Session 8 16

As it happens, it is actually the Executive Officer who reads the press release, though Spyboy composed most of it with Abraham’s review. What it consists of is a broad summary of many of the group’s activities. The Nephilim encounters are summarized down to a few encounters with one Nephilim nation – "or equivalent" – including their total collapse, as well as encountering a separate nation and beginning negotiations for peaceful trade.
The Chandley system is officially listed as reopened for traffic, though White has been declared off-limits by authority of the Navy. A rogue Confederation faction – the Black Lance – has been identified as causing multiple attacks within the cluster, and a TCN fleet helped break the back of the faction.
However, due to worries about similar threats, a conference has concluded a successful vote to separate the Hawking Cluster from the Terran Confederation.
That action will take a popular referendum within the cluster, but has received support from high-level members of the Confederation. At that point, the speech was replaced by total confusion as the reporters listening burst into questions and wouldn’t stop for answers until the XO left.
This press conference being given via radio as the Roland crossed the Armstrong system, overlapping independent radio transmissions were all the excuse needed to not give further info until the Roland - XO included - left for Collins via the jump point.
Spyboy is gritting his teeth
Spyboy: "….I hate giving that much information away…"
Metis: "Then it is good practice."
Abraham: "And yet, they say that confession is good for the soul."
Abraham: "Or do you mean you feel you should be charging for it?"
Spyboy: "Sir! I would never sell information!"
On the far side of the jump point, there is but one transmission waiting for the Roland. There is very little surprise when Vristafoon Thanes' face pops up, giving a medium rate of applause.
Spyboy: "….That would mean that someone else would have it…"
Thanes: "Oh, well done, well done indeed!"
Thanes: "I just have to ask, did you have plants among the reporters? I know I would have, but that does not seem your style. Was that part truly…ah, I believe you'd call it 'organic'?"
[OOC] Spyboy: Ugh, so want to say 'No, I don't think that the Tuskegans have developed reporters yet.'
[OOC] Spyboy: …But TOTALLY out of character.
[OOC] Spyboy: …..Metis?
[OOC] Metis: Nope, not biting on this one. Besides, by now the Tuskegans have probably developed time travel.
[OOC] Abraham: Time does not travel. It stays in one place and we revolve around it.
Abraham: "Well, /we/ didn't plan it at least. That doesn't mean someone else didn't." |
[OOC] Abraham: Personally, I blame Zinda. This is the kind of chicanery you expect from royalty.
[OOC] Zinda: Hmmph.
Thanes: "Eheh…yes, well. I assure you that it was not my agents - not on purpose, anyway."
[OOC] Abraham: That would be the royal Hmmph, I presume.
Zinda: "No, Thanes, that's not really my style."
Thanes: "Now. Much as I enjoy your company, I can only imagine that if you're here, you've come for our friend Wayne. If you'll come to a halt I think I can save you a trip, unless you have other business in this system?"
Spyboy: "Oh?"
Thanes: "Let's just say, he's been getting more…precise, and this would be good practice."
Spyboy: "…Oh, crap."
Zinda: "Practice huh?"
Zinda: "Well, he'll need it for what we're about to ask."
Spyboy: "He's going to be boarding, isn't he."
Thanes: "That is the plan."
Spyboy sets up an emergency shutdown on all major systems in case Wayne distributes half the control circuitry across the region.
ExecutiveOfficer: "Admiral sir! I believe that was a request for a full stop. Shall we comply?"
Abraham: "Full stop, XO. Let's not have him miss, shall we?"
Spyboy: "Predictable orbit, I'd say…"
ExecutiveOfficer: "Aye aye, full stop."
Thanes: "Excellent. I shall let him know."
Thanes: "He says he'll aim for the hangar bay. Oh, would you mind if I assisted in setting up that popular referendum? If you need Wayne then I suspect you are about to be otherwise occupied."
Abraham: "Not at all. Thank you for all your help."
Thanes: "It will be my pleasure. Ta~."
ExecutiveOfficer: "A jump point…in the hangar bay…" He shakes his head. "Metis, could you set up all the sensors you can find to record our hangar bay for the next few minutes? There haven't been many close-range observations of jump point exits forming."
Zinda wanders down to the hangar.
Metis nods. "Setting up every scan we have and… yes, every scan we have."
Spyboy fires up his fighter's sensors, and also proceeds to the hangar bay.
It takes a minute longer than a few minutes, but when it happens…everyone has seen the flash, the flare, and then the wormhole-like portal, but now it is thoroughly captured.
Metis (and everyone else) acquires much rare data.
Abraham remains on the bridge because admiral.
[OOC] Abraham: Plot twist, it's not Wayne, it's a cacademon.
[OOC] WC GM: Plot twist, Wayne is the cacademon?
Wayne hops through from the far side, in space suit - apparently just a precaution. Once he is through, the jump point collapses and he removes his helmet.
Wayne: "Howdy!"
Spyboy: "Hello, Wayne!"
Wayne: "So Thanes said y'all were comin' to see me. What's up?"
Zinda: "We need you to move a planet."
Spyboy: "And a few other things."
Wayne: "Is that all?"
[OOC] Abraham: "And not to invent Unicron."
Zinda: "Yeah pretty much."
Spyboy: "I'm also looking for some long-range communications systems."
Zinda: "Basically we need to get Mu Cephei prime into Oldziey."
Spyboy: "I'd like to be able to stay in touch with the Integrated when we make a trip to Sol."
Wayne: "Are the lago okay with moving it?"
Wayne: "And…which Integrated? The ones in Mu Cephei? The ones around here?"
Spyboy: "The planet is no longer inhabited."
Spyboy: "The ones around here, Armstrong, Mu Cephei, Tuskegee…"
Wayne: "It's got a lot of their history. And…all of 'em? You know they can't talk to each other, bein' in separate systems, right?"
Spyboy: "I know…but I heard from someone that you might be able to help with that."
Wayne: "That right? Well…hrm…"
Wayne: "I can think of one build I did a while ago for a certain lady. I'd probably have to have her permission before buildin' it for you. An' I don't know why she'd give it. Haven't heard from her in a while, come to think of it, but her network's still active."
Spyboy: "She's still up. Though…why would she have the exclusive rights? Was it her invention and you just manufactured it?"
Wayne: "Kinda co-invented it. But I made her a promise, and I intend to keep my promises."
Wayne: "I don't think she'd give permission 'less it was for family."
Spyboy looks at Wayne for a moment, then snickers to himself.
Wayne: "What?"
Spyboy: "I could consider her family, but it'd be a pretty looping connection."
Spyboy: "Her daughter pioneered the use of the Integrated hardware for humans, which I…was the second subject for."
Spyboy: "And from another perspective, we are cousins in a way - but the kind of cousins who only talk to each other with sniper support."
Zinda gives Wayne a look that says "Don't."
Zinda: "It was Kali, right?
Spyboy: "Well, yeah."
Spyboy: "Obviously."
Wayne: "Yep."
Spyboy: "She told us - well, you."
Zinda: "Figures. Kali's my new chief of intelligence."
Zinda: "We can talk about this project later, right?"
Spyboy: "And I believe we hadn't really encountered each other when she came to Wayne, but if she had, then I would basically be the person she had in mind when she asked you to keep it secret."
Spyboy: "Which means I'll have to get the information the fun way."
Zinda sighs.
Wayne: "Well, now. If y'all got some sort of proof of Kali's blessin', just ask."
Wayne: "Like…that daughter o' hers. You got her here?"
Zinda raises a hand.
Zinda: "That's me."
Wayne peers. His eyes don't look cybernetic, but… "…you ain't got no neu-comm in you. You got one on that radio pad atcher side, but that's different."
Spyboy: "Different daughter. She's got two."
Wayne: "That's the hardware what makes Integrated, Integrated."
Wayne: "You got the other one, then?"
Spyboy: "Using the term 'you got' extremely loosely?"
Wayne: "…where is she?"
[OOC] Zinda: Are you mixing up Alfred and Zinda?
Spyboy: "The other daughter? Currently, she's occupying the core of Mu Cephei pr-"
Wayne raises an eyebrow.
[OOC] Zinda: Alfred was never Kali's daughter.
Zinda: "My friend is mistaken."
Zinda waps him upside the head.
[OOC] Spyboy: I distinctly remember Kali saying Alfred was her daughter.
[OOC] Zinda: That makes Zinda/Alfred incestuous.
[OOC] Spyboy: Nah, Alfred was her biological daughter, Zinda was manufactured.
[OOC] Zinda: I am fairly certain you are misremembering here. WC?
[OOC] WC GM: I think he's right but only technically. For all practical purposes they're unrelated.
[OOC] WC GM: Especially given the number of bodies Alfred's gone through.
[OOC] Spyboy: Though in retrospect, the most recent body was made from Zinda's flesh, in a plant sort of way.
[OOC] Zinda: Mostly it was made from poop.
[OOC] Spyboy: Oh, true.
[OOC] Metis: Bless our XO.
Wayne: "Well…maybe I can talk t' her, getcha verified. Can I borrow that…I assume it's a neu-comm radio translator?"
Spyboy: "It is."
Zinda hands it over.
Zinda: "Tell her Spyboy wants it."
Spyboy sighs.
Wayne fiddles with the radio briefly, then, "Hey there. Alfred, you receivin'?"
Spyboy: "Sounds like it'll be a no to me."
Spyboy: "…Not to Alfred, but to Kali's response."
Zinda smirks a bit.
Alfred: "Who is this? HOW is this? The coordinates read in the middle of space…wait, there's a jump point there?"
Zinda: "Hun, it's my neucomm."
Zinda: "We're, uh, doing some tests."
Wayne: "A friend o' the Roland crew. You wanna talk to Zinda?"
Alfred: "…Zinda?!? But…I thought…"
Spyboy frowns.
Spyboy: "This is not going how I'd have expected…"
Zinda: "I know, Wayne here's gonna help move you into Oldziey."
Zinda: "But Spyboy also had a question for you."
Wayne: "I know ya'd have Kali's permission, so I wanna make sure this's okay to give 'em."
Zinda: "Spyboy?"
Zinda shakes her head at Wayne when Spyboy is not looking.
Spyboy is hesitating. Something about Alfred's response is bothering him. He's waiting for her to speak again.
Zinda: "Alfred? Y'OK hun?"
Alfred: "…wait. Wayne. This is how you're breaking the light-lag barrier?"
Alfred: "…could you put this on a ship?"
Zinda: "Alfred. Alfred focus."
Metis: "She is focusing on the important part."
Alfred: "I am. If this can be made mobile…"
Zinda: "I can't talk much about it right now, OK?"
Spyboy looks confused at Zinda.
Zinda: "For now please just tell Spyboy no, he can't have the technology."
Alfred's smile is audible. "As you wish~. Spyboy can't have the technology, but Zinda can."
Alfred: "So can Metis."
Spyboy blinks innocently at Zinda.
Spyboy: "Now back to the question Alfred was going to ask - can you mount it on a ship, and if so, can she use it to animate the body that we're moving for her?"
Wayne: "Hmm. Interesting…maybe?"
Wayne: "You built up some android body or something? Yeah, I could install it in that. Take a bit o' power, but if it's linked to somethin' like Mu Cephei Prime, th' power could be siphoned through that."
Zinda: "Thank you."
Wayne: "It'd have to close 'fore any jump, then reopen and recalibrate afterward. Mean the body'd basically black out for a moment."
Zinda: "Could you install it in a human body?"
Zinda: "With fleshy bits?"
Metis: "With proper calibration, there shouldn't be any reason why not."
Wayne: "It'd need some coverin', so it don't wreck th' body, but sure."
Zinda: "Well, that's a good longer term solution."
Zinda: "Hold up."
Zinda snaps her fingers and a slither wanders in carrying Alfred's limp body.
Zinda: "Don't worry too much breaking it, I can make as many as we need."
[OOC] WC GM: I thought that had been left at the Shipyards? Can run with it here, though.
[OOC] Zinda: Oh it had derp.
Wayne: "…I've seen Alfred before. That don't look like her…but if you say so."
Zinda: "Anyways, I'll poke my head back into Tuskegee and ask the Lago there if we can take the remains of Mu Cephei prime."
[OOC] Metis: But you can make as many as are needed and there's plenty of…raw material on the Roland.
Zinda coughs.
Zinda: "Don't worry about the details. She'll be controlling it."
[OOC] Metis: Spoken like a true politici…. queen. Yes, queen.
[OOC] Zinda: I am power hear me squeak
[OOC] Zinda: Myeep
Wayne: "I'll get to workin' on this one. Take me a bit, though."
Wayne: "Say, while you're here…"
Wayne: "Ya didn' want Spyboy to have th' tech. What about the Integrated in general? Link 'em all, in all the systems they're in."
Metis: "I would advocate for that."
Spyboy: "And she granted permission for Metis."
[OOC] Metis: Because if youtube comments and forum flame wars have taught me anything, what we need is /more/ interconnection.
Zinda shrugs.
Zinda: "I don't see the harm. Will have to ask them though, sometimes communities don't want to merge."
Wayne: "Well, if I'm doin' that, that'll come first. Practice makes perfect." He hefts Alfred's remote body over a shoulder. "An' I get th' feelin' I'll want a bit more perfection 'fore messin' with yer angel here."
Zinda: "No worries."
Zinda: "The body can be remade."
[OOC] Metis: Not creepy at all!
[OOC] Spyboy: It's just a [finger], after all.
Wayne: "Say, Alfred? Yer in Mu Cephei; how many o' the Integrated are still in-system?"
Wayne: "'Nough t' ask if they'd mind if Prime goes to Oldziey?"
Alfred: "I'll put them on and forward the question."
Integrated: "What?" "Why would you want to do that?" "Isn't Oldziey flaring too?" "Well you could hide it behind the asteroids…"
[OOC] WC GM: So what case do you make to them?
Zinda: "My girlfriend is stuck in Elles old mainframe and I'd like to have her around instead of having to fly out to Mu Cephei to see her."
Zinda: "Can I have the planet?"
Integrated: "What will you do with the surface?" "Yeah! There're a lot of ruins there." "Are you going to place it so people can live on it again?"
Zinda: "That is the plan, yeah."
Zinda: "Do you want a resettlement program?"
Integrated: "DO IT!" "Yes, please!" "I wonder if any of those farms survived…"
Zinda: "We're also going to probably have a dyson ring if you need extra housing, but that's longer term."
Zinda: "Alright, well uh, Alfred, would you be OK with being a garden world?"
Integrated: "Don't worry." "You'll have enough of us on the planet even if you do nothing." "Yeah! We'll repopu-OW! No, no, I meant EVERYONE could…okay, okay, I'll stop."
Zinda: "Would you be OK with being Oldziey nationals?"
Integrated: "Pff." "Like we care whose flag we fly?" "We're only kind of Confederation nationals already."
Alfred: "Hmm. Would I be okay living underneath millions of beings 'repopulating' their homeworld furiously, giving me that many examples to study and extract the best techniques from to share with you? Let's say…yes."
Zinda: "…."
Zinda: "Oh, geez, Alfred, uh…"
Zinda: "G-got it."
Zinda: "Wayne do the…do the thing."
[OOC] Zinda: Wow Alfred is lewd
[OOC] WC GM: Because she likes Zinda's reaction.
[OOC] Spyboy: If it makes you feel better, this Alfred is really Alfred IV, and has been stuck in a 'body' that's a computer bank for far too long.
[OOC] Zinda: Myeep.
[OOC] WC GM: That too.
[OOC] Abraham: What she should have said is. "Oh, all right. Fine. For you." in her best faux-put-upon manner.
Wayne chuckles as he hands the neu-comm radio back. "Alright. I'll let you know when it's all set up. Gonna link the Integrated first, then move that planet, then getcher girlfriend's body prepped."
Wayne: "It'll be done when it's done. Anythin' else I can do fer ya?"
Zinda nods.
Zinda: "T-then, that's settled."
Zinda swallows, and then heads back up to the bridge.
[OOC] WC GM: Anything else for Wayne, or any other business in the system?
[OOC] Spyboy: Not here.
[OOC] WC GM: Abraham? Metis?
[OOC] Abraham: Do not believe so.
Wayne heads back the same way he boarded.
ExecutiveOfficer: "We're going to have to develop protocols for that, aren't we?"
Abraham: "Like everything else, yes."
ExecutiveOfficer: "Back to the fleet and then to Sol, sir?"
Abraham: "I believe so. I think our business in this system is done for now."
Zinda: "Thanes. I look forward to working together."
Thanes: "So do I. I had never thought to help write ballads written in the stars themselves, until now."
Zinda: "Heh, well, the romantic part of our work is winding down."
[OOC] Metis: Nothing for Wayne from me.
Zinda: "I'll see you later."
Once back in Armstrong…the questions have not died down. For want of the Roland to beam them to, the press have been feeding upon one another.
[OOC] Spyboy: Survival of the fittest of the press? Just as keikaku.
[OOC] Metis: Ewww. Press zombies. Zinda: Get Torchy.
Zinda flicks through the coverage. How is she portrayed?
The executive officer wordlessly plays one news clip. "Admiral Abraham Bounty: myth or legend? Does this man actually exist, or is he a collective hallucination, a projection of our hopes and dreams?"
[OOC] Abraham: She is the menace of Gotham City.
Zinda is not portrayed much. The focus is on reconnection with the Confederation, and on the sector's collective independence.
Zinda frowns.
Zinda: "Hmm."
[OOC] Metis: I vote collective hallucination.
[OOC] Metis: Do they say anything about Michael?
[OOC] Abraham: Dead Abraham lies dreaming on his Ghost Ship The Roland.
[OOC] WC GM: Less than Zinda. Although the Integrated talk about him - mainly wondering if he and Heggy could convince Abraham to Integrate.
[OOC] Abraham: Not until retirement.
[OOC] Abraham: And various statutes of limitations regarding classified information pass.
Hopping over to David, the group finds the Confederation fleet fully repaired and at the Armstrong-David jump point.
Paladin: "THERE ye are! Was startin' t' worry. A'ight, shall we be off?"
Zinda: "…Paladin. Yeah, sure."
[OOC] WC GM: Going to White then the wormholes?
Abraham: "Yes. Let's head out. Sorry for the delay."
Paladin: "No worries. So, ehm. Given th' transmissions we've been receivin', well…I do 'ave t' ask."
Paladin: "Are ye plannin' t' move th' stars themselves around?"
[OOC] Metis: Yes.
[OOC] Spyboy: Planning? No. Running with?
[OOC] Spyboy: Or.. "Haha! No, that would pointlessly confuse navigation."
Abraham: "I believe it's called 'Stellar Architecture'."
Paladin: "…"
Paladin: "…ye…know I was kiddin', roight?"
[OOC] Spyboy: "Well, you did ask."
[OOC] Metis: "We, the ConFed Navy, have no sense of humor that we are aware of."
[OOC] Abraham: Ain't that the truth.
Abraham: "Just because it's a silly idea, doesn't mean it can't be done."
Zinda: "The stars? Well, just a planet for now."
Zinda: "We need to move Mu Cephei if anybody's gonna get back to living on it."
Paladin: "I see. Well. I do hope we can maintain a robust scientific exchange."
Paladin: "If yer able t' move planets aroun', well, I can think o' a few planets no one'd much mind bein' elsewhere."
Zinda: "Well, we'll see how things go in the talks."
Paladin: "Aye. An' speakin' o', 'ow d' you propose we get access t' the Nephilim?"
Spyboy: "And research. We may intend to move planets, but planets have yet to be moved."
Zinda: "I usually just pick a spot in space and start shouting at them until they respond."
Zinda: "Usually takes like a minute."
Paladin: "I was thinkin' more peaceful access. 'Cause, let me tell you, we got millions just in Sol alone who'd love t' come over an' do science to 'em."
Zinda: "The Nephilim?"
Zinda: "Well, I was considering establishing a university on Asago…"
Paladin: "Aye. Ye think they might 'ave some reciprocal curiosity? Ye've said they aren't very imaginative, but…"
Zinda: "Just bring a theologian…"
Zinda: "Anyways, we doing this?"
Zinda taps her foot.
Metis: "It would be best to postpone Terran-Nephilim contact until useful accommodations are set up, so we can be certain that cultural exchanges will be primarily positive, and perhaps not result in hostilities."
Zinda: "Yeah that."
Zinda: "Nobody wants to get shot. I've been shooting people too much this past year."
Zinda: "No more shooting."
[OOC] Metis: Who are you and what did you do with Zinda?
[OOC] Zinda: I am Lauren.
[OOC] Zinda: I turned her into Zinda
Paladin: "We can try, but if ye've got Nephilim already 'ere, well, people're gonna come t' where th' Nephilim are."
Spyboy: "Ah, sir, we have already placed the White system under quarantine by military order. It'd be the easiest place to connect to the Nephilim systems, but I have to admit that we have no control over where they open wormholes."
Spyboy: "As evidenced when they decided that it would be helpful to let us go back to our homeworld."
Zinda: "I can't believe they fucking…"
Paladin: "An' 'ow successful d' ye think th' quarantine'll be? People wanna get somewhere powerful? Bribes happen."
Metis: "I can."
[OOC] Metis: That was in reply to Zinda, not Pally.
[OOC] WC GM: So, are you heading to Sol through White, or taking the long way?
[OOC] Abraham: White. Also, it's about that time.
[OOC] WC GM: Indeed.
The trip through Armstrong is not much more eventful than the last one. Grissom and White themselves are peaceful.
But once the Nephilim reopen the wormhole to Sol…there is a blank metal wall where the stars should be.

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