The Dark Ship Options

[treydog]

Captain’s log, supplemental
My bad feelings came true; the away mission was a disaster, even though we achieved our primary goal. We managed to get the smuggler. But at high cost…Ensign Jones is dead…He was a good man, he worked in security…

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

Great story. I really enjoy your adept weaving together of the diverse elements. It shall be a treat to see where you take us. Perhaps "...where no man (or elf) has gone before."

[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.

[Franavu]

***Announcement***

This story is not dead!

Hey you in the back, I can see you rolling your eyes. No, don't deny it.

I'm serious, it isn't dead.

***End of Announcement***

So, I got that out of my system. I'm planning to continue this story. (No, really I am)

In the next chapter the captain isn't going to be happy.
You can't blame the poor man, really. I mean he's outside federation space, he can't get into the ship he's supposed to get into, he was just in a fight with ancient machinery, his 'guest' is being a pain, and now his first offcer is acting up.

So he's unhappy, very unhappy, the kind of unhappiness in which swearing may be involved.
And there's my problem. I don't know the words the autocensor is going to respond to. So, to avoid a story filled with spotted owls and whatnot, I would greatly appreciate it if someone could pm me a list with words I can't use. Now I'm assuming the pm system doesn't censor. If it does pm me amyway and I'll send you my e-mail addres.

Well thanks in advance, and with a bit of luck a new chapter will be up soon.

This post has been edited by Franavu: Sep 20 2006, 01:41 PM

[jack cloudy]

Hmm, I always use behind instead of the words that talk about a person's, rear end. You know, instead of kicking his **** it is 'kicking his behind'. Works like a charm for me.

And please continue. I love Star Trek. (Well, I love Scotty, Bones, Spock and Kirk. Those four are funny! ,,Don't worry captain, I know this ship like the back of my hand!" Walks into a pipe and drops down unconscious. )

[Franavu]

That might work, or I can have him swallowing his words, like "the complete and utter bastr...", it will be in his log after all.

[Franavu]

As promised, an update. It's a bit short this time, but I'll post the next part as soon as I get the chance run it through a spelling checker.
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Captain’s log, supplemental
The arrogant son of a... That complete and utter bas…That red eyed stuck up little twat. And Number One, what the hell is up with him, I mean… What the hell do I mean? Gods this is no good. [Pause]
All right, I’m calm now. I’ll start again…The interview with the prisoner did not go well. No, that’s an understatement, it was a disaster. He is an unhelpful, uncooperative, arrogant, piece of sh…I let him get to me.
At least he gave us his name, Fyr, if it’s his real one. And he said he was from a place called Morrowind. Never heard of it, it isn’t in our records either. From the borders of Argonia to the dusty slopes of Red Mountain, not very helpful… He also seemed to know a lot more about those creatures, or animunculi as he called them, than he’s telling us…I’ll have to find a way to get more information out of him. [Pause]
And of course there is the matter of my first officer…For the past days his behaviour has been erratic to say the least. But now…He all but ran from sickbay when he saw our guest…I have summoned him to my ready room, I let him be before, but this has really gone too far… I want some answers and I want them now…He hasn’t been honest with me, I’m sure of that and that bothers me. He has never before acted like this, but when we entered this region of space…It is not that he changed, not really…There were the dreams of course, but at least he was honest about them…He just got more and more withdrawn…More quiet really…I should have seen he was not telling me something, but I trusted him. Of course I did, he was my first officer…He still is, but whether he will be depends on the talk I’m going to have with him…I wouldn’t like to strip his rank from him…Not now, not here, outside the Federation, weeks away from the closest starbase. Anyway, I’ll attach a recording of our conversation to my log. In case it is needed for disciplinary purposes…God, I hope not [Pause]
[Door chime]
There he is, computer start recording.
[End of log entry]

[Franavu]

Okay, I'm back again, I finally found the spelling chek on my computer (It was hiding between mineland and Oblivion). So the next update is here.
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Recording of interview of First Officer; present: Captain and First Officer.
CHello Number One, please sit down.
FO: Sir.
[Pause]
C: Are you going to tell me what the hell is going on?
FO: Going on, sir?
C: No! No, don't do this...Just don't, don't play stupid. I know something is going on with you, And you are going to tell me what it is. Right here, right now.
FO: It is...complicated, sir.
C: I'm sure it is, Number One. But you are going to tell me anyway.
FO: It is...it is related to my peoples legends. Look sir, I don't want to bother you with this. I'm probably imagining things anyway...
C: It's a bit late for that, isn't it? Just go on.
FO: Yes sir...Well like I said, my peoples legends...I'll have to tell you a bit about them.
C: I'm listening.
FO: Like I told you the other day, we didn't evolve on what is now the central world of the Due Mari empire. Our legends say that we were once the greatest race on an other world, but that we were exiled from them.
Some say it happened after a natural catastrophe others say it was after a great war. The truth, if the legend is true at all, is lost to history.
In any case, small strife is present in all legends. Our people were the most technologically advanced race. There is also mention of magic and moving beyond that.
Anyway, the legends speak of people of our race but different from us. People with grey skin and red eyes. Somewhat like the man who is now in sickbay.
They weren't devils, but they were directly or indirectly responsible for our exile. They are the evil in all our stories. Those we tell our children, those that were told to us when we were young. Somewhat similar to the human bogeyman I believe.
Well, That's one thing, and then there are the dreams.
C: Yes...these dreams.
FO: Well...I keep seeing people like him in my dreams, clad in armour, with swords and bows. They are fighting a huge war...and then there is darkness, and I wake up.
It may or may not mean anything, but it is certainly unsettling.
C: I see...Do you know anything about this planet below us?
FO: I think this is the planet we first ended up on, after our exile. It was thought to be lost after we moved on to other planets, but maybe we were wrong.
C: and these creatures we encountered?
FO: They were meant to be guardians I think, I'm not sure.
C: All right, thank you for finally telling me this. The next time I speak to Fyr I want you to be there, understood?
FO: Aye, aye sir.
C: Good, dismissed.
[End of recording]

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Why do these posts look so short, it's almost a page in word. Anyway, next time an other conversation with the elusive Fyr, as soon as I get it written that is.

[jack cloudy]

Well, it does pique my interest. From what I've gathered, I get the impression that the FO is a descendant of the Dwemer. That doesn't explain the stories about the grey people with red eyes. At the time of the Dwemer's disappearance, the Dunmer were still the goldenskinned Chimer. The transformation happened a bit later.

And I am too surprised all the time by how short my updates seem after I transfer them from Word. I try to ignore it though. It's no big deal anyway. So now give us the next update, please. Make it so.

[The Metal Mallet]

Having a wide-screened computer monitor makes it all the much more shorter as well. It's always interesting for me to look at this site on my work computer, everything seems so much more longer.

Anyways, I am also interested in what's going on here. Looks like the Dwemer only shifted planets instead of planes of existence according to your story. Pretty cool if ya ask me.