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Conflux, Finale

Commander St. Peter sat in her ready room, smiling as she stared down at the PADD in her hands.  On it, a picture of the three girls smiled back up at her: herself, the other Jessica, and Anafenza.  They’d taken it just the day before, that night in Hurricane Hal’s, as they waited to return to their homes.  She’d let the other Jess take the photo, and then gave a printed copy to Anafenza to keep along with her communicator.  Since the linkpearl had been fused to it during their rescue, it was inoperable…but it did make for a nice amulet of sorts for the woman. Temporal Prime Directive be damned, she thought; no one would be able to trace it anyway.  If anyone even believed the young au ra’s story anyway…

Her door chimed, and she looked up.  “Come in,” she called, and the doors parted to allow her first officer and science officer into the room.  Both wore concerned expressions on their faces, but Sano, her trill science officer, looked the most concerned.  “Dossu, Nizeri…what’s going on?”

Obruz Dossu looked to the other woman and nodded, the bajoran deferring to the science officer.  Nizeri Sano cleared her throat.  “Commander, there might have been a problem…”

“A problem?”

She nodded.  “We based all of our calculations on the assumption that the women were using our reality as one anchor, and that they were tethered to their own realities.  Every reality has a unique quantum signature; anything that originates there bears that same signature, and anything that comes from outside will have a conflicting signature.  The other Jessica and Anafenza had different quantum signatures, which we identified and based our calculations on.”

Jessica nodded.  “Ok, right.  Makes sense.  So what’s the problem?”

“We didn’t know about you!”

Jessica blinked, taken aback.  “Excuse me?”

Obruz cleared his throat. “We discovered an anomaly in your quantum signature.  And when we researched it more we…began to realize why the Andromeda mission – the one you and Wirstowx originated from – is classified at such high levels.”

“My signature is different…because I was born in the Andromeda Galaxy?”  Jessica shook her head.  “That doesn’t make sense…”

“It wouldn’t, no. Because, it shouldn’t make a difference. There would be some variance owing to location within the universe itself, but it would be similar enough.  No, yours is completely different.”  Sano shook her head.  “Yours has a known match, too.  You’re from the ‘Mirror Universe’.”

Jessica went wide-eyed at this, then turned to Obruz.  The bajoran first officer nodded.  “We checked with Admiral Scott; he confirmed it to us, after we pressed the importance of understanding why this went wrong.  The Andromeda mission didn’t just go to a different galaxy; it crossed the universal barrier as well.”

“He couldn’t give us access to the reports from that time, but he did explain a certain…’quantum inversion’ that occurred as ships passed through the gateway Starfleet used to get to Andromeda.  It wasn’t until the Aventine tried to meet the expedition using its conventional slipstream drive that the inversion was even discovered and studied.  But by the time we began to understand it, the expedition ended.  The ships returned home, and all of the data was classified.”

Jessica shook her head, her thoughts racing with implications.  Still, they hadn’t explained the problem to her.  “Alright…but how is this a problem?  What happened to the other two women?  What happened to Jessica and Anafenza?”

Sano shook her head and sighed.  “The calculations we used to anchor them here relied on our quantum signature.  Before we realized you were acting as the tether to them.  If we had been able to modify to match your quantum signature, it would have worked. We believe, when we inserted you into the equation, the navigational sensors used your unique quantum signature and anchored the women in the mirror universe.”

“Meaning?”

“We discovered a similar inversion during the transport process.”  Sano looked apologetically at Jessica.  “And before you ask; no, we can’t lock back on and rescue them.  We’re too far out of sync now.  They are where they are now.  I’m sorry.”

Jessica stared down at the picture of the three of them, then back up to her officers.  “So…where did we send them?”

“Near as we can tell,” the science officer replied, “some form of a parallel universe similar to their own reality.”  She bit her lip and frowned sadly.  “I’m…really sorry Jess.  If we’d known…”

Jessica shook her head, picking up the PADD again.  Her cheeks felt hot, and she feel tears forming.  “Please…get out.”

Once the door shut behind them, Jessica tossed the PADD to the side and, burying her face in her hands, began to sob.

 Meanwhile, elsewhere in time and space…

The transporter effect subsided, and Jessica St. Peter blinked, looking around at the city buildings surrounding her.  She expected to be deposited back in her home on Cap Au Diable, but perhaps the convergence and the transport technobabble she’d been subjected to didn’t have quite as accurate aim.  She stepped out from between the buildings, looking around.  That’s when it hit her.

All the banners.  The gold stars.  The images of an emperor standing victorious and benevolent, not towering over his minions with outstretched claws.  She wasn’t in the Rogue Isle.  She wasn’t even in Paragon City…

“Oh shit…” she said, with terrifying realization.  She immediately took to the skies with a whirlwind around her, making it harder to see her. She passed a banner and saw in large writing her fear’s confirmed.

Praetoria.

“I’m on Praetorian Earth,” she said, cursing again.  “I can’t be caught here, not if he is still alive here.  I need to get back, how to get back…”

She scanned the streets for the tell-tale ramshackle armor of the Resistance.  If anyone knows how to get back, she thought, they would know.  Just gotta bust a few heads…

 Elsewhere in time and space, further still…

The twinkling of chimes subsided, but the blinding light still filled Anafenza’s vision.  She squinted, looking around in confusion.

She was on a small hill, covered in bright pink and purple flowers.  Small roofs poked up out of the ground, the huts seemingly built built into the hills.  In the distance, on a small lake, rose a large castle with beautiful filigree wings spread behind it.  But the sky…the sky was nothing but blinding light.  No clouds, no sun – not even warmth, she noted, as she shivered in the breeze.

Small giggles echoed around her, and whispered, child-like voices from unseen speakers surrounded her.  “What’s this?  A mortal!”  “She just came from a pillar of light!”  “It’s a mortal!  Here!” “Is she a sin-eater?”

Anafenza spun around in confusion.  “Who’s there? Where am I?”

“Doesn’t know where she is? Poor thing…”  “I want to play!”  “No, it’s my turn!”

A cacophony of “my turns” smothered Ana, and she dropped to the ground in a panic.  The dark aether began to seep from her side as she slammed her eyes shut, the voices ringing in her horns.

Then, there was silence, and a small finger poked her in the nose.  Ana opened her eyes a smidge.

The small faerie-like being grinned at her, dark eyes regarding her playfully.  “Well you’re definitely not a sin eater,” it said with a happy giggle. “I’m Eo Aenc.  We’re going to have fun but first,” they looked up, then with a flutter moved forward to tug on Ana’s horns.  “We need to get moving!  I don’t want to turn my new friend into a leafman right now; mortals are so few in our realm.  Come, get up! They’re coming!”

“What…who…who is coming?” Ana scrambled to her feet and took a few staggering steps forward, turning to look behind her.

Large, grotesque creatures bounded towards her, their hides porcelain white, eyes dark and devoid of life.  The auras around them brightened the air, making it difficult to even look upon them.

Anafenza screamed, taking off after Eo Aenc into the relative safety of the realm of the fae, Il Mheg...

@stormscream is enveloped in a growing darkness… and @steelcarbuncle, @laznenharuya, @thefadingsong, @eightswordsparrow, @little-purple-thundercloud, @mercermachines, and Von Hipper try to figure out what’s going on.

Color Quiz!

Thanks for the poke on this one, @little-purple-thundercloud.

What’s funny is...I didn’t cheat this for Ana, either...

Got her favorite color...wow.

That is Ana completely.  Romance isn’t off limits...and she loves to be close to people

Please reblog if you are willing to RP with an Asexual character.

And I don’t mean no romance. I just mean literally no literal sex. Rp all the romance!

1st Sun, 5th AM

Why is it, after all this time, I still hope for peace instead of violence?  That woman said it best, how can i be so naive?

Because I very nearly met the end of a blade, and it wasnt my fault.   I was hoping for peace that day too and it ended with a death.  even With her blood on my hands I know i was not fully to blame

and i know this man was evil i could see it written all over his stupid little face and in his aura   he had no remorse   I know he was sincerely scared of us all but he wasn’t apologetic, not enough to change.  But even despite that, he wasn’t armed.  His goons had fled.  He was no threat.

I fear so often that maybe we’re NOT in the right, not all the time.  How are we any different from that man, from Garlemald, from nemesis, if we’re willing to put a man to the sword with little justice except our own?   why do they think that just because we have such power that we have liberty to exercise it whenever we feel?   I was scared tonight - everyone seemed ready to murder this man.  for what reason??  he loaned money to one of ours and demanded payment back?  and when HE decided payment wasn’t enough, now we execute him?  Uldah has laws for his kind.   it’s not complete anarchy there

I hoped he’d want to live.  he made his choice, and i will not lose sleep tonight over the fact that he was cut down AFTER he tried attacking.  But I fear I will lose sleep knowing I am sleeping so close to people i consider my family because i keep seeing this side of them that is no different than the people i tried to entreat for peace before.

they took control of my mind and had me try to kill Lyta for them.   and I very nearly succeeded.

what will this “family” do to me when i oppose them again?

New blog for (one of) the new character(s)! I think this account still gets the messages and what not, but hopefully stories go on the other one. I’ll reblog here as well unless folks follow. :) Enjoy!

New Character, New Blog!

This is a separate blog for a new character! Hope you enjoy! :)

This Journal is Earning its Keep...

I don’t know if he felt the same way.  I know for me it was...odd?  To just hold a conversation with...some disinterest?  To not focus on his voice and just his words?

And to not act like anything happened, and yet for it to be apparent that it was not ok?  I think I make sense.  I know what I mean, shut up.

Lyta is Lyta.  That she has lovers has always been constant.  I wish I could know what it is about her.  But so does Kahlua.  Anzu.  Sasari.  Wicked white, even Kaoru now, they have someone they are seeing romantically.  Not sure why that bothers me...

What is it about me?  Why am I unlovable?  What do they see about me that I can’t see?  What is it about them that I cannot be?

Is it this scar?  Is Suzume right?  I killed that woman, and now I’m the monster?  And they all see it in me?

Journal Entry 4

Its now been a few weeks...perhaps even a moon or more I cant remember anymore.  my heart still feels cleaved cloven in two.  the cafe is empty...completely dead of life.  staying in kugane is harder still...i cannot stand the wait to go to the steppes.  to see kiratai.  to find the graves.  we have so many unanswered questions and i miss them terribly

Another entry...

i still wish I hadn’t said anything to Lyta. Just let her bring the mangey maingey mangei dirty cat with her. And no, I didn’t know she was handling things in private because it was in private - every time we were in public it was like she just ignored what happened. i would have never known she was supporting me. Im thankful Anzu was there to back me up but also to keep us...more civil than anything else

i miss lyta. I need to ask her about thise these problems. the song. the scar. The dreams. Did that girl Jessika have them too? Hear the song too? And why, everytime I touch my sword (which has become even more awkward to control and use) the word “Bloodthorn” screams in my mind.

we think we found where the twins were being held. thank the twelve their they’re still alive...Master Zezewai is going to infiltrate another possible location alone, but I’m sure Lyta and Elrick are correct so I will be going with them, assuming Lyta doesn’t turn my words and intentions against me and force me to stay back with Myra. I just want to make sure they’re safe. I hope we can save them