A puzzle for the blue

Posted on Tue Nov 6th, 2018 @ 8:19am by Lieutenant Commander Thex sh'Zoarhi
Edited on on Fri Nov 9th, 2018 @ 1:16am

Mission: Escaped Pantheons
Location: Engineering

The workstation was quite even with the sift beat of some orion music going through the small room. One of the jars sat on the table on top of a rig built to work like the contraption down on the planet. From her console, Thex was hard at work her fingers running across the screen as she tried to make sense of the nineties. These things made the Borg look advanced yet nothing she could do made them move or even give her something to work with.

She leaned back in her chair trying to clear her head and give her a different angle to go at it. She had wondered about asking Hera for help, but given how long these had been broken she had no idea how to fix them either. She was clearly no Hephaestus. Rather ironic that the goddess of motherhood had thrown her own deformed son off a cliff.

The andorian stood up as she ran her hands through her hair as she made the way to engineering replicator. Soon a cold drink was back in her seat. Time to think of some other ideas.

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Her feet stood upon a cold stone floor as the wind flowed through the dark chamber. Her thin outfit blew in the wind as fires began to light bathing the room in bright burning light.

Before her antenna had even detected the vibration her body was moving to the music. Her hips, legs and arms moving to the rhythm apparently without even needing her to move them.

She moved so fast she could barely catch glimpses of the others standing in the chamber. Andorians wearing masks of what could only be described as things to horrific for a mortal mind to describe surrounded her standing deadly silent.

The music quickened and the drumming beat got stronger and her movement got stronger and stronger. She was losing sight of the crowd as she began to work herself into a frenzy. Her heart was pumping faster and faster as the music began to blur until with a flash both the music and torches vanished.

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Thex eyes shot open as she snapped back to reality. That had been by far the most bizarre dream she had had in a long time. True she'd had dreams of dancing before, but something about that was frightening. The mask and dead silence of the andorians sent a shiver through the andorians spine

Rising from her desk she did her best to rub her eyes clear as she looked at the data in front of her. No real change. The nanites were still repairing the armour, yet it was at such a slow pace it was hardly worth noting.

Standing up the blue chief engineer left the computer running setting it alert her if anything happened. She needed a shower and something to eat.