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Big Reveal Part 2 - Grief.
The conversation between the bridge crew, Stacy, and the Admiral is broadcasted where the rest of the crew is in the MedBay, and gathered right outside. Even in the bridge itself, the sound echoes over the monitors so that anyone resistant to psionics can hear Elfangor's side of the conversation.
They have now been told why they were brought to the ship.
Their worlds are gone, destroyed by the Ohm. They are refugees in an unforgiving Omniverse.
Transmigration 9 is an ark.
While Stacy is partially restored, including her core personality (which is far more personable), she is still severely damaged, and running on automatic somewhat. Until the ship can be repaired, podpops will keep occuring and they will be forced to go on missions to undo the damage the Ohm have wrought to the Omniverse. The threat of the being in Escherville is still a threat, one with no immediate solutions.
But they have allies out there, they have an AI watching over them, they have the smallest glinting traces of hope. Their loved ones are (hopefully) on board, and even beyond that, there is may be a chance, however small, of restoring their home universes.
Stacy broadcasts to the entire ship when it's all over, when all has been revealed.
||The bodies of the individuals that died today are being prepared for funeral services. A list of their names will be made available, though I can assure you that none are individuals any of you know. The funeral will be on Obs Deck in several days, and will be announced.||
||Those that wish to have their memories of their rescues restored, as proof their worlds are gone, will have a chance to request this after the services, but without grief counselors on board, I strongly recommend against it.||
||In the meantime, all of us must heal and recover from our ordeal. New areas of the ship have been made available, such as the Crew Lounge, and I have opened up the Crew Quarters for use, and cleared out the belongings of--||
Here she falters, sadness creeping into her voice.
||--of my original crew, so that all of you may sleep more comfortably. These quarters fit two people to a room, and have actual beds and sonic showers. Dining will still be provided in the Mess Hall, with periodic days of real food in the Lounge--they must be spaced out until my food stores are replenished with fresh food products.||
After a moment of thought she says: ||And because I think you've suffered enough, fornicative activities are now allowed--however, both parties must stop by the Medbay for a Contraceptive shot or this will not be allowed. These shots will provide protection for six months and do not protect against venereal disease, but all of you, barring several individuals with certain conditions--|| Like those, say, infected with zombie viruses, Steve ||--are currently disease-free.||
||The ship is now open, and the bridge team can relocate back to the Living Areas. The doors will remain open after they leave the bridge. I must now engage in heavy repairs. My AI will not be quite as available as usual. Please, take time to grieve, rest, and have your wounds treated. We will discuss more when everyone has recovered from this ordeal.||
They have now been told why they were brought to the ship.
Their worlds are gone, destroyed by the Ohm. They are refugees in an unforgiving Omniverse.
Transmigration 9 is an ark.
While Stacy is partially restored, including her core personality (which is far more personable), she is still severely damaged, and running on automatic somewhat. Until the ship can be repaired, podpops will keep occuring and they will be forced to go on missions to undo the damage the Ohm have wrought to the Omniverse. The threat of the being in Escherville is still a threat, one with no immediate solutions.
But they have allies out there, they have an AI watching over them, they have the smallest glinting traces of hope. Their loved ones are (hopefully) on board, and even beyond that, there is may be a chance, however small, of restoring their home universes.
Stacy broadcasts to the entire ship when it's all over, when all has been revealed.
||The bodies of the individuals that died today are being prepared for funeral services. A list of their names will be made available, though I can assure you that none are individuals any of you know. The funeral will be on Obs Deck in several days, and will be announced.||
||Those that wish to have their memories of their rescues restored, as proof their worlds are gone, will have a chance to request this after the services, but without grief counselors on board, I strongly recommend against it.||
||In the meantime, all of us must heal and recover from our ordeal. New areas of the ship have been made available, such as the Crew Lounge, and I have opened up the Crew Quarters for use, and cleared out the belongings of--||
Here she falters, sadness creeping into her voice.
||--of my original crew, so that all of you may sleep more comfortably. These quarters fit two people to a room, and have actual beds and sonic showers. Dining will still be provided in the Mess Hall, with periodic days of real food in the Lounge--they must be spaced out until my food stores are replenished with fresh food products.||
After a moment of thought she says: ||And because I think you've suffered enough, fornicative activities are now allowed--however, both parties must stop by the Medbay for a Contraceptive shot or this will not be allowed. These shots will provide protection for six months and do not protect against venereal disease, but all of you, barring several individuals with certain conditions--|| Like those, say, infected with zombie viruses, Steve ||--are currently disease-free.||
||The ship is now open, and the bridge team can relocate back to the Living Areas. The doors will remain open after they leave the bridge. I must now engage in heavy repairs. My AI will not be quite as available as usual. Please, take time to grieve, rest, and have your wounds treated. We will discuss more when everyone has recovered from this ordeal.||
Re: The Bridge Team -- Reactions
Yes, they were both miserably tired. Emotionally, physically, mentally exhausted. Their victory left a taste like ashes in her mouth. Sometimes, ignorance truly was bliss. She wanted off of this bridge, away from the grief and death, at least for a few minutes so she could pull herself together. There were things that needed to be done still.
Instead of marching off to deal with this new situation, she lingered. It was far too warm and safe to be like this. For a few seconds more, she wanted to just be still. It was with great reluctance that she picked her head back up from his shoulder and opened her eyes.
Re: The Bridge Team -- Reactions
"Looks like we're saving the world again," he said, half to himself. With so much more at stake.
This time, when he looked her in the eye, he could smile. There was hope enough to do that. "Come on," he said gently, taking her hand again. "Let's get out of here, find something to eat, and sleep for a while.
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Her fingers were laced through with his, part of her mind bemused that she had spent so much time holding Luke's hand. It seemed to always be happening, ever since she had arrived. Every time her world was turned on it's side, she found a warm hand brushing against hers and a familiar mind calming her.
It wasn't enough to make her let go. Far from it. If she let go, he might slip away and she would truly be alone. Instead she followed after him, weaving through the grieving group that was slowly trickling off of the bridge.
Re: The Bridge Team -- Reactions
"But it sure leaves you with a good feeling, doesn't it?"
Re: The Bridge Team -- Reactions
"It has its moments."
His thoughts got him a squeeze with her fingers. She didn't trust her control enough to send a message back without leaking some of her anxiety and loss. Luke didn't need anymore of that. It was too big and abstract to have truly hit her yet, and she was still able to operate without additional support.