1: The Celestial Temple

Posted on Sun Aug 2nd, 2020 @ 12:59pm by Commander Rita Paris
Edited on on Wed Aug 19th, 2020 @ 9:48pm

Mission: The Bulikaya Particle
Location: Multiverse
Timeline: Time Has No Meaning
Tags: Rita Bulikaya

The particles flared incandescent, and even with her hand held before her as she rushed forward trying to disrupt the event in progress, the Bulikaya particles scattered themselves throughout the area. All sentient life suddenly began shifting through the multiverse, and Rita Paris found herself blinded by the light.

Then the lens flare she knew so well came into focus, and she was on the clean, brilliant, gleaming bridge of the Exeter. Not the dull and staid technology of the past era of the Prime timeline, but the advanced technologies of the Kelvinverse. Michael Stuart stood, rigid, his eyes looking toward her but not seeing her.

You are the Lost Navigator.

Another version Sonak stepped forward, his eyes also unfocused upon her, his cadence not really his own.

Another reality. A visitor said her own voice, as she stepped into view. It was rather a unique experience to literally meet oneself, but the eyes of this version were not empty, and she was relieved to see Rita.

“How long have I been here?” she asked, grasping Rita’s hands with an uncomfortable urgency.

Time has no meaning the Prophet wearing Michael Stuart’s form declared, as Rita realized where she was.

“The wormhole... you’re still in here! The Prophets kept you prisoner here?!?”

“”Sonak is looking for me, but he can’t find me yet... I don’t know when they’ll let him!” the other Rita, trapped in the Celestial temple told her counterpart from another reality.

She seeks to leave.

This cannot be permitted, the wormhole alien wearing the form of her beloved declared, as he reached out his hand toward her.

There was a pulling sensation, as the particles within her decayed, attempting to hurtle her through the multiverse once more, tied to her own counterparts she would encounter, if the briefing held true. But in the here and now, it felt like she was the chew toy in a tug of war of realities, and she began to scream as she could feel reality shearing her apart molecule by molecule.

“Let her go, you’re killing her!” was the last thing Rita Paris heard, before there was light, and calm, and comfort... then she vanished once more.