Anger and Accountability…Nash and Emily…When the past doesn’t match the future or the present

Posted June 2, 2023, 9:41 p.m. by Civilian Jessa Novar (Child) (Kate O'Neill)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Ethan Nash (Chief Engineer) in Anger and Accountability…Nash and Emily…When the past doesn’t match the future or the present

Posted by Civilian Jessa Novar (Child) in Anger and Accountability…Nash and Emily…When the past doesn’t match the future or the present

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Ethan Nash (Chief Engineer) in Anger and Accountability…Nash and Emily…When the past doesn’t match the future or the present
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Entering the promenade Nash would be dumbfounded. The number of weapons fired would lead one to believe the space would have been a smoldering mess with blackened pockmarks along the walls and floors. From his vantage point however the scene was vastly different than what he could have imagined. The promenade was more disarrayed except for the large robotic MECH’s that surveyed all movement with what appeared to be a blue sensor. Ethan’s entry swiveled most of the MECH’s sensor eyes on him and then directly to what was in his hands.

The promenade was a disaster but not destroyed. “Ethan,” Emily’s voice carried laced with panic and fear as she and a few others tried to open the steel bullet-shaped coffin that was holding the kids. “Ethan, I can’t get her out.” Her fingers slipped over the completely seamless metallic surface. “Do something.”

Emily Nash

“Hang on, I’m here.” Nash ran to where Emily was struggling against the metal cocoon, casting a sidelong look at the mechs and half expecting them to do something.

Upon entering the space the MECH’s scanner like eye trained on Ethan but made no move to react otherwise. The intense blue color remained the same on all the robotic-like equipment.

Casting a side eye at the machines, he nevertheless ignored them as he stopped a few feet before running into his wife. “What the hell is this thing?”

Emily turned immediately and threw her arms around Ethan. Hope had been trapped in the device for the past half an hour. If the worst was to happen, Hope was already gone however the tricorder stated the occupants were still alive and Jax had confirmed that. “I couldn’t stop it. It…it happened so fast. Like a blink. The alien showed up and then there was this inky oil everywhere and it coated,” her voice hitched as Emily held him tighter.

“Alright, alright,” Nash spoke in a soft voice that lost every trace of the harsh, gravelly tone he had used for many years. Instead he wrapped one arm around her and pulled Emily tighter into him, kissing her forehead and resting one cheek against her while he looked at the cocoon, searching for a seam or a control panel while he comforted his wife at the same time. “I’m here, we’re going to fix this, alright.”

“Sir,” an Ensign security officer cleared his throat not wanting to break up the embrace with the missus but there would be time for that later. “Tricorders are showing the life signs are extremely low but holding steady. It is like they are in some kind of statis pod.” His comment sounded more like a question instead of an answer.

“Good,” Nash nodded at the Ensign. “If she is in stasis then she’s safe enough while I get this thing open. You need to bring me a tricorder with a readout of those scans.” he told the officer.

His comment seemed to agitate Emily more than console her. “Then you know how to open it.” Directing her attention to Ethan, Emily’s tone became more panicky and anxious. “You build them, fix them. You are an engineer. That is your sole career purpose is to make and fix things like this right?” Her tone was tense but the words showed her absolute faith in the man she married and his designation as chief engineer.

“Its’ a bit more complex than that, this is alien tech but, basically yes,” his words didn’t hold the normal self confidence that they usually did. “I wasn’t always an Engineer, remember Em?

“Kelly and Dante had to have gotten stuck in something like this once so do what you did to get them out,” Emily moved back to the metallic-like coffin. Putting her palms flat on it, Emily began to talk slower but with more emotion.

The worst thing he had gotten Dante and Kelly out of was, honestly, jail cells. Not all of them were Federation, either, and not all of those times was the extraction done legally. This was a little different, but he didn’t dare say that to Emily at this exact moment.

“Hope…baby…Daddy is here okay,” she patted the device as if it were Hope’s arm. “He is gonna get you out okay,” Emily struggled to keep her tone steady and still.

“Baby step back, I’m not sure how this works but it must do something.”

In his hand was the device the aliens had brought with them onto the ship, but as yet had been all but forgotten about. Holding it out in front of him, he turned it over to see if there was a button or control panel.

As Ethan turned the device over, the MECH’s moved slightly to the right as if the movement of the staff shifted them. They produced no other reaction except the mental image of a certain lizard’s reaction when a ball was waved toward his face.

Concentrating on the staff as he turned it over in his hands, Nash didn’t notice the mechs movement. He was too busy looking to see if this thing did anything.

“Sir,” the security office gestured with his head at the MECHs not sure if the engineering chief saw what was happening around him as he inspected the staff.

“What?” Nash replied without looking up. He was busy.

Emily Nash

Without waiting for a reply from the officer, Nash looked up at the cocoon and lifted the staff. Holding it above his head like a spear, he slammed the butt of it against the wall of the cocoon. Not expecting it to do much, the action was more an act of frustration and anger and he was using it to clear his mind so he could think clearer. Making a dull thudding sound, it only seemed to infuriate him more and he pulled his arm back, and slammed the staff into the wall of the cocoon twice more in rapid succession with a vicious snarl under his breath.


The MECHs closed in with a menacing feel but did not attack Nash or the others. A strange gibberish blared from their speakers as they hovered and waited to see Nash’s next move.

“Um baby maybe you should not do that,” Emily said looking at the machines.

Pausing, Nash lowered the staff, muttered something unintelligible and turned around, seeming surprised at how close the Mechs had come. “What the blazes do you want?” Nash addressed them as if they were sentient droids.

As if understanding more of the language, an artificial and tinny voice replied. The contents of the MECH’s belong to the Galactic Union and are set for re-education. They will not be harmed however if you interfere in any way you risk fines, imprisonment, or both. Please step back. May the Divine light shine on your black and withered souls but rejoice for those encased in the pods will achieve ever-lasting enlightenment. The cadence and the rhythm of the message would remind Nash of the automated response he had earlier from the bridge.

“This black and withered soul is about to put its foot so far up your mechanized jacksie you’ll be needing an extended oil bath to fix the emotional damage those receptors are completely incapable of currently experiencing,” Nash said as he pulled the small coin from inside his tunic and his grip tightened on the staff, taking a step towards the machines, “unless you open these damn cocoons immediately. I am revoking Galactic Union ownership rights in this Galaxy under the Nash I don’t give a damn about your spiritual enlightenment clause.”

The crystal staff did not react to being used as a weapon but was incredibly strong as was the casing of the pod his daughter was trapped in. Whatever had caused the device to levitate Kelly and knock her unconscious was not as easily activated by swinging the staff or striking it on something.

Gripping the handle tighter, Nash’s hand seemed to find some grooves in the handle that felt as if they had a pattern to them that was at odds with the smooth crystal that looked unblemished, and began to explore the grooves with his thumb realizing that they fit perfectly between the grip of his hand and his thumb if he moved it over the staff. Like an activation panel that was all but invisible to the eye on the crystal.

From off to the side Jessa had nearly forgotten the children trapped in the metal devices. Walking over to where Nash and the other parents were she took a breath. “Your people are not hurt. Just in stasis.” Jessa knew she could not admit the MECH’s were set on civil defense mode. If she did, she would have no protection against the crew if they turned on her.

“Thanks for nothing kid,” Nash spoke in a low growl. “Your pet killer robots pretty much just explained that. How about doing something useful and good for a change and getting these kids out of harms way and back to their families that love them?”

“If you lay down all your weapons and back away and lie face down on the decks the pods will release them.” Jessa knew this was completely counter-intuitive to what a person thought would work. For these heathens it might even seem unthinkable to bow to what was a perceived enemy. She held her breath and waited to see if Nash would comply.

Jessa Novar

“What?” Nash looked at her as if she was insane.

“You need to show that you are not a threat to the Galactic Union. Comply and you shall be forgiven.” In this moment it was easy to slip back into the role she had been assigned for the past seven years. It was also a chance for Jessa to show the crew that the Galactic Union did not mean any harm to the Federation. She looked up at him not with the expression of confidence and arrogance that seemed to perpetually be plastered on her face but one more of confusion.

“Forgiven,” Emily stated feeling her temper flair. It was rare she lost her temper as a counselor but this was far from a normal counseling session to bring a patient under control. Rinker was the only one with access to Jessa due to his years of experience. Seeing firsthand the blind zealousness to her organization confirmed the psyche chief was the best person for the job

“These machines just said these kids are scheduled for enlightenment,” his voice was mocking. “Now you want us to put down whatever defense we have against your death machines and submit to your cult religion, and the pods will just pop open and let the kids out, just like that?” Nash shook his head. “You’re still trying to get us to submit to your Galactic Union and religion of death despite everything that just happened? Open these damn pods and let the kids go back to their parents!” He raised his voice, “you may have been abandoned by people that should have loved you but you don’t get to hurt other kids with your hate, not on my watch!”

Jessa felt a burst of anger welling up inside her. “Never stop your enemy from sliding off the path of enlightenment. It will only allow one to defeat them faster for their own stupidity for those that do not fight with the passion of the Divine will rot in the oblivion of hell.” The quote by Adar Vyce was not the typical spiritual mumbo jumbo she spewed out but contained the zeal of the Union and its religion. If these people were too blind to follow orders then maybe their children did deserve a better life. It would only be a matter of time before Pellan Vell and the fleet arrived. They would be taken again so why not just leave them safe in slumber?

Throwing the coin at the nearest mech, Nash raised the staff and pointed it at another one, pressing down hard on the biggest groove in the staff he could find and hoping for the best.


The crystal glowed a dazzling blue so bright it almost hurt the eyes of anyone looking at it. It pulsed a tone out that at first was felt more than heard. Those on the promenade would feel a pleasant sensation that calmed the nerves of everyone around Nash and the MECH’s. Slowly the sensation changed from relaxing to what would resemble an inebriated state. The effects made one feel slightly dizzy and off balance.

Jessa watched as many of the people who were desperately trying to save their children earlier began dropping to their knees before the MECH’s as the tone, caused by Nash gripping the crystal, moved from a mild analgesic effect to a much more aggressive effect. Waves of nausea and pain seemed to escalate and grow inside each individual.

“Drop it,” Jessa yelled out feeling her stomach knot up but not from the tone. The nanites in her body pulsed with a coordinating tone preventing the acoustic assault from affecting her. “Please,” she begged walking up to Nash. “Let the crystal go. I can’t stop that. I can’t fix that. I can’t stop it unless you let it go.” Dropping to her knees next to Nash she put her hand over his. All he had to do was open his fingers and it would transfer from his Nash’s grasp to Jessa’s.

“Please…please let it go.” Her tone was bordering on hysterical. “I will open the pods. I swear but I can’t do it until you stop the tone. Please…please I will do it.”

Jessa Novar

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