3: Willy Wonka and the Golden Ticket Holders

Posted on Tue Aug 4th, 2020 @ 7:56pm by Commander Rita Paris

Mission: The Bulikaya Particle
Location: Worldship of Log'yarm///
Timeline: 2397
Tags: Rita Bulikaya

As the flare of the incandescent that could be seen through the eyelids faded, once again, Rita Paris struggled to reorient herself. She looked like she was in a pirate-themed pastry shop- two things that she’d likely put on her list of personal hells. Dealing with the Artan privateers had driven her up the wall, and she had just never cared for the empty carbohydrates and sugary frostings of pastries.

Apparently her local equivalent felt considerably differently.

Morbidly obese was a word for it. The uniform, still the miniskirt and leggings, were stretched over a very fleshy and rather voluminous mass of pulchritudinous female flesh that had to be 300 kilograms. Beside her was a similarly doughy Sonak, and on the floor beside them, currently powering her way through a dessert cart, was a rather porcine Dox.

At first she didn’t recognize the purple velvet couch was a person, let alone recognizing her as Enalia.

In the background, calliope music played, and she realized where she was.... The city of Log’yerm///, the extradimensional entity that kept the Worldship floating and his people in attendance, like children he kept about for his own amusement. As she watched the glazed eyes of her counterpart and her husband as they mechanically raised pastries to their mouths to stuff them in.

Apparently her speech to Log’yerm/// here had been less inspiring, and he’d decided to keep the landing party as well... probably the entire crew. Dumbed them down, compelled them to eat, and was keeping them trapped in this living hell.

Even the air smelled sugary, and it turned Rita’s stomach.

Looking out over the Worldship, she considered how she could help the crew trapped here like this. Given what she knew of the particle and given what she was experiencing, she estimated she had about two minutes here, tops. Not enough time to do anything, really.

Looking over the crew, lobotomized and trapped within ever-expanding prisons of flesh for the entertainment of an alien entity from beyond the stars, Rita Paris simply whispered, “I’m so sorry.”

No one noticed her fade from sight.