Troperia Lounge/Kitchen:
<Tekii: "It is probably nothing, but I would still be alert if I were you."> Torvahk warned in a way that was more threatening than he intended it to be. After he finished his food Torvahk got up to offer Mitch the remaining third that he saved specifically for him, only to realize that Mitch had left to wherever. While he initially planned to simply put the leftovers away back in the fridge, Torvahk noticed that he had somehow not noticed Mireille and her friend that as far as Torvahk could tell looked like a younger version of the human aliens that lived aboard the ship.
Deciding to demonstrate what little he knew of the crew's shared language, Torvahk carefully approached Mireille, not even sure why he bothered being careful about his approach before struggling to say both due to his limits on the English language and a subconscious sense of basic nervousness, "Hello...this you want..?" Torvahk began, offering his leftover homemade fish sticks that were still fresh to try and fill in the gaps he couldn't say verbally.
Living The Fever DreamAlexander Station
Docking Bay - outside the Troperia
"Thank you," the figure says to Rakiri, then nods at the other two. "Sorry to leave so soon, but I need to go."
He then climbs into the hatch and rushes past whoever may be in there, sprinting through the Troperia.
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Christopher's "Room"
"Awwww, how'd you guess?" Christopher questions before giggling a little bit. "I wanted to make it for the Captain, say thank you for taking me." He continues, his huge infectious smile on his face.Running over onto the bed and jumping or trying to up, more scrambling up after, knocking a few crayons to the side. "Captain think of the crew as one big family but everyone from different places. Then the tree will help people grow stronger like a tree does! So maybe with it everyone can work togeather more like a family." He responds in a another giggle which perhaps showed far more wisdom than the small child should have behind his childish talk. Mysteriously to Merrick, him holding the flag in his hands right now after climbing up, its changed like its finished now and impossible to tell it was drawn by a child or with crayons.
He tilts his head, the smile infectiously beaming towards Merrick. "Yeah... A little. The guard only got me a bit of chocolate that was really really nice before I left."
Lounge
Kyerine nodded and smiled to Mirielle. "Yeah it really good! Ky-" He pauses as Torvahk approaches, not looking cautious but looking a little surprised. "Oh hi Mr urm.... I don't know if i'm allowed...?" He responds looking back to the Doctor. A tinge of not fear but caution on him right now, not knowing anything about Torvahk who for him mysteriously just appeared out of nowhere.Michael seems a little off-put but the statement made to him. Being alert and all... Michael never seeked trouble, and this just seemed worse. He already had himself mysteriously waking up somewhere he didn't know... With the he pulls out his tablet and begins to look around the Cameras, its videos and the ships logs, maybe thinking their could be an intruder who caused it.
Hangar
Blake wanted to question what he saw... He'd do that later though, just let himself get examined right now which well... Saying he was injured by this is a bit of an understatement, his body is fried and all that energy rampaging did one hell of a number of his body overall. No particular part being badly hurt but as a communal of everywhere being bombarded, it might take him a while to get back to full strength."Yes and no..." He responds, taking a few moments to get some kind of semblance of the last whiles events. "I flooded myself with psionic energy matching his signature and biokeneticly adjusted my physiology to account for the differences in our epigenetic gene sequence to handle his power flow..." He gives the theory to Mitch.
"Problem was... Well... Even with my adjustments and containment... While Matt's average overall output isn't that high his full power limit really is... Like say, I don't know nuclear striked a spacestation once because he lost total control high. Not that I was hoping to gather that much, nowhere near." He continues giving a idea of the issues involved with his project before moving onto the conclusion.
"Missions true objective was a partial success however... I have a way into Haven, kinda. I can replicate his energies enough on the Nexus core to force a way inside, for short time at least... You didn't think this was just some powerplay did you? I know my biokenetics are only temporary... I cant hold a candle up to you, or Dominic, or really anyone let alone my little pintsized walking bomb of a brother." He smirks at the end, trying to release the pain entering his system with humor.
Arboretum
Matthew blinked in confusion seeing both the scene and the blood on his hand. "Seriously..? That charge up here was to just lay down...?" Matthew responds in confusion before falling back himself onto the grass, looking up at his blood covered hand a little concerned."I thought you were gonna hurt someone... You kinda crushed the Captain already." He responds, concerned for everyone else's safety.
edited 10th Oct '16 9:57:34 PM by darkdestinysoul
"After time adrift among open stars, along tides of light and through shoals of dust, I will return to where I began."Alexander, Docking Area
Sha'Koro only shrugged "Its... complicated."
Troperia, Lounge
Mireille looked to Torvahk taking one of the fishsticks with a warm smile before looking to Kyerine, considering by now she was basically his caretaker she figured at some point she'd have to teach him to not just take things from strangers... considering his current reaction she did't think that'd be too hard... but currently she was with him and all people she had met here seemed quite friendly, so she only gave a happy nod "I know you want to take some, feel free~" She pointed to the noodles, pesto and meat "You want to have a bit as well?"
edited 10th Oct '16 11:16:45 PM by Sergey_Smirnov
"One may feel fear in the face of danger so long as one banishes fear when danger actually arrives"Troperia
Arboretum
"...Yes, I probably should apologize for that. I was at the complete mercy of my bestial instincts, I'm afraid. When I deny them...they have a tendency to...slip out. The Beast Booster was the last little push they needed, it seems..." He answers, looking slightly embarrassed. "...That said, I apologize for my antics...I'm doing my best to keep myself in control, but even that is taking much effort. The endorphins my Essence is currently producing are subduing my instincts enough for me to talk to you, but...I can feel them continuing to make their way back to the surface..."
Alexander
Docking Bay - Outside the Troperia
"...Huh. Well, glad you're alright, anyways." He looks back at the figure, in time to see them running inside. "...The hell's he in such a hurry for?" He says before stepping inside.
Food Court
Amos sighs. "I know...And he doesn't even know about what happened to me, so he didn't even realize what he was causing...and that just makes me kicking him like I did worse...ugh...I'm such an idiot..." He says, still clearly beating himself up about it.
He looks over at Russell. "Russell, it's not...Huh? Are...you ok? Are you having trouble walking...?"
Old habits die hard, especially when no one else lets them die either.Alexander station
Food Court
Russell shake's his head in response. "I-I'm fine.. M-My watch has just gone a little haywire. The infrasound is just making me a little dizzy is all..." He shakes his head again, though he clearly was being bothered more than he wanted to admit right now. Between his off balance and how pale he looked."Don't worry about me! Its not your fault! I couldn't control hitting you last night. He needs to learn personal space and- ack... Its not okay, and its not your fault!" Russell tries to convince Amos, as passionate as the disorientated and sickened kid can be.
"Please, Amos, get u-up!" He finishes, clearly hating to see Amos like this.
edited 11th Oct '16 6:22:52 AM by darkdestinysoul
"After time adrift among open stars, along tides of light and through shoals of dust, I will return to where I began."Troperia Lounge:
While Torvahk would understand almost nothing that was said, he was able to infer what was being offered. Though Torvahk was about to grab food samples by hand, he remembered just how improper that would be since his people had table manners of their own, and tried to handle a fork before sampling the noodles, pesto, and meat. It was...surprisingly pleasant to say the least. Though the pesto would prove to be stronger than Torvahk expected, as evidenced by him coughing for a few moments, he would find the noodles rather pleasant...but wasn't sure what to think of the meat. He normally loved just about any meat dish, but something about this particular food seemed...off to Torvahk. Maybe it was just because it was yet another dish derived from an animal Torvahk was unfamiliar with, but it was very new to say the least.
"Thank...you." Torvahk struggled to reply, his mind still unable to get over how the syntax of the English language worked. While he wanted to say much more than that, Torvahk struggled so badly with his ignorance of the English language that one might have noticed his desire and inability to speak. He would end up mixing languages as he then asked Mireille while pointing to Kyerine, "Talluk (friend) yours?"
Living The Fever Dream[Troperia Airlock]
Silas inclined his head.
"I should remain aware for now, to ensure that I need take no further action, but I believe Bexahn should finish my task for me." He inhaled deeply.
"Relinquishing control," he murmured, and collapsed into a heap on the airlock floor.
[Deep Space—Aboard the Ardor]
Andris read Bexahn's message. Vis eyes unfocused and refocused as ve dipped into and back out of the Probability Trance.
Ve opened vis mouth to give a command to the ship, but hesitated.
Vis eyes unfocused once more, for a few more seconds this time. Refocused.
There was no question that the message was a farce. In all probability, Bexahn was already dead. Ve knew enough about Silas to know that he—or a part of him—had been... activated. The only question now was one of survival. What was the path? The two ships' current courses would have them meeting in forty-three seconds. Ultimately, ve couldn't know exactly how well Silas would anticipate vis evasive maneuvers. The correct path, then, was not to take any evasive maneuvers. Ve might be overestimating Silas, but the only thing ve knew Silas couldn't predict would be random action. And in any case, overestimating an enemy was preferable to underestimating them.
"Course correction," ve said. "On the command 'Initiate', raise pitch thirty degrees, then randomize thrust vectors for the next hundred seconds. Begin TFFP firing cycle and lock onto the Certum. In the event that the Certum comes within one kilometer, open fire. Otherwise, after one hundred seconds, resume course for Alexander Station and dispatch a remote drone to board the Certum. Initiate."
Vis strategy set in motion, ve sat back and watched vis control panel. It was time to see if a Prime could outsmart... whatever Silas was.
the Troperia
Lounge
Kyerine nods to Mirielle and takes some of the fish-sticks, putting some on her plate first. it was only right to share after all. Then he will look and eat them, not entirely sure how he liked it. Fish hadn't been something he had much of before and all of that was pretty much samon with fancy sauses.... It was a conflicted look, not entirely sure as he chewed on it. He ignored what Torvohk said to Mirielle , he didn't understand it.Michael as he is scrolling through Camera logs eventually finds the one of Toraq's room and a certain dance... 3... 2... 1... He burst out in absolute laughter from the over side of the Longue, not that loud since well Michael isn't the loudest person but loud enough the others hear it.
After a few moments he calms and translates for Mirielle. "He was asking if Kyerine is a friend of yours."
edited 11th Oct '16 1:52:16 PM by darkdestinysoul
"After time adrift among open stars, along tides of light and through shoals of dust, I will return to where I began."Just a note, Andris is still waiting on a response from Alexander Station and from the Troperia about docking with the Station and boarding the Troperia. But now that ve's had to evade an assassination attempt, ve's going to attempt to board the Troperia whether ve gets permission or not.
[Deep Space—Aboard the Ardor]
Andris's ship jerked and bucked unpredictably—which was exactly the point, after all—but settled into vis pilot's cradle within the inertial dampening field cast over the ship, ve felt none of the motion. Ve impassively watched the readouts on vis console.
In an instant, it was over—the Certum flashed out of the darkness of space, and Andris noted with satisfaction that the ship had adjusted its course as if to respond to the precise correction Andris had almost made—Silas had anticipated the maneuver Andris would have made. Ve'd made the right call, giving up control and leaving it to a random number generator.
The Certum continued accelerating for several million meters, then its thrusters cut out and the ship simply continued on its course. Left to its own devices, it would likely drift indefinitely; Silas hadn't programmed it to make any further corrections, since he'd intended it to explode by now.
Right on cue, the Ardor stopped its wild bucking, and corrected to head directly for Alexander Station. There was a soft kerchunk as a drone bay opened and a tiny robot was ejected from the Ardor into the void of space. A few seconds passed, and the little drone blinked to life. It whirled and took off in the direction of the Certum.
[Deep Space—Aboard the Certum]
Andris's drone affixed itself gingerly to the outer hull of the Certum. For several minutes, it simply monitored. Andris controlled it remotely.
First, and unsurprisingly, there were no signs of life inside. No motion, no sound, and only a fading residual body heat from the corpse on the bridge. The drone recorded everything it could detect about the status of the ship before picking its way to the hatch on the underside of the ship. It interfaced with the ship's computer, which obligingly opened the hatch. The drone crawled in, closed the hatch behind it. It didn't bother to cycle the airlock; the partial depressurization that would occur when the inner door opened wasn't going to hurt Bexahn at this point. The worst it would do would be to rustle up loose items, but on the bridge of a Prime's ship, there would be no loose items.
Before entering the ship proper, though, it interfaced again with the ship's computer and waited while Andris considered the readout.
The ship was certainly rigged to detonate. Silas would know that there was a chance his quarry would know the ship was an assassination attempt. And he would know that there was a chance ve would successfully evade the suicide bomber. And he would know that Andris would investigate. A Prime never relied on a single plan, and Silas was at least as canny as a Prime.
All Andris needed was to figure out how the explosion would be triggered. Unfortunately, ve couldn't see any obvious signs. Most likely, the engine's fusion reactors would have been modified to initiate a runaway reaction, but that was probably something deep in the ship's computer. Would it be as simple as tying it to the inner airlock hatch? Not likely, ve realized. Silas would want ver inside the ship, locked in, as close to the detonation as possible.
The little drone beeped, and the inner hatch opened. There was a muffled rush of air into the airlock that would have deafened a human, and then the drone crawled up onto the bridge.
As expected, Bexahn's head lolled over the headrest of the pilot's cradle. She was strapped in, but her hands drifted above the cradle's arm rests. The artificial gravity had been disabled. Perfectly spherical droplets of blood hovered throughout the bridge. The drone kicked off the floor and used its secondary thrusters to float around to the front of the bridge. Bexahn's neck had been crushed, and her face was a bloody mess, her nose smashed. With his left hand, judging by placement of the bruises, Silas had crushed Bexahn's throat. With his right, he had punched or struck her face, snapping her neck and—Andris confirmed with a brief X-ray—driving her nasal cartilege up into her brain. The entire murder had taken less than a second.
The console beeped. Andris noted idly that it had been exactly fifteen seconds since the inner hatch had opened. Silas had set a timer.
"I've missed you," Silas's voice emerged from the console, but it wasn't really Silas. The thing speaking with his voice had made a passable effort to imitate his tones and inflections, but Andris had loved him for a year; ve doubted even a true Prime would be able to fool ver, let alone this monster. "Thanks for coming, Andris. I'll see you soon."
The feed from the drone cut off.
[Deep Space—Aboard the Ardor]
On vis console, Andris watched the nuclear explosion spread out from the epicenter of Bexahn's ship.
A Prime had been murdered. Probably two, judging by the transmission Andris had intercepted earlier. Whatever else happened, Andris was now duty-bound to eliminate the thing that had committed the murders.
Hopefully... Ve suppressed the thought. There was no "hope" involved. If ve could excise the thing from Silas, eliminate it without harming him, ve would do that. If not...
Ve couldn't quite bring visself to actually think the words.
edited 11th Oct '16 12:27:50 PM by SolipSchism
All good, I didn't really know who would be replying for the Troperia anyway. I think MrJikoui will be replying for the Station since he did it last time (when Bexahn requested permission to dock), but it can work even without permission... although people might get upset if Andris comes charging up and docks without permission, and ve absolutely will. :p
Alexander, Docking Area
Sha'Koro gave a short nod to Aicha before he hushed in too.
Troperia, Lounge
Mireille had to chuckle a little at Kyerine, giving him a little smile. She watched him as he ate the fish. "Does it taste good?" She ate a bit of her own portion... it indeed was good. Hearing the translation she gave a warm smile "Well... he is my lab assistant, so yes, I care about him quite a lot... I teach him... and hh is quite adept at teaching me too~" She turned to him "Isn't that right Kyerine?" She gave another smile.
"One may feel fear in the face of danger so long as one banishes fear when danger actually arrives"The Troperia
Bridge
The mysterious figure runs swiftly throughout the ship, headed straight for the bridge. Once there, he stops, staring vacantly at the controls.
"Gee, maybe you should've made sure you know how to drive a ship before trying to hijack one, you idiot," he mutters to himself.
He turns to face the others after they've caught up. "Say." he asks, clearing his throat, "Where is the, um, the captain?"
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Longue
Kyerine giggles and nods to Mireille. "Yeah! Dr Mireille teaches me lots of stuff about people and animals and plants. I try to teach her what I know at the same time!" He responds happy to called her assistant, feeling like he was doing some good work. "Not sure if I like this fish or not..." He responds, perhaps finding the first thing he didn't like to eat. Terran Cod.Michael translates all of it back and fourth for both Torvhok and the others idly, stuttering and screwing up on his common tongue in person as usual. Nerves are still a bit jittery for him.
Peering through the cameras in the meantime. Rather concerned by some of the things he was seeing till he notices a broadcast sent to the ship he missed from Prime Andris. Idly typing up a message in response as he did his other stuff.
You are welcome aboard the Troperia Prime Andris, note the crew and vessel are somewhat occupied at the moment. Once you have landed please feel free to come aboard the vessel, please be aware all actions aboard the vessel are monitored. I apologize for the delay. ~Communication officer: Micheal Sitiona
Then a certain, badly programmed push notification from the bridge shows up, informing him to check its cameras and control panels.
Bridge
A camera suddenly lights up and turns towards the figure. "This is communications officer Michael Sitona speaking, the Captain is currently in med bay i'm afraid. Welcome to the ship, who might your name be?" A young male voice echoes over the comms.edited 11th Oct '16 2:56:46 PM by darkdestinysoul
"After time adrift among open stars, along tides of light and through shoals of dust, I will return to where I began."The Troperia
Bridge
"Shit, they found me."
The figure looks around quickly, and, spotting his inquisitor, looks up to face the camera. With his hood's shadow now not covering it, only the bottom half of his face can be seen.
"Why is he in the med bay? Is he injured?" Is it still the same captain from before? The figure wonders if he's changed any now that he's had a couple months of experience. He probably has.
"As for my name.... I'd rather not use my true name until my- uh, her homeworld is restored. For now, you can call me..... Afterwards."
she magnificent my bastard till i complete on her monster[Troperia Lounge]
Almost immediately, a reply arrived on Michael's console:
Thank you.
If Silas Kristensen is currently aboard your ship, I highly recommend keeping him securely restrained. I have reason to believe he is under the influence of a hostile entity that has compelled him to commit at least two murders, and attempt to assassinate me as well. To be clear, I do not believe him to be personally responsible for these actions. However, until the situation is clarified, he poses a potential threat.
I will arrive shortly but am still awaiting permission from Alexander Station to dock. Considering the urgency of the situation, I intend to dock whether or not I receive permission.
Please do not inform Silas that I am en route, or that you are aware of what I have told you. He is at least as capable of violence and subversion as a Prime, and I do not wish to make him hostile toward your crew.
[Alexander Station Comms Relay]
A second message from Andris arrived, this one much more forceful than the first:
This is a repeat of my previous request to dock in order to board the Troperia. This request is urgent. I must inform you that due to the urgency of the situation, I intend to dock with or without your permission. Please respond. Thank you.
The message stopped short of actually making a threat, but the message was clear: The Prime wasn't asking permission to dock, ve was simply stating that ve was going to dock. What ve was requesting was that the Station not make ver shoot anyone in order to do it.
Troperia
Arboretum
"Is there a chance you could attack someone when you're fully bestial?" Dominic asks Tor, getting closer and experimentally scratching the back of his ear. "How long does this last?"
Hangar
Mitch is taken aback when Blake mentions just how powerful Matthew is at his limit, among the other things. "That's... uh, wow. You could've told me; I would've made sure you don't nearly blow up the hangar and injure yourself." He thinks for a moment before continuing. "You mentioned biological powers? Think you can use some of my biomass to heal yourself? Don't worry, I can regenerate very quickly." He gets up and looks for some spare clothes, then takes a set and gives them to Blake.
"Given that you could handle this much energy, even if only for a short time, I'd say you're probably better than me." He says with a smile, but he seems to be holding something back.
As long as I don't use my entire capacity myself, that is- Blake should be able to hear this, though the broadcast is interrupted just as it's finished as Mitch seems to unconsciously lock his telepathy again.
Alexander
Food Court
"Hey, don't talk about him like that." Peter says to Russell, looking somewhat annoyed as he eats his rice bowl.
"It was a misunderstanding. I don't think it's anybody's fault, but yeah, this could've been avoided." He says to Amos. "Are you alright now? We were going to get those haircuts. Plus," He conjures the boxes of food he stored earlier, stacked on top of another ice tray. "It'd be a shame to waste this."
edited 12th Oct '16 11:35:03 PM by AqueousBunnies
Zevai is monitoring scanners and communications.
Nuclear explosions: Not subtle.
Nuclear explosions: Worrisome.
Random person on the bridge: Sort of par for the course, here, apparently.
Zevai frowned, masking a rather large amount of concern with a mild amount of concern. She flicks a switch, broadcasting a message to the ship. "To any whom it may concern, which should be everyone, there was just a nuclear explosion far to close for comfort."
edited 11th Oct '16 9:37:38 PM by Izshta
All are significantly abnormal in a normal world... All are significantly normal in an abnormal world.@Aqueous Bunnies Solly's post, final paragraph https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/posts.php?discussion=14547905030A56208200&page=260#6485
the Troperia
Arboretum
Matthew had gone quiet, just staring at his hand with the blood on it intently before sniffling and wiping his nose with his shirt, revealing more blood. His nose still bleeding. He frowned slightly but at the same time he had this odd, intrigue, lust, internal fire brew seeing the blood for some reason which he couldn't place.Hangar
"Sorry to burst you bubble... I didn't handle it. Nor did I get even to a fraction of Matt's power myself, I way underestimated the flow created by his biology... The only reason I wasn't incinerated was by projecting a weak barrier using the same energy cooking me... I can't even naturally manage telepathy for that long like you can." Blake responds, knowing his survival was more or less a fluke or maybe a act of willpower. He couldn't handle a round two of this."... For the experiment itself, yeah I could have said something or gotten someone to watch and be ready to pull the plug when I started overloading... Just... This is my fight. It has always been and I will fix this, one way or another." His passion burning strongly.
"For fixing my wreck of a body..? I could. I've gotten good at siphoning others power but we're gonna be here a while...".
Bridge
"The captain is currently out of action at the second, minor... Berserk feline based concussion. Is there something you need?" Michaels young voice continues to echo over the comm to the individual on the bridge, with a barely recognizable tone of suspicion.The camera turning to Zevai. "..Yeah we could perhaps be concerned but... With the others off ship we can't do anything about it and it is the stations duty to respond..." Michael hesitates, new arrivals a thing he knows how to handle, nuclear explosions not soo much.. "...think I should remote activate the ships shielding just encase?" He questions over the camera to Zevai.
Also the Troperia itself will get the message from Ardor forwarded to it, so it knows how to respond to Silas should they reactivate.
edited 12th Oct '16 8:47:32 AM by darkdestinysoul
"After time adrift among open stars, along tides of light and through shoals of dust, I will return to where I began."Troperia Lounge:
While Torvahk initially had nothing to say and didn't understand most of what Mireille said, the fact that Michael was taking the effort to play the role of translator put Torvahk's mind at ease, who at this point didn't even bother trying to speak in his painfully limited grasp of the English language as he replied in Tekki: "So you are both scientists, interesting. I'm sure both of you individually are smarter than I am, and if your minds were put together...I can't even imagine what that would be like." Torvahk would take the time to put away whatever leftovers were present (if any) before returning.
Living The Fever Dream

Airlock
Once inside, Troperia addresses the entity 'piloting' Silas, Time for you to return to dormancy,then? I take it Silas will recall exactly none of this?To Godsgift, Troperia responds, That's worrisome...we'll have to keep a closer eye on him. Just in case. I would have felt better if I could have conferred with Bexahn again before she left...
Hangar
DIVERTING POWER, PLEASE STAND BYThe lights flicker and go out momentarily, quickly followed by the emergency lighting coming on and an electric blue glow from an improvised stasis field that has formed around the potentially explosive materials.Alley
Chris simply rubs Amos' back, "Just so you know...I don't think Rakiri actually meant anything by it...from what I know of Echirean culture, they don't really have much of a stigma about nudity...or personal space...though I could try talking to him about it later, or at least accompany you, if you'd rather do it...if you're not comfortable around him. It's more than understandable if you're not ready any time soon. I'm just putting it out there. We're here for you, it'll be ok."Restricted Access
Lex sighs, mumbling a vague agreement with Val's final statement, "For the record, I was born in the post-war population boom. And I view the lengths my predecessors went to with as much disdain and regret as past humans viewed the use of nuclear weaponry, and that is a common stance among the Kirina..with...perhaps an exception or two..." she mumbles the last part, looking down in shame.Christopher's Room
Merrick giggles and sits on the edge of Christopher's bed, humming ponderously, "Hmm... tricky, tricky... it wouldn't happen to be for the ship would it? Also, are you hungry?"edited 10th Oct '16 8:42:44 PM by GhostElm