MSNPC Space - What The Universe Sees

[+ Talia Ohnari]

Anytime @Kali Nicholotti writes for the environment or ship, its gonna be a great time. 

 

((Space))

The universe cared not for the battles nor the wars. It lent no backing to anything, save the discovery of its secrets and the use of its so-called rules regardless of the dark manner in which they were employed. The stars neither recorded history, nor integrated it into the making of the past, and as time inevitably marched forward, everything that was became a distant memory.

To that end, the happenings in a little corner of the sector now referred to as the Alpha Isles was of little consequence to the universe as a whole. The shifting of matter and energy from one state to another was paid no mind as the seconds ticked by; a mere breath for the great void was an entire lifetime for any who sought refuge within the metallic skin of the great machines that traversed the stars. And yet, these moments stood as potential to change the path of history.

At least for those souls who chose to participate. As a casual observer, the universe, the stars, and the Cimmerian Shade itself was not impacted.

Tick.

The ships prepared. Their occupants made ready in the only ways they knew how. Those known as healers prepared inoculations of arithrazine and hyronolin with the intent to distribute quickly as a way to protect against the perversion of Sencha Niac's once groundbreaking research. It did not harm the dark opacity of the night, but to a telepathic being with an enlarged midbrain, it would definitely wreck havoc.

Tock.

Like ants scurrying about, those with the experience and wherewithal climbed around and about the modern marvel the small creatures had built within the void. Through tunnels of their own making, on decks that kept the universe at bay outside of their small pockets of air, and in large gathering spaces, the beings erected ever more technology in attempts to prevent further perversion of Starfleet and Federation research by the enemy. 

What no one seemed to understand was that the battles were inconsequential. From the stars that bore them, to the stars they would return. Each short life would one day become no more than the elements baked in the eternal furnaces of the tiny points of light that looked on from afar.

Tick.

The trap was set. One ship drifted, playing dead, while the other lay in waiting. The enemy approached, ever arrogant and overly confident in their standing with the uncaring universe. They were better, in their minds, but in the end they were all just elements strung together by chance. And yet, they moved forward, entrapping themselves in the desire to kill those escaping. One bright supernova rendered one enemy bits of metal, a sacrifice to the great void.

A second ship burned in space, the fires making it seem as if it were a messenger from the Terran hell, come to tell of the end of the world. Energy began building; a runaway train with a single destination back to those stars that looked on. 

The third ship that had come to join them backed off, retreating towards the border that prevented knowledge beyond, save for the tiny probes that had found their way through space and into the shell. While the ship remained outside, unwilling to fire its S-wave weapon because of how it would react with the cloak around the system center, scans within showed a massive superstructure. The beings that comprised the Lattice Alliance had built a listening post, as if the void cared what messages it could hear.

Tock.

Time stopped, as if the universe had any need nor knowledge of time. The ship with the overload of Sencha wave radiation finally had met its max and the waveforms burst it apart. If the first ship had exploded in a supernova, this one doubled that easily, sending out waves into the darkness around it. First, the S-waves, mostly unfelt save by the telepathic species. Those it impacted differently, depending on just how their brains were built. 

For everyone else, the shockwave that came after was enough to rattle brains.

As the wave moved through the infinite, eventually diminishing, the universe continued on in its uncaring way. The war would come, and blood would spill, but absolution would never be found because the darkness simply did not care.

TBC

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Space

As simmed by:

Commander Ash MacKenna

Chief Intelligence Officer

USS Khitomer

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