next generation will be more like insect drones than people.”
The tent flap seems to blow in the wind and catches the Masters attention for a moment.
(Me) *heading for the edge of camp* “I knew this was going to suck...”
Scene fades.
* * *
Scene opens to the bar on Mular Bay Spaceport.
Ari is sitting in a booth staring out the windows out onto the launch pad and the actual water bay past the deck, watching rain fall within the spaceports environmental shield.
(Chelle) “Tying one on Ari?”
(Ari) *doesn’t seem to notice Chelle*
(Chelle) *sits down on the opposite bench* “It's pretty weird isn’t it? Rain on an asteroid spaceport.”
(Ari) *lazily tilts her head towards Chelle* ”Hmm? The rain?”
(Chelle) “Yes the rain, it’s weird.”
(Ari) “Nah, it does this sometimes when Del and Eed cross close to each other, their gravity pushes and pulls us and when we get just close enough to Eed the environmental shield absorbs the moisture from its atmosphere and turns it into rain clouds over the spaceport.”
(Chelle) “Really? I never really noticed it rain before.”
(Ari) “It all depends what the weathers like on Eed when Mular Bay skims its atmosphere . . . I think the Captain and Dark0 planed it to work that way for some reason.”
(Chelle) “Probably to keep the lake out there fresh.”
(Ari) “Yeah, even with the filtration system the bay can get stagnant.”
(Chelle) “. . . You know, it never ceases to amaze me the random crap Phoenix comes up with that sounds dumb until you really sit back and think about it.”
(Ari) “A lot of times I just think the Captain does things his way to be different and we can think it has stuff to do with keeping the bay clean but it’s probably just because he likes the rain.” *smiles*
(Chelle) *laughs* “Very true. He can be brilliant, but a lot of the times it’s just drunken craziness.”
(Ari) *hits her com’s* “Dark0, did you find anything yet?”
(Dark0) *over com’s* “Nothing yet. I have diverted Knightstar to check the Captain’s coarse. I will inform you the moment we hear anything.”
(Chelle) “Checking up on Phoenix?”
(Ari) “He’s late, he was supposed to get back yesterday.”
(Chelle) “So? It’s not like he wears a watch.”
(Ari) “His com’s have a clock on them . . . Ok so it’s more like a calendar that doesn’t always work right, but...”
(Chelle) “I’m sure he’ll be back soon.”
(Ari) “After last time, he told me if he’s super late figure the transport broke or something and come get him or if he disappears like last time blame the dimension drive and come find him or and this was my favorite ‘assume it was time travel and bring me a f’ing aspirin’” *giggles*
(Chelle) *trying not to laugh* “We haven’t had a time travel related incident in a while.”
(Ari) “He figured it was due.”
(Chelle) “. . . You thinkin what I’m thinkin?”
(Ari) “The Captain jinxed himself?”
(Chelle) “. . .” *hits her com’s* “Dark0, message Thorn and tell him to hurry up with that coarse check and sweep for...”
(Dark0) *over com’s* “It’s not time travel related.”
(Chelle) “What? How do...”
(Ari) “My com’s are still on, Dark0 heard us.”
(Dark0) *over com’s* “The concept of the jinx is absurd, mentioning such things off hand does not make them happen.”
(Chelle) “Have you been paying attention for the last 5 or so years? Absurd seems to be the norm. Tell Thorn to sweep for temporal radiation and everything else they can think of.”
(Ari) “Yeah, what she said.”
(Dark0) *sighs over com’s* “Very well, would you like me to bring Enigma up...”
Both Ari and Chelle yell “NO!” at the same time.
(Ari) “I mean, I’ll message Akki and tell him there might be time travel related junk going on. I have some research stuff the Captain’s been meaning to pass along to him anyways.”
(Chelle) “Why hasn’t Phoenix sent it to Akki himself?”
(Ari) “You haven’t seen the recycle since me and the Captain have been in the bio lab doing stuff have you? There’s beer bottles for days on the recycling deck.”
(Chelle) “Gotcha . . . So why haven’t you sent it already?”
(Ari) “Because I haven’t had any reason to message Akki.”
(Dark0) *over com’s* “Message coming in from Captain Thorn. They have tracked the Captains rout to the point where our dimension jump grid lost track of the transports transponder. Temporal scans haven’t reveled anything but there seems to be some anomalous dimensional distortions around the area itself. Transmitting the data to you now Ari, you may still want to message Akki with these readings.”
(Ari) “Thank you Dark0.” *closes the com’s and opens a screen to message Akki*
(Chelle) “Wait, if they just ruled out temporal radiation and whatever, why would...”
(Ari) “If the Captain dimension jumped out of range we should be able to find him pretty easy but if the transport skipped into another dimension . . . Well let’s just say dimensions can be like time zones on a planet.”
(Chelle) “You mean like the difference between here and the Chromatic world.”
(Ari) “Yep, time isn’t exactly a steady constant everywhere.”
(Chelle) “. . . So does this make us right? It’s time travel related?”
(Ari) “Technically? . . . Maybe.”
Scene fades.
Day 248 ~Ari’s Log~
I hate when the Captain’s away and I have to write these . . . well I don’t HAVE to write these, but I think someone should when the Captain isn’t here to do it. I called everybody looking for the Captain when he was late. Laura might have been the one to actually call and talk to the bars and stuff, but I asked her to so I’m going to say I did it if the Captain asks. We still don’t really know anything about where the Captain went, none of the scans we got really say anything that makes a whole lot of sense. But that’s why I messaged Akki. I basically kissed his butt and made it sound like he was the only one who could help, the Captain always says that’s the easier way to get Akki to do stuff and I don’t feel like doing the whole challenge him with bullshit to get him to do what I want him to do out of spite. He sent me a message back that he’d look into it and get back to me . . . that was like 2 days ago though. maybe I shouldn’t have sent him all that info on the Bastion Empire time machine stuff the Captain found...
Scene opens to the bridge on Behemoth.
(J) *walks onto the bridge* “. . . Where’s Rea?”
(Ari) *sitting in the Captain’s chair* “She went down to some room where the time drive stuff is so she could ‘examine the time stream’ or something.”
(Chelle) “She hasn’t been very social since the whole Eternal Darkness thing.”
(J) “She was Phoenix’s AI way back in the day on Baomoth. She’s probably still down on herself for almost getting him killed.”
(Ari) “It wasn’t her fault though.”
(J) “Think about it. She may be an artificial life form and all but her body and mind are as organic as they come now. How would you feel if you got Pepe into trouble and you both almost died?”
(Ari) “. . .”
(Vu) “That’s probably a bad example J.”
(Chelle) “Can we focus? We have to run the next dimensional scan in about 20 minutes and then blind jump to the next location and hit all the bars we can find.”
(Vu) “Why can’t Sibene find him? Doesn’t she have a tracking device for when he goes missing?”
(Ari) “I already asked, it doesn’t work without Marshals com’s to triangulate the signal so they can then judge the distance and stuff.”
(J) “Where is Sibene anyway?”
(Ari) “I think she left on the Black Swan to get some parts or something for Rea.”
(Chelle) “Damnit!”
(J) *look around for Pepe, but doesn’t see him anywhere* “What?”
(Chelle) “All these stupid possible ‘blind emergency jump directions’ are a waste of time.”
(Vu) “Didn’t you just say focus so we can do all that crap I wasn’t listening to?”
(Chelle) “None of these lead anywhere that Phoenix couldn’t have contacted us from. 3 dozen random places within our dimension, and only 4 of the possibilities are uncharted and maybe 6 outside of heavy traffic areas? Come on, Phoenix would have found a way to blow up a galaxy or something by now like a freakin flare saying ‘come get me damnit!’ . . .”
(Ari) “I keep telling everyone ‘time travel’ but nobody likes to listen to that phrase.”
(Rea) *walks onto the bridge* “It’s not time travel Ari, I can’t find anything in the time stream around the distortion. It was only there for a few seconds and space is already nearly repaired around it.”
(Ari) “That doesn’t prove anything.”
(J) “What the hell was the damn thing anyway?”
(Rea) “Dimensional tear, likely caused by a faulty dimension drive.” *looks at Ari* “That is one of the Captain’s scenarios isn’t it? Fits the jinxed ideas just as well as the time travel theory.”
(Ari) “Yeah well . . . what if the tear wasn’t caused by the dimension drive and the transport just happened to fly through it in hyperspace or something while the Captain was taking a nap or in the bathroom or getting a beer?”
Everyone on the bridge looks at Rea.
(J) “The girl makes a good point.”
(Rea) “The likely hood of any of that...”
(Vu) “Don’t start acting like Dark0 with tits!”
(Chelle) “I think we’re all behind Ari on this one.”
(J) “I know I am, the most unlikely shit is usually the most likely shit when Phoenix is concerned . . . it does make it hard to keep that straight though.”
(Vu) “I agree, but that’s the reason why I have vodka.”
(Rea) “. . .”
(Chelle) “I think you’re out voted Rea. 3 fleet commanders and Ari to 1.”
(Rea) “Well, it’s a good thing I sent Sibene to get me a better scanner from Enigma’s lab. Can we at least continue what we’re doing for now until I can actually properly scan the distortion?”
Everyone looks at Ari.
(Ari) “. . . What? Am I in charge?”
(Chelle) “Yes!”
(J) “We got you’re back.”
(Vu) “Mostly because you won’t actually get in any trouble if we fuck something up.”
(Chelle) “VU!”
(Vu) “What? I’m drinking over here! Vodka makes me honest.”
(Ari) “We’ll keep checking the dimension jump points for now Rea, I called some of the other Captains to help so it shouldn’t take long.”
(Rea) “Alright, I’ll get back to my own work then.” *walks off the bridge*
(Chelle) “. . . Who did you call to help Ari?”
(Ari) “Thorn, Auma, Kian, Ravena, Darkstar, Hammerhead and the rest of the kids. I figured 12 ships can do more than 1.”
(Chelle) “So Knightstar, Morningstar, Leviathan, Darkstar, Hammerhead, Rigel, Saiph, Bellatrix, Thabit and Thunderhorse . . . Wait Soulspite doesn’t have a ship?”
(Ari) “Captain Outlawed let her barrow Falcon temporarily after I told him what was going on.”
(J) “Why isn’t he helping?”
(Ari) “Outlawed doesn’t like time travel either, at least that’s how it sounded when he suddenly got a cold and had to go lay down as he gave Ravena permission to take Falcon out.”
(J) “Kase has got to be shitting himself by now, that woman’s scary.”
(Vu) “Would you get over it already J!”
(Ari) *giggles*
Day 251 ~Ari’s Log~
This sucks! Still nothing and Sibene isn’t back with Rea’s parts yet. This is stupid. What’s Akki doing? His Time Station always has loads of stuff for things like this. The Captain’s going to be pissed off if he runs out of beer on a planet that doesn’t know how to make booze or in a galaxy with no hops or barley . . . Maybe he fell into a brewery? That would be funny. All this looking for him and we find him in a brewery with the transport sank in the middle of some huge beer vat. I gotta tell that to the others. That would be great. I’m really not good at writing logs. Crimson says I shouldn’t worry about what I write in the log because its more about getting your thoughts out than it is saying stuff that’s always super important and that sounds like something the Captain would say, so Crimson probably asked him about the log before.
* * *
Fleet Admiral Akki, Fleets AI Log:
Day 248: Ari got hold of me last night Port Royal time, asking to help out with Phoenix, apparently he’s gone missing… great. She pleaded and acted nice which was weird, most people tend to bet me I can’t do it, probably thinking my program is still fucked.
Anyway I said I’d get the lab to look at it for a while, which is fine.
-Scene opens in the Admirals office, with Woo and Tony present-
Akki: “So you get what we’re planning?”
Woo: “No.”
Tony: “Well, not really no.”
Akki: “What the fuck is wrong with you people, do none of you listen or what?”
Woo: “Yeah…”
Akki: “Wanker… anyway look, Tony take Pete and Osiris to investigate some of the readings we were sent. Woo, you can work in the lab.”
Woo: “Why not on time station?”
Akki: “It’s pretty simple, every time I bring something off there it screws with the timeline and opens up a paradox leading to the DSP being behind in the technology race.”
Woo: “Really? What about the Poi-Stars?”
Akki: “There fitted with temporal shields so aren’t affected at all.”
Tony: “Makes sense if you actually THINK… about it.”
Woo: “FUCK YOU!”
Akki: “GET OUT OF MY CUNTING OFFICE ALREADY!”
Tony: “Which one?”
Akki: “BOTH OF YOU!”
-Scene fades out-
Day 249: Nothing important has turned up in the lab really, but that is to be expected however, Tony has reported back something rather odd.
They are bringing evidence back for me to study, but all signs aren’t exactly great at the moment.
Stewart is on the mend more or less, though I don’t think it helps when someone kicks him down stairs… no, no that probably doesn’t help at all.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, I shall have to discipline whoever has been doing that.
I’m not sure which I’m more excited about in all honesty.
-Scene opens in the Port Royal cantina-
Stewart: “So have you caught the bastard yet?”
Akki: “No.”
Stewart: “Have you tried?”
Akki: “No, I have a station and several ships to run you know.”
Dn6: “I haven’t tried either before you ask.”
Stewart: “You do realize that I wasn’t just pushed down stairs while still in a wheelchair, I was pissed on after!”
Akki: “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA Don’t make it funnier!”
Stewart: “It’s not meant to be funny!”
Dn6: “Then why tell us like that?”
Stewart: “Like what?!”
Akki: “Like that!”
Stewart: “FUCK YOU!”
Akki: “Right, that’s a week in the brig for you!”
Stewart: “What?!”
Dn6: “You can’t speak like that to a Command officer, let alone the Fleet Admiral.”
Akki: “Take him away.”
Stewart: “WAIT!!”
-Scene fades out-