The Dark Ship Options

[Franavu]

This is a story I've been writing for a while now, sort of an ongoing project. I think it is ready to be posted, or at least the first part of it.
The story is elder scrolls related, it'll just take a while to get there.

As English isn't my first language I hope you'll forgive me any spelling or grammatical mistakes I might have missed.

Okay, here goes the first bit, I hope you'll like it.
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The dark ship

The dark ship shot through the great void of space, on its way to a planet of legends…

Meanwhile,
Captain’s log, supplemental
We still haven’t found the smugglers’ ship we were send here to find, we lost its warp trail two days ago, we haven’t recovered it yet, and I don’t think we will. How we lost the ship is still a mystery to my crew and me, one minute it was there, the other it was gone and nowhere to be found.
I wonder what they were shipping, one more thing we have never been told, I don’t like this, I don’t like this one bit... [Pause]…What’s worse, my first officer, who is from this region of space, looks like he hasn’t slept the past few days. When I mentioned it to him, he murmured something about bad dreams. He clearly doesn’t want to talk about it and I haven’t pressed him…not yet at least.
This region has some pre-industrial civilizations, none the smugglers could have wanted to go to…I hope. We really don’t need Prime Directive issues; of course it has to be taken into account, at least until we know why they went this way.
[End of log entry]


The dark ship stopped, they had lost their pursuers, for now. His red eyes shone with hope.

Captain’s log, supplemental
Still no smugglers, I have ordered to search all the inhabited planets for the ship…I don’t really expect anything from it, but I just had orders from command to keep looking…No reason given. This is madness, the bloody ship can be anywhere by now, I hope they have a damn good reason for all of this… [Pause]
I spoke with my first officer this morning, he looked worse again…I couldn’t keep ignoring it. First he evaded my questions, but I kept pressing. So at last he told me about his dreams, about a woman speaking to him at night, about glowing red eyes in the dark and strangely enough about large sugar crystals. I have advised him to talk to the ships counsellor about this; I hope he will follow my advice.
He also spoke about the stories of his people. Their legends tell about an exile from their birth planet by red eyed warriors and about lesser, greater and false gods. The stories say this exile happened because they had become so arrogant they thought they wouldn’t need the gods anymore. Sounds like a standard tale of hubris to me, earth must have dozens of them.
[End of log entry]

[Franavu]

Ah, yes, the guy in the red shirt who should have "Dead Man" written on his forehead.

There you are killing of redshirts and you don't even realize you're doing it. Poor ensign Jones.
Anyway here's the next update, but before I post I have to say that the guy who is named in it isn't who you may think it is, further details will be revealed in lather posts.
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He woke up, in far less pain than he would have expected. When he opened his eyes he saw the sterile lights of a star ship. So, they had saved him, and now he was their prisoner. Without moving he sent out his mind to ascertain if there were other people in this room.
He found one. Still without moving he readied a paralyzing spell. Then in one move he got up from his bed and threw the spell at the person. But it bounced off from a barrier between them. How could this be, if it was a magical field he would have sensed it. The woman turned around and looked at him.
Then with a soft woosh the doors opened. A tall man entered. One with the unmistakable air of command about him. He spoke softly with the woman.
Then he moved towards him.
“I wouldn’t try anything if I were you, would you imagine the uses a forcefield could have?” the man said. Trying to gather his thoughts he stared at him.
“So do you want to tell us who you are?” the man again.
“You couldn’t begin to understand who I am man.” The others’ attitude had riled him.
“Try me. Let’s start whith what species you are, shall we.”
“That question only shows your ignorance. But I’ll humour you. I am of the Dunmer, or dark elves as the others call us. My people hail from Morrowind, from the borders of Argonia to the dusty slopes of Red Mountain…Now, did that help?”
“It’s a start.” He could see that the man didn’t have a clue what he was talking about. “A name would be helpful too.”
“I have many names man, most which would not mean a thing to you. But for the sake of this conversation, call me Fyr.”
“And that is your real name then?”
“It is as good a name as any. And now…who are you?”
“I am the captain of this ship, call me captain or sir, whichever you prefer…Fyr.”
It was as he had thought, this man was in command, but now that he had shed his confusion he definitely had the upper hand over this…captain. Even though the other might think differently.
“So, am I your prisoner?”
“We saved your life Fyr, show some gratitude.”
“Should I be grateful for being a prisoner, man? You have made a mistake greater than you could ever imagine.”
“Like I said, you can call me captain or sir.” He could see the man was angry. Good, he would be making mistakes now. “And I would like to know what this mistake would be. And what those things on the surface were, I have a feeling you know something about that too.”
So, they did not know about the animunculi, should he tell him the truth? They might be useful. In his long life he had found few men worthy of his attention and this might be one of them, or not. He had something, or maybe it was just wishful thinking. He would see.
“The mistake will show itself in good time, as for these things, as you call them…They are called animunculi, made by an ancient race. They have a considerable lifespan. I would be careful…captain, they can be quite deadly. ”
“As you almost found out, I’m sure. We want to get into your ship, how do we get in?” So his protection had proven to be sufficient.
“I’m afraid I can’t do that captain. May I ask under whose authority are you holding me?” The man hesitated, it was barely a moment but he noticed it nevertheless.
“We have direct orders from the Starfleet high command to hold you and impound your ship and its contents.”
A slow grin spread over his face. “But we are not in Federation territory anymore, are we? You have no jurisdiction here captain.”
The man hesitated again, perhaps to rethink his strategy, he could respect that. “Remember Fyr, we also saved your life and I am certainly within my rights to hold you here in sickbay to make sure you are all right.”
“I can assure you captain that I am. So if you would let me go now.”
“No offence to you Mr. Fyr, but I’d rather have my doctor confirm that and she just told me that it could take a while.”
Beside an astonished look from the doctor, it was not a bad strategy indeed. It might have been even better if he had informed the doctor first.
Then the doors opened again. A man entered the room, no not man but mer like him, and not like him. One of those he had been looking for. His grin grew wider. The other took one look at him and stopped dead in his tracks. Fear and confusion obvious in his face. After a few seconds he turned around and strode, almost ran, out.
The captain mumbled: “What the hell?” And then to him, “We will talk again, until then you are staying here.” And then he rushed out too.
Alone with the doctor he sat on the bed, and nodded slowly, this would be very interesting indeed.