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Main Sim - Blob Science - Biology Lab

Posted June 29, 2022, 2:55 p.m. by Lieutenant Marlaa (Chief Counseling Officer) (Melissa Aragon)

Posted by Commodore Drudoc Andone (Commanding Officer) in Main Sim - Blob Science - Biology Lab
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The blob puppet alien turned now to look at Marlaa much the same as it had Belmont a moment before. Finally forming from its left hand the puppet generated what seemed a ‘cane’ of some sort which it used to lean on. “..You are forgiven for you lapse in societal customs. Though given the time it has taken for my own imprint to be called upon for such an interaction as this has been some time indeed, not to mention long overdue.” the puppet said. The blob it formed out of seemed to jiggle as if annoyed by the puppet’s response but otherwise said or did nothing. Using its right hand it seemed to casually adjust the blob formed clothes on its person as if appearances meant a lot to this puppet form. “..In this case though to answer your question, a name implies many things. A designation implies much more. For now you may call me Soth’qu. My designation or purpose is and was as a translator and diplomatic figure for the life form you stand before and float within..” Soth’qu said.

Sensing as if almost immediately the flurry of questions to come the man held up a single 6 digit and thumb hand. “..Let me answer your likely first question about myself as it is usually a common theme. I am but an imprint absorbed within the greater whole of this life form. As you hopefully by now have deduced it is a creature capable of absorbing both organic and technological materials both for food, learning, and many other purposes. While it may seem based upon my host you now contain in this barrier..” Soth’qu said tapping the forcefield. “..It is in actuality one life form as a whole. Before you ask while this life form is quite intelligent, and it is quite ancient in the grand scheme of temporal passage as you may perceive, it is at once quite young, and yet quite ancient at the same time in the present you perceive..” he said.

Just as the blob puppet finished speaking, the ship began to shutter slightly as if the whole ship or more accurately area of space was having a bad case of indigestion.

GM CockRoach

Curious and curiouser! V’alura kneeled down beside Marlaa to put her on eye level with the new alien puppeted by the blob. This is exactly what she had hoped for! A chance to communicate with the organism at large and possibly, hopefully peacefully talk their way towards a solution that suits all sides. “Thank you for taking the time to affirm those answers for us. And as Chief Science Officer of this ship I would like to apologize as well. For your containment, for the fighting we’ve brought and all the confusion and uncertainly we have caused you.”

She paused, then continued, “Time and again ships have unknowingly wandered into you and from our perspectives vanished without a trace. Are those ships like the Synthesis? Torn from their time and thrust into another? Or were the absorbed by you and lost forever? And is the Ark Angel, the ship you are on now, doomed to the same fate?” V’alura spoke with a perfectly steady voice, her expression determined but otherwise calm. Only the twitch in her right hand gave away her true feelings of uncertainty and worry.

Lt JG Belmont, CSO

Marlaa and the blob it was attached too seemed to pause in some way Belmont could not describe. It was almost like the blob and puppet were suddenly slapped by some unseen force that drew their attentions. Marlaa then spoke but not to the questions Belmont had asked, “..The Whole has become sick! It is from your space, your time and your physical reality that this has come to pass! The Whole is.....it is....fighting The Whole, we would be sick too but we are in here…” Marlaa said looking distressed and Belmont would be struck that going off its voice from before to now it was likely more that if the core blob in the containment field could speak this was a more close representation of its ‘voice’ rather then just a mimic of Marlaa’s and the others they had seen.

The blob in response reabsorbed Marlaa and clearly showed signs of distress, from its actions it could be described as being terrified, confused, anxious and the like.

GM CockRoach

Marlaa frowned and looked around a moment. Reaching to the table beside her, she grabbed a small glass container a couple inches high, able to contain about eight ounces of liquid. She did it, upside down, beside the creature. “To rest upon,” she murmured, hoping it would understand the concept of a chair like object to ease itself on.

“Is there a way for us and the other ship to be removed so we all can be removed from harm’s way? We honestly do feel bad about causing distress to you.” There was sadness to her voice and face. Knowing, now, that their presence, while an accident, was causing harm, truly bothered her.

Marlaa
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