MSNPC The Lost Torpedo - Into the Endless Void

[+ Talia Ohnari]

Once again, we dared: and @Kali Nicholottidelivered. Who ever thought you would get the feels for a torpedo?? 

((Existence))

Space was a big place. 

As time moved through the eons, it became even bigger, wider, and more spread apart. That which was once a ball hotter and denser than anything that had existed prior was ever expanding and moving further and further apart, the atoms contained within spewed across trillions and gazillions of miles like the unsavory innards of some ill cosmic child. And from that goo came all that was and all that would ever be.

There was a saying that the Terrans had which said basically that one was the culmination of all that had been experienced throughout their time existing, and perhaps there was some truth in that. As it moved silently through the darkness of an endless night, the torpedo that had missed its mark might have considered this in light of its failed mission, had it been able to think.

Having once existed in a state of nothing, atoms and molecules had been manipulated and forced together by skilled hands, each lovingly formulating a different piece, part or line of code that would eventually come together to form what it had become. The slick, rounded casing was carefully assembled around an angry center, held back by little other than coded rules that designated when and where it could release the inner beast. Slowly it had coalesced into its final form, and only then loaded onto a ship and into the tube from which it had been fired.

The small metal case, within which destruction and chaos remained safe and quiet, sailed through the bits of debris left from the destroyed Lattice Alliance ships. Two had fallen already, against the two warships that regrouped as inbound fighters made attempts to target one's weak spot in the rear. In retaliation, the two ships seemed to become one, rear end to rear end. Had the torpedo been able to process this internally, it might have thought the plan a good one, enabling both ships to redesignate resources in a way that would offer more protection.

The icy fingers of the void were slick, and without anything to act on it, the torpedo sailed further and further into the contested system. In front of it, a cloaked area hid even more ships, each in a particular position forming something familiar to those on the ships it had left behind. Those who maintained cognizance would call it a Tholian web, and they would recognize how it was being used to charge weapons. Though the torpedo could not recognize this, it might have flown by in awe at the innermost cloak, which was hiding something big obviously, given the rocks that seemed to be in orbit of something ended abruptly in space just as the biggest void within the void began.

Far in the distance, on a station it had never seen outside of it's designated sleeping tube, people scurried about. They were replicating inoculations, creating home bases from which to make a final stand, and coming up with new and unique ways of destroying their home should the enemy come knocking at their door. It was unfortunate that the torpeo was not there, nor headed in that direction, because it really could have been useful. As it were, the beings aboard the station would have to figure that fight out on their own, with limited fighters, small craft, and weapons. Oh, what it would be to be one of the limited 100 torpedos aboard DS33. They were certain to have made their mark, both in the moment and perhaps in the history books.

Leaving the system was bittersweet, or at least it might have been had the torpeo been able to consider it. Having missed its mark, it was now sailing endlessly into the stars alone, without a target and without a goal. It was lost both to the universe and to time as it hurtled on.

TBC 

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The Lost Torpedo

As simmed by:

Commander Ash MacKenna

Chief Intelligence Officer

USS Khitomer

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