Ok I've been setting on the landing foot of this stupid Sleipnir for the last 2 hours. Whoever owns it doesn't seem to be in a hurry to get back. I’ll give them a little more time, plus I really want to get off of this planet. Crap might as well up date my journal while I wait.
23 Days Ago
Thinker has to be the most brilliant of all the Evil “capital E” mad scientist wizards out there. His Über complicated plan which by the way I only understand maybe 1/10 of, is so out there I don’t even know where to start describing it. My part in this insane deal was to take robots apart and scrounge up all the best parts that didn't have damage and match them with other parts from other robots that are by no means compatible. Not compatible because despite preconceptions these metal monstrosities are as different individually as any two human people. I always thought they were extruded by some big robot extruder somewhere and they were like cookies, one the same as the next, not so. I did a quick calculation on how many mostly mutilated robots it would take to get enough of a sample to even consider this possible and came up with a pretty large number. Then he showed me his busted robot stash. Huge doesn't describe it. I have no idea how long he has been collecting these stupid things but they would fill the hanger deck of any Mothership 3 meters deep.
And they are not all drones either. There are robots of all shape sizes and descriptions are included. Luckily he helped me upgrade my pulsed quanta inspection tool with some awesome off the shelf never been used parts. Top of the line stuff not just random try this it might work variety. So I did what I could do to scan and catalog and tear out and measure and sort to find a complete set of 98% compatible robotic devices. Thinker said he projected the best we could hope for was like 96% but we got lucky I guess.
When I asked him what the parts I had been digging out of some untold number of robot corpses were for he leaned back and reflected for a moment. I was sure he was thinking of someway to dumb it down so I would understand but finally he said “Camouflage”. OK .. I thought that doesn't seem like a very good description and said “So .. you are going to use these parts to make yourself look like a robot ..” “Not exactly” he replied leaning forward on his tall stool. “The short version is the metal heads have some tech that I want and the only way to get it is to get close to them”. I thought about that and said “well from the looks of the robot junk yard that hasn't been a problem so far” I stared at him crossing my arms and tilting my head to the side indicating to him that this was a lame answer. He leaned more forward elbows on the bench top fingers tips together and said “they have a piece of tech that generates a hologram with mass”. “They what?” I responded. “Yeah .. it’s what I call a Holographic Matter Emitter” he answered looking pleased with himself. I was at a loss to even partially understand the repercussions of that. So he added “problem is the emitter is cleverly hidden and if you destroy the ‘solid’ hologram the matter stream disintegrates and does not reconstruct. Thus making the emitter invisible or rather undetectable and I want this emitter tech”
8 Day Ago
“Lisbeth come here for a sec” Thinker said in his off handed I’m thinking about something else but this might be important too sort of way. I asked “What do you need?” He said “What implant do you have?” “Implant?” I responded. “Yeah for mindforce which one do you have?” He asked. “Implant??” I asked again. He focused on me fully and said “You don’t have an implant?” I just stood there wondering what the heck he was talking about. He turned quickly and said “follow me”
OK that was strange I thought as I took off after him and his long legged strides. Soon we were at the shelves containing all sorts of tools and odd looking devices. “Here hold this” He said abruptly. He handed me a big Y shaped tool that had two handles on it. Then he dug through a box of egg shaped devices and finally found the one he was looking for. He handed it to me and said “put this in the insertion tool. Just there.” He pointed to a small egg shaped opening at the junction of the arms of the Y.
I did as he asked and said “what exactly is this thing?” “It’s an implant insertion tool. Just activate it and the device puts the implant in your head between the Temporal lobes of your brain allowing you to use the latent abilities you were born with”. He said looking at me with mild interest. “In my brain” I replied as I started to put the tool back on the shelf. He stopped my hand and said “Just grip the handles and give them a twist”. I looked at him with some serious suspicion and said “In my brain, inside of my head brain?” “Yes yes .. just twist the handles” He replied. I could tell he was becoming annoyed with me but I let the device hang at my knees and looked him in the eye and said “So .. why would I want to put this thing in my head? “ He spent about 15 minutes explaining what mindforce is and how this implant channels that energy with the help of a multitude of different types of chips that allow an individual to do marvelous things.
He seemed pretty sure that this was important and became quite insistent. I asked one final question much to his annoyance. I asked “well does it hurt to stick something that big in your brain?” He didn't answer he just grabbed the Y and moved it up positioning it in front of my face. He lowered his face toward me and cocked his mad scientist eyebrow and I twisted the handles.
It hurt a lot.
3 days ago
I was standing there between Mitch and Raven. The Reverend ‘Insane Guy to the max’ was talking. “It should be a quick in and out but given the heightened sense of paranoia the bone heads at CDF are pretending to show it might take a little longer”. He continued “I’ll drop us as close to the Space Station as possible and allow 10 seconds for you to teleport over to the Station and do whatever necessary to get control of the teleporter and get to the planet’s surface. On your signal I’ll send over the crate of Gen 10 Jam Raiders, no one else should be getting off the station for some good amount of time after they deploy”. Raven was her usual twitchy self and growled “10 seconds .. sure you can’t get the crate to the pad faster?” “That should be an adequate amount of time” the Reverend answered, ignoring her sarcasm. Then he looked at Mitch and said “You sure this little girl is up for this?” Mitch replied “No problem I have gone over the drill with her enough to know she understands the time constraints” “Good enough then” The Reverend answered.
About then Stalker walked down the ramp of the Privateer and stood there in all his stoic killer like quietness. Stalker is the quiet type that has like one mission in life and that is to make things dead around him. He was kinda handy though while I was digging in the robot pile. He was good at heaving things out of the way so I could see what was underneath. He said maybe 10 words the whole time we were sifting the piles. Mostly just he just grunted and looked bored which caused me to talk enough for both of us. Gotta say he kinda creeps me out some. The Reverend looked up and said “We good to go?” Stalker nodded and turned back to the ship and disappeared inside.
About 6 hours later we dropped out of warp within 10 meters of the Calypso Space Station. On cue we all teleported at the same instant and arrived less than 2 steps from the teleporter. Mitch took my hand and we materialized on the planet’s surface. As the shimmering around me cleared Stalker already had the beacon armed and was calling in the robot Dropship. Within a few minutes I saw it coming down through the clouds to stop right above us. The ramp descended and we entered. Robot ships have some amazing speed or maybe it’s a stasis thing but seemingly in no time at all we were being auto teleported into robot central. I shrugged my shoulders to shift the weight of the backpack Thinker had put together for this excursion. My part in this insane attack was to not get killed and find the emitter. I stayed right behind Mitch and Raven. Stalker was on point and was laying waste to everything in front of us. Raven and Mitch did their part picking off random stray drones. Each level we went up the robots became thicker and higher levels of generation. Our progress didn't slow much until we got to the upper levels. Then Raven and Mitch lagged back some protecting me more than attacking. Finally when we got to the top level Mitch said “OK Lisbeth showtime turn it on” I slapped the pad like device wrapped around my forearm and felt the mechanism on my back come to life.
Mitch and Raven took off at a run ahead of me catching up with Stalker. There were maybe a dozen of the holographic robots in the vicinity. These things are tough and obviously hard to hit. Each of the Wastelanders was in a battle having at minimum 2 of the things wailing away at them. I could see though my UI that they were all taking damage at a terrifying rate. I held back for a few moments then remembered the drills from the past day or so and headed forward quickly. I had the scanner out that Thinker had made for this occasion and was desperately trying to get any kind of reading. As soon as I thought I saw a pattern developing the matter stream would dissipate and the hologram would fold in and disappear. When there were only 2 holograms left I watched the Wastelanders take turns stepping in front and take huge amounts of damage. Mitch was the first to fall from a critical hit. Then Stalker went down but took one of the remaining Holographic Warlocks with him. That left Raven and me and the last Warlock. She took damage over and over again. She looked to the side and said “find the damn thing you little bitch move your ass” I stood beside her and scanned the area and saw a shimmering dot in the ceiling. “Got it” I shouted and saw Raven fall to her knees beside me. I isolated the signal and tried to highlight the device. When I was sure I had a good lock on it I turned to her as quickly as I could. I moved my arms like Thinker had shown me to activate the healing chip so the mind force energies would flow from me to her. She shook her head and pushed at the flooring with her left hand her light sword flaring back to life. Again and again I poured my weak mind force into her until she was standing and once again attacking the Hologram. “Are you sure you have it” she said through gritted teeth. “Got it .. yes yes yes .. I have it .. kill the damn thing” was my reply still wind milling my arms healing her.
Then it was dissolving. I heard Mitch running toward us his light sword hissing though the air closely followed by Stalker. They stopped next to Raven and looked around. “Did we get it?” Mitch asked. I pointed the scanner at the ceiling and said “Yep there it is .. all we have to do is dig it out”
Sometime later
I sat in the back of the Privateer and held the emitter on my lap. I must have dozed off because when I awoke Thinker was patting me on the head and pulling the emitter from my grasp. He didn't say anything he just smiled from ear to ear.
One day ago
Thinker and I were left alone again and he was hooking all kinds of stuff to the console he had installed the emitter into so I just wandered away. I opened my pad and found the location of the Falx Sword and headed there as quickly as I could. I found it and a bunch of other either too big to carry or too deadly looking to want to be near swords. I left the compound and flipped on my pad and dialed to radar mode.
Nothing but static. Crap.
OK vehicles what are the choices. I looked at the one seat transport that I had traveled here in the back of and climbed in to the cockpit. It started and away I went careening off boulders and trees and everything else in my path. Finally I had some distance between me and the compound and stopped to see where I was. Yeah like that makes sense .. middle of stinking nowhere. After I had driven for hours the vehicle stopped. I looked at the dials and gauges the only one in red was fuel. Double crap.
4 or 5 hours ago
So I walk. I drug the long sword behind me and finally decided that it was too much trouble to deal with and left it on a stone ledge. As I climbed over the stone I saw a Sleipnir parked in a small clearing. I ran towards it hands in the air shouting. No one was around. So I did a quick inspection of the VTOL and decided the person that owns it really doesn't know how to maintain vehicles.
I have been sitting here for almost 4 hours and no sign of the owner. I have already looked for an RK on board but only found a half meter of rusted welding wire. The cargo bin had a few odd bits of ore that I have decided I will leave here in a neat pile. I’m really not sure the thruster has more than two or three lifts left in it but I need to get out of here. The armored flight suit is really big. Like the person that owns it might be a little rotund. Huge actually. So I have used two big leather belts that held his worn out looking mining equipment to bunch it up so I can at least move around without dragging most of it behind me.
The star shaped crack in the wind screen is a concern but I’ll chance it. I push the throttle forward and pull back on the controls and up I go, black smoke bellowing out of the motors in a thickening cloud below me as I ascend.
Chapter 9 - Escape To What
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Disclaimer Part
None of the characters in this story / role play are real in the sense that this all takes place in a virtual world. None of the events depicted are real, come on its in space on a huge Mothership. Really?
The real parts are as follows:
The environment in which I do my role play is a game called Entropia Universe. Which is made by Swedish company called MindArk. MindArk has not authorized me to speak for them in any way nor do I intend to. But I will tell you it is a very fun game and it truly is what you make it.
Entropia Universe is a free to play game with a real cash economy. Here is a link to Entropia Universe
The Motherships do exist in the game and are owned and operated by individuals. The fleets of ships that Wasp works on are all part of the Entropia Fleet Alliance. These folks are pros at getting you across space in an efficient timely manner. They offer routine scheduled flights every day of the week.
Here is a link to the EFA Website – Entropia Fleet Alliance
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