Captain Arjii's Log: Adventure 4 Part 1
"I'm so drained" I say to myself as I try and think standing at the bridge. Tucker just got us to the star gate after an incredible battle testing us all out, but then blurt out "Hold that order Tucker, I need time to think and there is no hurry. I made a hasty order out of my exhaustion, we need to do some scans and explore this area here."
"Aye Captain", Tucker said, turning back around to carry out the order.
I'm a new captain, and young at that. For all sense of the matter, I shouldn't even have a ship, but I do. I can’t help but wonder if it was given to me for a reason by whoever is doing all this whispering, if the people doing the whispering are pissed at me for somehow obtaining the ship by accident, or a plethora of any other reasons. All I know is I didn’t intentionally take it. Somehow, in an odd way, that ship is my mate for life I think and somehow it’s living and not just a piece of molded steel, chips, and weld. I feel it's emotions and care about it. I have no problem understanding why my family and society threw me out to an apprenticeship forever gone from them. I won't pretend to be a knowledgeable and experienced captain when I'm not. I'll earn that respect legitimately or not at all in time.
There is something about this place, and that sigil I saw on those ships. All my thoughts were scattered from all my psionic powers being drained. it's disorienting, though technically my brain can think fine without it, for some reason my psionics have became more of a part of me emotionally and relying on the power just being there and the first time it's ever totally been drained from me. It's as if the liquid from my body has been drained. Amazing how much I rely on it's lubrication to my soul. i can still hear the whispers though. Abilities are here but just can't use them. "Odd feeling, but... I must think." While the crew are doing assessments and checks I close my eyes and think back over the week's events that seemed to start just a day ago, yet, feels like it's been a year:
As Tucker and I got ready to go into the space port, I had this odd feeling things weren’t going to turn out like we planned. Suddenly I hear Sam’s voice. She woke up from her nap apparently. She always has this street sense something is going on. I had to chuckle that she as as intuitive/paranoid as I was intuitive to the point of not getting enough information without answers that I get paranoid to watch out for everything.
Thoth and Yarg stayed on the ship doing repairs when all said and done while Sam, Horatio, Tucker, and Steve came with me. Steve, ... my thoughts went to Steve while walking down the corridor. I know he is Horatio’s creation but I can’t help but think he’s not as much Horatio’s creation as he is a living person inside those bucket of bolts. He has this inquisitive, innocent, and wide world fascination in his eyes. I like the little shit but don’t know why. It’s like he wants to help but lost in his little world at the same time. I can’t help but think he’s trying to communicate when he wants to but I just can’t hear him or too dense to notice the communication when he decides to. Horatio, he’s a unique one. Definitely robotic, but in between the functions he’s programmed himself to care... I think. But care about what is the question. Does he have the capacity to care about us as his crew? Or is he just obligated to it because he gave that commitment or was ordered. “omg, my head. I got to quit thinking and pay attention,” I say to myself.
By this time I notice we are at the first door and all power is out, not even life support. We head back to the ship and Yarg, thoth, and Horatio connect the ship to the station to power it. Just in case, after leaving Horatio put a bio lock on to protect the ship just in case something happens. “Nothing is ever simple anymore,” I thought to myself. We make our way back to the box of what we now know as plant matter, pick it up and head to the engineering room that has the ship part. Horatio and Thoth take the ship part and start heading to the ship with it. The rest of us, including the incessantly bobbing Steve, head to the command room.
Upon entering the command room we notice right away that the bodies piled in the middle of the floor before were gone. We assumed they disappeared when the port elevator started working. We checked the freezer and I asked Tucker to check for burns on the insides of their mouths. HE couldn’t tell much from his check with them being so frozen. I tapped into this raging headache from the lack of psionic usage and all those whispers and used all the intuition I could muster along with my clairvoyance and perceptions. I noticed a body by the door and found out that they were not killed by exposure as we were told previously... they were murdered... at least the ones in here. I picked up 250 credits from the body and we headed to the south room off the command center.
Inside we found a black box for the station. I asked Sam to disconnect it and take it back to the ship. Right about the time she got it unhooked, we all turned as we hear the port elevator start running.
“Sam, get that black box to the ship or hide that thing in a place we can walk out of here with it and come back asap” I barked quietly with quite the urgency.
“Right away Captain!” Nervous and twitchy as she was, she operated and carried herself with great professionalism.
“Quite the street freak that one is,” I thought to myself. “I’m glad she is on my side because I have a feeling one day she will be formidable in ways people don’t expect.”
“Done Captain,” Sam whispered back a short time later just as the door opened to the port elevator. Ominously 12 heavily armed robots and Mayor Builderbuilt filed out of the elevator as we stood at the south door. The robots all spread out at the edges of the room making them more intimidating, which is probably by design by the Mayor. I looked at the surroundings to keep in mind what options we might have. Through the door to the west toward where my ship was, I could see Tucker back down the hall with his shot gun in hand.
“Thank gosh the treasure freak has some good combat sense” I said to myself finding myself chuckling out loud softly.
The mayor broke the silence and my chuckle turning his cold gaze at me saying very cold, pointed, and robotic, “Thank you for getting the space port operational, and what are you doing in here?”
Looking at him as I thought to myself, “That’s rather contradicting. thanking us for getting the start port running yet asking what we were doing here. Not a very smart robot to be a mayor.” Feeling myself take a calm breath matching his coldness and with a flippant attitude, “It’s not operational, we hooked up my ship to power the station so we could get in here to see what we could do to get this station operational like you requested. It’s far from operational like you requested.”
“It’s operational now for our needs, we can do the rest now, you are no longer needed and have fulfilled. We can get the water up before you leave and disconnect your ship. You can leave any time if you wish, we will take it from here.”
This guy is wacked and as crooked as scoliosis,” I thought to myself. That statement is a long way from working together to get the station fixed, trade operational, and working together on trade. Now he wants us to leave a.s.a.p. and it’s not fixed at all except for the power. And with no space ship, he has no way of developing any trade.... it makes no sense other than he has ulterior motives that I’m not liking the feel of at all and I don’t even know what they are yet! “There is one matter we have not attended to yet,” turning on as much charm as I could turn on for a robot. “The matter of the trade of getting this station up and running and our reward for doing so. That gold gift you gave us we left on the landing pad in good faith to show you we weren’t here to take advantage of you and your request for help. However, since you have pretty much told us we weren’t needed anymore and you got what you wanted, the matter of our trade is at hand.”
“What would you like in return,” the Mayor asked almost surprised. Perhaps he thought the armed robots would deter us from completing the trade, though now obvious it didn’t work.
As the shrewd bargaining part of my personality came out in very matter of fact expectational air surfaced, I said, “my cargo hull filled with metallics with one crate of geodes to finish filling it up the rest of the way.”
“All we have are titanium plates.”
“That will be fine, we have repairs to make” I said. “Damn lizard.” I thought to myself with an inner chuckle. “Also, unless there is a problem that I’m not aware of, is it okay if we go down to the colony to buy supplies?”
“I suppose so, you may have access to the downtown market area,”
Sam piped up and asked, “Can we use the elevator to go down or do we need to take a pod down?”
“You can use the elevator, now if you will excuse me,” he said directly with an impatient tone wanting to get to what he wanted to do.
As I gently tell the crew to go, I turn back and look at the Mayor standing there cold as ice, “is it okay if we do some repairs first to the ship and then leave, or would you like us to go immediately?”
“You can make the repairs, then leave” the Mayor said as he left leaving the robots to stay.
I noticed more robots coming in and busy doing tasks and itching to leave, I said, “Thank you.”
After returning to the ship, having a few discussions about the ordeal, Horatio stayed with the ship along with Steve, the rest of us went down to the elevator. At the bottom of the elevator and cabby was there waiting for us. We told him where we wanted to go, he driver said, “you have access to that sector” and he started driving. 30 minutes later, we arrived in the area we were to shop. I paid the cabby and we turned to look at the area. We quickly realized there was a big problem... the signs were in an augmented reality language that none of us could understand.
Sam whipped out her goggles and quickly made an alteration to them. Unfortunately, it was going to be a permanent one. She put them on and she could see her matrix world language and had no problem figuring where things where. However, they didn’t seem to have any shops we needed supplies from along with a few other types of supplies. The effort to find out where other places were with the suit time we had left wasn’t worth the effort and decided to leave and go back.
I paid the cabby again and had him take us to the landing pad near the port elevator. Again he drove us there and 30 minutes later arrived.
“Tucker, go ahead and get that box of gold cylinders and let’s go.” I said.
“Right away!” he said. Excitedly the treasure whore did what he was told with exquisite enthusiasm and efficiency. We talked with each other all the way back to the ship. As we entered the ship Sam put her goggles on again.
For a brief second, I couldn’t help but wonder what it was like to be in her world and how fascinating it would be to enjoy a matrix grid world as well as the physical one. But I guess we have all our own duel worlds; I have mine and my whispers and psionic duality, and I’m sure....
“AAaahhhh!!!!!!!” came a scream from Sam.
Jerking around, I found Sam taking off the goggles and dropping them, “What’s wrong!?” I calmly said. Though the calm aspect of my personality was on the higher end of calm almost to the alarmed stated admittedly not used to hearing Sam scream.
“There is someone on the ship, I saw them!” she said in a high pitched panicked voice and visibly shaking.
“Oh”, I said. I looked around and saw no one and thinking to myself, “Is that all,” used to odd things like that due to my race, psionic abilities, etc. When I saw no one around, I said “let’s look around for what Sam might have seen”
Everyone started looking around the ship for anyone that wasn’t supposed to be there only to find nothing.
Sam went to sick bay to get help with the trauma. I finally went back to sick bay after a search and said to her, “It will be okay Sam, it’s probably the person responsible for the whispers. Come with me if you are feeling up to it. I headed over to the wall and used my clairvoyance to study the room Horatio was in and saw no one in there with him, then headed to the storage room steve was in. He had been totally pre-occupied in there ever since we got back to the ship earlier that day. I didn’t seem to be able to use my clairvoyance or postcognition at all to find out anything there. I resorted to Sam’s abilities.
“Sam, I want you to stay calm and put your goggles back on and see if you can see anything at all” I said.
“Yes Captain,” and she slowly raised her goggles but her hands shook so hard that when she just got them on her face, to try and use them they fell shattered when they hit the ground.
My sympathy surfaced, “Sam, it’s okay. My intuition tells me that that whoever they are aren’t a threat and are part of this ship in some way. No, I don’t know that for sure but I feel no threat from whoever you saw and I totally believe you saw them.”
Sam seemed appreciative and had her ushered off to rest for the rest of the day. The rest of the crew assessed the damage and how long it would take again and much to my mind bending excitement, it was only going to take 4 days to repair instead of the 8. So our food supply wasn’t going to suffer as bad due to not having the recycler. Calculating in my head that means we only lost 2.25 weeks of food for 12 people, translating that to.......(thoughts fading out till the next entry)
(The events of this night's game were so massive that this will be incredibly brief in comparison due to the enormity of events that night and the time it takes to write the blogs to begin with is a large chunk of time anyway. I do have a life and have spent more of my life writing the blogs than I have in the actual game play. But I love what I do with this and great writing exercise for me. By the way, these blogs are first drafts unedited. I don’t have time to go back and polish and edit.)