Posted by Captain Arialla Bovar (Captain) in Captain’s Mess with Guests
Posted by Commander T’Leia (Executive Officer) in Captain’s Mess with Guests
Posted by Lieutenant Wulf Baumann (Armory Chief) in Captain’s Mess with Guests
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Bane did enter then answered. His gaze took him to his left arm that he held out, bent at the elbow. It looked like it essentially dissolved into a dark gritty gas before reforming. “All matter is made up of small elements with mostly space in between. Taking this form is only slightly different from the natural form that is .. formless?”
Alison nodded as she listened to Bane. Somehow this race had come up with a way to change how much space their body took up, spreading out themselves into a fine mist, or probably able to make themselves very dense. That made sense on how they were able to get through the hull, but she was surprised that the hull plating hadn’t disrupted the link that still connected the cells of their body.
As Bane entered, she would nod to T’Leia and hope the woman understood to keep her guard up. This dual meeting was becoming a bit less ‘fun and unique’ and more ‘confusing and troublesome’. Part of her wished she had remained a mere scientist instead of a Commanding Officer. But then her brain kicked in and she chided herself. This was what she had hoped for. A chance to do all the things a ‘mere scientist’ couldn’t. And here she was!
T’Leia nodded subtly back to the CO, catching her warning glance. She was uneasy as it was with these beings and more concerned by Stovik’s silence as well. She had the feeling that Stovik was finding these beings just as disconcerting.
Stovik stopped and stood slightly behind T’Leia who took a seat at the table, it looked as if he was keeping himself slightly separate from the proceedings as he continued contact with the Arrha.
“Please… have a seat. We do find sitting more ‘comfortable’ than standing and walking.” She smiled and offered one of the seats at the table to her guest.
Capt Ari Bovar
Baumann waited until everyone was seated before he took his own seat near the door.
Bane examined the chair as if trying to fathom the use then sat down. As there were others seated on the bridge, it was ‘logical’ to consider that he had learned that way. “We are an old race. Long ago we .. explored. So much of the galaxy was evolving at the time. And you are, I understand, the product of this evolution?”
‘Product of this evolution....’ This race was long lived enough to consider time in evolutions? That was a bit daunting. What was more daunting was the possibility that this particular entity was long enough lived to be speaking of himself.
T’Leia’s brow raised at this surprising statement and question. If this species had not evolved, what had they done?
“Are you saying that you were here before this evolution, and watched it?” She couldn’t help asking.
As T’Leia voiced her own surprise first, Ari merely sat down and waited to hear the answer. She glanced at the NE cook who stepped in and waved him off with a murmur to stand by for her comm.
Capt Ari Bovar
Alison sat back speechless as she listened. If these aliens were that old, how much had they seen? What sort of secrets could they reveal of the beginnings of the universe, and maybe even of their own past.
Ltjg Barr - CSO
Not wanting to be rude, but already guessing the answer, Ari turned to their guest. “Is there anything you desire for food or drink? If your species consumes anything that way, I mean.” It was obvious she was trying to be polite but also unsure how to do so when all the normal protocols went out the proverbial window.
Capt Ari Bovar
Baumann remained quiet as the conversation took place. He was concerned about how to keep the ship and crew safe should the dialogue turn… hostile.
Alison couldn’t stop thinking of the different possibilities of what could be done with a power like that, to change ones density. Especially when you could slip between the atoms of a completely solid object. She wasn’t even sure if this was possible, but here it was, proof right before her. She wondered if it would be possible to get a closer look at their visitor and their technology. It would be an amazing opportunity.
Ltjg Barr - CSO
The scientist side of her had a plethora of questions just dieing to be answered. Unfortunately, the Captain side of her had to consider diplomacy.
As she waited to hear what her guest’s possible request might be, she wondered at another question. Not realizing she hadn’t gotten her first answer, she piped up with her second question. “Are you familiar with the ship and species of our bow? They have asked for help. We could use your aid in figuring out how we may help them.”
She was trying to convey their desire to help with their ability to ask for it, themselves. Ari was pretty sure there were species out there that either wouldn’t help another, thinking them weak, not all for help, for fear of being seen weak. Humans, it at least Ari, was strong enough to do both.
Capt Ari Bovar
Baumann didn’t know much about stellar cartography, but he was smart enough to know that the sudden appearance of one unknown alien vessel while assisting another unknown alien vessel and having the two not be related was… improbable… to say the least.
T’Leia glanced back at Stovik who gave her a slight shake of his head, indicating he had no other information to give her as he had had no further contact with the counterpart to this species. She turned back to the table and studied their ‘guest’ again.
Bane had taken a seat and was looking from one to the other of the crew about him. He appeared to take more of an interest in Stovik and T’Leia, and whenever he focused on them both Vulcans could feel a kind of whispering buzzing in their mind. When he looked away it stopped.
The Captain did garner his interest when she mentioned the other ship. “We are familiar with them. Long ago they were a warring nation. Dictators. Brutal. Expansionist in nature. Cruel beyond all imagination. And, not of this dimension but from another. An alternate universe. By some stroke of luck they never developed here - or, if they did, in this universe they did not last. What I know is almost folklore now. And the story of many a similar tale of those who stood up to them in a great alliance. They were pushed back and on the eve of victory these .. the ones who have said they are the Arryha, broke through to this universe. Only some were able to follow - caught in the wake of the power transfer to come here - and in the final battle these suns you see about you were devastated and the planets ruined, the way back closed. The last remains of these dictators were captured and sealed in the pod that you have discovered. We, the Qeebain, are the remnants of those who were stranded in your universe.”
“We draw sustenance from the space around us. The air you call it. On our vessel it is part of our .. atmosphere. Your offer is met with thanks, however, it is not necessary.”
They drew sustenance from the space around them??? Alison was more then intrigued. They didn’t need any particular intake, but they survived on what was around them, and they were from a different universe. She wondered how long they could exist in our universe, it had obviously been a while so far. Maybe their ship acted as a filter for them, converting our universe it something that was tolerable to them.
Ltjg Barr - CSO
Bane looked at Barr. Did he know what she was thinking? Or just taking in cues. “I will explain. You take in sustenance from the outside. As do we. Our normal state is not solid. Solids take in solids. We are more .. gaseous, as you would call us. We absorb it differently.”
Alison blinked, he was talking directly at her, could he read her mind…
While the others spoke, T’Leia noted the buzzing in her mind when Bane looked at her but her psi level was no where as developed as Stovik’s. She needed touch to initiate any contact with another mind. Stovik, on the other hand had a higher psi quotient. Upon meeting Bane’s eyes he psychically attempted to make contact again. Were their abilities on a different level as their physical was?
Stovik found a kind of buzzing in his mind. One person or many speaking, or perhaps just a wash of telepathic energy. One thing he did sense was at one moment in this ‘buzz’ it cut out abruptly and a single word coming through ‘Lies!!’ before the buzz reappeared.
Stovik frowned and tried to concentrate more on where the buzzing was coming from. Due to the word ‘Lies’ that had eventually come through he deduced that it was more then likely from the aliens that were trapped. Why lies? What is your side of the story? He sent telepathically to the voices.
Baumann looked at Bane. “What can you tell us of these… ‘dictators’, as you call them? And what is your relationship to them? How did you know they were here?”
“Fair questions,” Bane replied to Baumann. “They were advanced and in their pride set themselves up as gods. Their pride had the rest treated as chattel and any challengers quashed. Any others were simply their playthings. That is the mentality of those who used to rule there. The few who remained were imprisoned. History is dim as to why they were not slain and the universes rid of them, but instead they were imprisoned, entombed, in the hope they would pass away from time and space. We knew you were here by virtue of buoys that send an alert to any ships that may come to this dead space, and this star in particular. The fear of their release has had us ever on an alert to that possibility.”
Before she could speak up about what Bane said, Baumann spoke. Slowly she closed her mouth and sat back in her seat. Hopefully she would get a chance to ask a follow-up question soon.
Ltjg Barr - CSO
Ari nodded as she listened. Some of it made sense. The rest seemed so impossible that it had to be possible. As the others said their questions, she went back to merely listening. She was pleased that her curiosity wasn’t an anomaly.
As she listened to the tale of a was that spanned universes, she was intrigued that Bane didn’t tell her not to contact the other ship. He said they had been barbarians and dictators. But he also said that, like him, they were stranded here. This anomalous section of space being all that was left of a door between places. She wondered if the other ship’s occupants were as shifting capable as Bane’s species. And if so, why they hadn’t left their ship, themselves.
Baumann wasn’t excited about the prospect of dealing with such advanced species without knowing more about their history. He glanced at Ari and made sure she knew that he was wary.
Alan walked in, the number of people in the mess immediately making him uncomfortable. His right arm crossed over his abdomen, hand grasping the elbow, eyes directed to the floor, he approached the Captain. “S…Sir. Chef sends a message. ‘El segundo curso será unos minutos tarde.’” Alan recited. The thought never crossed his mind that anyone else here might not speak Spanish, he had spent the way over repeating the phrase over and over to make sure it was committed to memory and delivered perfectly, not thinking of the recipient of the message.
-Lt(j.g.) Alan Dysart, Linguist
Alison looked over at the young Lieutenant and then back at their guest. Food could wait, this was much more important.
“So if you knew we were here, why didn’t you stop us from pulling them away from the star? If you are the remnants of the forces that defeated them, wouldn’t you want us to stop them from being rescued?”
Ltjg Barr - CSO
“The buoys are in this particular system and near this particular star, not in this .. region of space. The Arryha were defeated long ago. Even to us it is almost myth what happened.” He looked down. “I am .. chosen, if you would call me that, to respond to the buoys. To warn. To state how dangerous they are. To recite our long ago history.” He seemed to shrug. “Past that, I do not know what to say. My script ends there.”
Baumann nodded in agreement and added “And why imprison them? If they are such a threat, wouldn’t keeping them ‘jailed’ be a significant risk?”
“They were overcome. Were they all slain? Were there only those eight that passed through? They had incredible power. Were it I, I would have sought a more permanent solution. They set themselves up as gods. Perhaps they were. And could not be killed.”
T’Leia waited for the answers from Bane to the other’s questions, she was aware that Stovik seemed to be concentrating on something else and hoped he was trying to verify Bane’s story with the other aliens. How were they to decide who was telling the truth? Or was there truth on both sides?
Stovik, meanwhile, was having trouble fathoming the buzz in his mind. “More lies. He was there. He knows. All those millennia ago.” Then, in a lower tone. “Beware the Bane.”
“Wait,” Alison said speaking up, “what do you mean your script ends there?” Script in itself was a very specific word. Was Bane some sort of sentient computer with only a certain amount of programming of their history. Or was it something that he had been rehearsing for whoever passed through.
Ltjg Barr - CSO
Baumann’s normally stoic expression shifted slightly and a slight scowl crossed his face. He caught the statement as well, and took it as an indication that perhaps this’being’ was a manifestation of some kind of Artificial Intelligence. Whatever it meant, this conversation was only getting more complicated… a truth Baumann was not at all fond of.
“Instruction, then, if that word is more fitting. What has been passed down to us is sketchy in orders. If the buoys signal we respond. It does not actually say what to do beyond this. You are the first.”
Stovik frowned and then sent a telepathic message to T’Leia. The Arryha say that this Bane is lying. How do we ascertain the veracity of one or the other? He asked. Usually when one communicated telepathically one could not lie, at least that was true among Vulcans and Betazoids. Was it the same with these species? And why could he not telepathically reach Bane? He was a Vulcan, he could not ethically attack Bane telepathically as it was anathema to his people but the thought certainly crossed his mind that if the alien proved a danger it might be logical to consider such a course.
T’Leia frowned herself and dropped her own mental shields so that Stovik, the much stronger telepath could pick up her response.
Is it not unusual for one to be able to lie telepathically? She sensed his agreement with her but his uncertainty in this situation. T’Leia glanced at the Captain and arched an eyebrow to try to convey her uncertainty in Bane’s veracity.
And there it was… the statement Ari had been awaiting. Bane had said they were the rescuers, the others were the aggressors and that he had been sent to repeat the message of warning. She was unaware of the exchange between T’Leia and Stovik, but sensed there was ‘something’ going on.
As Dysart came in and delivered the message, Ari smiled and nodded. “Thank you, you’re welcome to join us if you want.” She never did learn Spanish but the chef took great glee in speaking it to her simply because she laughed knowing nothing of what he said. “You are welcome to join us, Lieutenant.” She nodded to the chair beside the wall that had been pushed aside, unused, when they had sat down. “Bane, this is Lieutenant Junior Grade Dysant. Dysant, our guest, Bane. This is an introductory visit for us both.” Dysant would know, from his training, that the last sentence meant, politely, that this was a first contact meeting.
“I bid you welcome to this space,” Bane said with a straight face.
As she left him to stay or go as he wished, she turned back to Bane. “So you say they invaded, you, or at least, your kind, trapped them in the sphere, then left them here. May I ask why they weren’t taken someplace more secure? Surely you had to know that they would either die or be drawn out of this area. Why leave them unattended here? And if their way home is gone, what harm is there in letting them go in this sector?” She would eventually have to go and ask the other species for their side of the story. But for now, she would get this side.
“I would suspect that the answer is threefold. One, that being in a low orbit around a dead star in a sector of dead stars was deterrent enough, or secure enough, and remote enough that a sphere as small as this would be capable of being left alone. If one had brought attention to it then others would also see that.” His face darkened into a frown. “Let them go? Unthinkable. The devastation they could cause if left alone would be horrific. They need no vehicle to travel. Only their will. Consider this to be your Pandora’s Box. I have come to warn you of the danger you have so close by. What are you then going to do?”
Wookiee for Bane
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