A New Master

Posted on Wed Jun 6th, 2018 @ 3:11pm by Aewia Larani

Mission: Curing the Black Blood
Location: USS Hera
Timeline: During the ship-wide blackout

Aewia had been biding her time, communing with her panther in her quarters, remembering all the memories that had been implanted in her. All the old memories she'd had returned to her. She had so many of the Master's old memories. Nowhere near all of them, mind you, but enough of them to be reborn if he were to be defeated. He'd been killed a few times over the years.

She remembered those times.

She had been chosen.

Thus she had pretended to be the good little Aewia that everyone knew and loved. And she planned and she waited. They were going to cure them, they said. She wasn't going to let that happen. When they arrived at Danu's planet, she was going to put her plan into motion.

She would be the Master.

As the starfield outside her windows reverted to normal, she knew it wouldn't be long. A few minutes dragged by and she had her signal. The power went out. Her eyes glowed red, as did her panther's. It was time. The chaos in the others was ripe as well and they had already started their own tasks.

She could feel it because she was the Master now.

Standing, she stepped into the darkness.

Her first stop was to waste reclamation. There was a specimen there that she desired. Pointing, she sent her panther after two of the crew. As it made a meal of them, she silently headed for the third. The Rigelian. She needed his blood.

As he looked up at the sudden noises of her cat eating his friends, he saw Aewia's gaping face hole spreading wider than biologically possible with pointy razor sharp teeth hovering over him for a moment before snapping closed over his neck like a bear trap. As she drained him of his blood, her hair moved as if it had a life of its own, waving in the air and turning a blood red.

She was the Master now.

Finished drinking, she threw her head back, the blood still dripping down her chin, a satisfied sigh on her blood soaked lips. Scritching her panther's head tenderly, she grinned wickedly. This is what she had been craving. This is what she had been born for.

Again, she stepped into the darkness, this time revealing herself to a pair of engineers in an access junction near engineering. While her panther took down the Tellarite, Aewia sank her multitudinous fangs into the full blooded Vulcan without letting them so much as gasp for breath before she was draining them.

By this point, she could feel the blood filling her, coursing through her, changing her. It was making her stronger.

As she finished, she threw her head back, her hair having grown almost as long as her body by now. She took a moment to revel in the delightful feelings she was having as the blood coursed through her veins.

She was the Master now.

Tilting her head, she listened to the voices of the others with her blood. They were about done with their goals as well. If they didn't get away from here soon, their ancient enemy would catch them. She would not allow that to happen. Stepping into the darkness again, she came out this time near sickbay.

This time there was only one. Her panther watched as she sank her demonic teeth into the ship's chef. Everyone thought she was Vulcanoid Rigelian, but there was no fooling the Master's keen senses. Her blood was Romulan. As she drank deeply of the woman's blood, she could feel herself becoming more complete. She was becoming whole again.

She was now the Master Reborn.

Finishing her meal, she stood, her clothes flowing around her and being replaced with a more elegant and feminine version of the last thing that the Master wore on a regular basis. Her face had even shifted to resemble a cross between the Master and Aewia.

Grinning, she looked down at her panther. She was ready. Now she just needed a working ship.