Thread: Heartless Alliance (Mr Master and Oreo)

Lying? He still thought she might be lying? Lya's anger was beginning to fill the void where her pleasure normally radiated. Not much mind you, just enough that some might have termed it 'annoyed'.You know, Frodo, you're about the most obstinate, suspicious humanoid I have had the misfortune to meet. I'm beginning to understand the logic of our scouts for this region. Use your head human. All I had to do to avoid you altogether was move my ship a bit and let you sail on past me. Instead I did the opposite and aligned my hatch to let you aboard. I could have dumped you back there with your jump drive...which you 'are' going to tell me why you wanted so badly. If anyone here is being deceptive Mr. Underhill, it is you. No one comes all that way for a leaky drive. Daggers shot forth from the black depths of her eyes this particular look would likely cower a Nazghoolian raider, as her finger reached out to poke his chest. And great Sechmet's mother! Why would you rather truss yourself up in that space suit until you're purple with lack of oxygen than believe me when I say I mean you no harm. Or acknowledge that I just saved your sorry flesh from the worst known species in this particular galaxy? You should be thanking the stars you met me today. No offense intended, but in all honesty, your race seems a tad xenophobic to be wandering off your own planet. Her form flickered again. Lya neglected to mention she had almost lost consciousness back there in her need to flee. There was only so much stress a Telkran could take before they shorted out. She had come damned close to being a pile of pretty dust on the floor of her ship. How would he have felt then? Hmmmm? hurling through space with her unable to stop the ship? At least she had her anger to hold onto now. As her agitated flickering subsided she extended her palm. Here, as a gesture of trust, take your power pack. Her voice was a bit tense, her mannerisms curt. The weapon is useless against me, but it could easily damage Ship. I simply ask you not to use it in here or we could be floating in this sector for a long, long time. We're too far from any sunlight for Ship to heal himself. It sounds like we're talking genocide, here. Isn't there time for my people to react when the Reticulans come sailing in? It's not a matter of genocide. They don't want to exterminate you. They want to breed you. I wish I could storm back there with you and destroy them, but I assure you it is not possible. There is rumor of one race that tried to defy the Minds. They created a shield that could keep out the telepathic probes of the hive, but the same rumor indicates that their race was killed off by the Riticulans for their audacity. Perhaps we can track down the planet in question, on the off chance the shield or data survived the annihilation. Oh, one more thing. In case you're thinking the wacked shapeshifter is lying about the Reticulans, and maybe all those ships were after 'her'. Follow me. Tugging again at the hem of her dress, Lya opened the control room hatch and stormed across the loading bay to the cargo hold. Her hand fused with the small sponge-like substance that wasn't illuminating like the rest of the room, and the holo-field vanished to reveal a well organized array of goods. Tapping the odd looking devices to the left, These are the mass drivers and my one planet buster. However, it would do no good in space trying to fight them. It is a weapon of attrition, designed to annihilate the food source of the Reticulans. It sounds cold, but we see it as an act of mercy. If they are at this outpost, more than likely your home planet has already been subdued. Then she pointed him toward the weapons display. An entire row of cased artillery and handheld projectile and laser weaponry. Gesturing to the far end of the cargo bay, toward the larger armaments for ships. I have Phase Pulse Cannons, and a Photon Cannon. I also have a few Plasma Blasters, they aren't as efficient but they are more accurate than the cannons. You might find these interesting. She tapped the row of personal hand helds. Most are bulky, designed for war, but you don't seem the type for that. This one here is a compression blaster. She picked up an intricately engraved silver colored half-sphere, with a grip on the flat side of the dome. Sliding it onto her hand, like a ring on a finger, she placed her thumb over the button trigger on the handle. You hold it like this, she showed him, with the dome facing the enemy, and press the button. It emits a compressed graviton blast stunning everything in it's path up to 50 paces away, for at least fifteen minutes. However, direct contact to almost any endoskeletal species is fatal. Be prepared for one hell of a kickback and mess if you try it it shatters their skull. Insectoids are a little tougher to kill, maximum setting is required, she pointed to the dial embedded in the handle. It takes a few direct hits to be effective. Not so good since you probably wouldn't want to be that close to most bugs in the first place, especially arachinds. Her brow lifted, That is if you even have bugs in your sector? The pernicious things seem to be everywhere. I don't classify Reticulans as bugs. Her head tilted, eyes turning back to the weapon, On the up side, it is effective through all known armor and metals, except Palladium III. Lya shrugged her shoulders, It is also ineffective against shielded ships. Slipping it off her hand she held it out to him. If you aren't actually interested in killing someone instantly, you'll not find a better weapon than this. Each cartridge contains 100 blast caps. Opening the tray below the weapon, she pulled out a button sized object. Holding it up between her fingers. This is the cartridge, she tilted the weapon to expose the bottom of the handle. Up to ten cartridges can be loaded here. That's a thousand rounds of ammo in the palm of your hand. It is also programmable to your hand print only. She dropped the cartridge back in the tray and closed it. But look the others over if you like. Nothing is loaded, so you can't hurt me or yourself. She wandered to the next section the electronics. I have holo-grids like the one you saw in my control room. Liquor and aphrodisiacs from every planet known to Telkrans. Here are all my computers and hook ups. I have a wet-wire links with adapters. Of course there is a bit of pain installing the device. She pressed the side of her neck just behind her ear. It's shot in here. A brain scan would be recommended before installation. While the unit is highly adaptable, I would want to be certain there were no abnormalities first. With the wetlink you can hook into any computer terminal. It feeds directly to the brain. Just close your eyes and think what you want it to do. Kind of radical, but you're always able to connect. It greatly enhances flight ability, by-passing archaic computer systems. Your mind can pilot the ship, your every thought a command. Handy for flying a ship in circles around an Imperial Class Hunter. Which brings me to the point. I 'am' a simple trader. As you can see, what I have here is barely worthy of mention to Imperials. They wouldn't send a fleet big enough to take over a sector after a single Telkran. And most certainly not into an area of such low technology. Pardon me for saying, but your species is hardly worth noticing.