Working at Home

Posted on Sat Dec 29th, 2018 @ 2:29pm by Captain Enalia Telvan & Maica III 47

Mission: Escaped Pantheons
Location: Captain's Quarters
Timeline: 2395

After the past few hours, Enalia was only sure of one thing. This whole worldship mess was the cause of a lot of messes in the galaxy and this Log'yerm/// fellow, whether he knew it or not, was directly or indirectly the cause of those messes.

Having returned to her quarters for now, she sank into her office chair behind her desk and stared out the windows at the worldship hull in front of the USS Hera, letting out a miserable sigh. This was certainly another mess of a conundrum that they had gotten involved with.

Then she noticed a blinking message light on one of her desk terminals.

The one from the main computer.

Activating the message, she looked over the report from the energy being that lived within the Hera itself. It had consumed something that had tried invading the ship to protect itself called 'The One'. It was decidedly a one sided battle once the core was breached, from the looks of it. After all, when you're pitting one energy being against another, the one with home field advantage generally wins - especially when that one is...

Shivering slightly, Enalia shook off the thoughts her mind was leading her down. It didn't matter. That thing kept her ship safe and the pact kept it under control. That's all that mattered. Closing the report, she pulled up another file system. One used for contacting the Asgardian peoples in emergencies. She didn't expect to get a signal out through the storm raging around the worldship, but it was worth a try at least. If nothing else, maybe she could at least get a message out to those two raven girls.

Tapping in a quick message, the spotted captain fired it off, the comm relays sending it out through the shield grid and deleting any trace of the transmission, just like a good intel ship system should.

To Thor of the Asgardian peoples. We have found the source of the disturbances. Recommend staying away at all costs. Hera has been summoned to our location. We have her in custody. -Telvan

Leaning back in her chair again, Enalia rubbed her eyes as she waited for a success or failure message.

After a few minutes Maica came in, dressed in one of her masseuse outfits. "Welcome home, my love. You look like your day has been pretty stressful. Coffee or tea?"

"Coffee, please. And do we still have some of those lemon squares?" Enalia couldn't help but perk up at the sight of the love of her life. It was like a ray of sunshine had just walked into the room and all the rain clouds hanging over her had just been cleared away.

Maica smiled that smile she reserved just for her wife. "We have two left. Wait just a moment and I'll have them and some nice coffee ready for you." Leaning in, she gave Enalia a soft kiss before heading off to the kitchenette, humming softly as she did so.

"I know we normally don't talk about work with each other... But these locals..." Enalia looked up with a sudden flash of realization. "We don't know what they're called. Do they not have a name for themselves? Are they really just artificially created beings in a fish tank made for the enjoyment of a multidimensional alien?"

Coming back from the kitchenette with a mug of coffee and a saucer with the two lemon squares, Maica hummed a bit as she set them in front of Enalia. "If that's true, would they still not still be as sentient as anyone aboard the Hera? They're the ones summoning the extra dimensional aliens formerly known as gods to many cultures across the galaxy, right? That indicates will beyond their creator's own."

"I have to agree." A look of consternation crossed Enalia's face. "But then if this being stops willing them to exist... Do they cease to be? Or will they continue to exist? Are they a simulation of what once was? Are they closer in terms to you? Or more of a holodeck simulation of the past? I think we've stumbled into a very delicate moral dilemma here. Our scans indicated that everything there was pure construct and the history that we uncovered, thanks to the Commodore, indicates that it's been essentially repeating for over a million years. There are no children or elderly that we've seen. Everything about their civilization points to it being more of a programmed simulation than a collection of free wills... But I still can't help but wonder."

"Computer, collate all the scans we have of the worldship and people we have so far and begin an in depth scan of the locals. I want to know exactly what they are." Enalia waited a few moments as the computer chirruped and data started scrolling across her screen. "Compare this data to past data and extrapolate." Again, more processing chirrups.

After a few minutes, the scans were complete enough to have a clear enough picture that the computer started spitting out results and Enalia could only shake her head in exasperation as she could barely believe what she was reading.

These people... This explained everything...

Deep in the worldship were stored nearly twelve billion of them. The ones moving around ran on nothing but sugar and energy.

These weren't people.

These were living dolls.

Dolls in a fish tank.

This extra-dimensional being was watching them go about their 'lives' like Federation citizens would watch fish in an aquarium. the problem was that these dolls were trying to break out and become something more now. They were summoning dangerous things into this galaxy and causing harm to people outside of their tank and their 'keeper' didn't seem to care much. He just wanted to keep watching them like some pet owner thinking they're doing something cute.

Now Enalia faced a real problem. How would they convince this being or the dolls that what they were doing was harmful enough to the galaxy as a whole that they had to stop and actually get them to stop?

Sipping at her coffee, Enalia groaned as the realization of what she really had to do hit her. There were several thousand other powerful alien entities aboard that worldship that had been summoned that also would likely not take too kindly to what the crew of the USS Hera would have to do as well.

This was why she was here. To do a job no one else could do.

 

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