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Rings of Fate S2xE8 – Destiny – DEHuman IV (pt.3)


​Even though engineering computers were working, they only could use the analogue frequency of the radio for communication. And data retrieval. 

Watching the progress bar was a mind numbing, and painful experience, but the promise of obtaining the program sent by the harpies gave the task a silver lining of hope. “I must say, this poses a danger, what if they have control over Kismet and send their own program?” Schultz sat beside the Admiral. 

“It isn’t connected with the rest either, I may be desperate, but not foolish.” Bored Mirella kept her eyes fixed on the screen.


“Once we have it, you make sure it is legitimate, if so, distribute it, I need to check on your detainees.” Breathing out her frustration she rose from her seat and left the room, Justine wanted to follow but was dismissed with a wave of the Admiral’s hand. 

While the plan for the analogue transmission of the Harpy program was devised and prepared, Schultz had informed her of a group of DEHumans he had detained after they broke down in engineering, trying to access the computers there. 

Well aware that everyone outside the main engineering area still might be a linker Mirella marched through the hallways. Schultz had relied on humans as communication carriers for two reasons. One was to prevent the linkers from listening in. The other was to expose the couriers to the node that Wallis had kept, to see if they would react to it. 

Feeling kind of relieved to see all those young men and women still buzzing around she navigated to the local brig. 

“Admiral on deck!” An all too eager Ensing yelled as she entered the facilities. “At ease.” Came her mumbled reply. 

Slowly she walked past the cells, packed with people, all standing still, like eerie living mannequins, with their eyes closed. Surely linked and far away with their brethren on the Ark1. 

She studied their faces, to see if there was anyone she knew personally. Sure, she had not only memorised the names of her subordinates, but also their faces to a certain extent. Everyone looked familiar to some point.

No one in the cells looked familiar enough to her to trigger an emotional response. “Where are your people gathering?” 

No reaction. Not from the person directly behind the bars, not from anyone. “I need to know, so we can coordinate your transfer.” Still nothing.

“I know that you have taken a lot of landing craft from either Explorer or Horizon, an entire ring by the looks of it, I will not let you steal that many crafts from Destiny.” She stopped at the last cell. Andrew Galeson stood behind the bars, a well known actor, from a tele novella set on Destiny’s infirmary on gamma. 

Somewhat saddened she studied his face. Looks like you will die in the series. “Listen here, we will retake the ship eventually, and then there will be no escape. We won’t let you leave, and your friends out there won’t shoot at us, because they could be killing you.” 

“Admiral!” The soothing voice of Galeson called her back. “Don’t overestimate our worth as leverage. Even if you should succeed in taking back your vessel, which is unlikely, we are linked. Our memories, personalities and thoughts are within the link. If our bodies die, we will live on.” His slick smile was something she admired in the series, but now it disgusted her. “We’ll see.” She hissed turning around.

“Don’t underestimate us!” All the detained people shouted as one after her as she left.

Restlessly Justine paced arpund the engine room, the waiting game wasn’t her foray. “Sit down, or go on some errands, but stop wearing out the floor of my engine room!” Annoyed the chief engineer threw her a gaze that could freeze boiling water in an instant. “We need an update from the group keeping watch on deck 12, tube exit 8. If you won’t stop, I’ll send you instead of an Ensign.” 

With an angry hiss Justine sat down, looking back at the progress bar. 

No change. 

Watching Schultz act like the second in command, Justine couldn’t help but wonder about the consequences of the new DEHuman outbreak. 

Would she get promoted? Were the plans of the three ships in jeopardy, as the linkers could easily zip ahead and claim RV-p296 as their own?

“How is the download doing?” Admiral Jagodic entered the premise of the young woman. “Eighty percent.” Surprised by the high number Justine realised how long she had sat there pondering. 

“Good, Schultz, do you have another node for me?” 

Pointing at the mess of wires, chips and other things in front of him, he shook his head, ever so gently. “Sorry, not yet.” 

Not showing her disappointment she put her hands on her hips and looked at the console above which the other node was hidden. “Do we have intercom back?” 

Diverting his attention only for a fraction of a moment from his work, Herman looked at her. “No. Not for what you’re thinking off.” He tipped at his glasses, indicating that audio only was available, as signals would need to be transmitted analogue, and thus couldn’t disrupt the link. 

Crappy Birthday in September 

Quite literally. 

For the city dwellers who can’t get enough of that sweet, sweet guano producing fowl that is ever omnipresent in urban areas the world over. 


Fathered crap bags. Cast in stone…or clay. 

“It reminded me of you.” Normally this can be a quite romantic line, but with this, you can tell a yuppie what you think of them. Urban crap bag. Ucrab. 

Crappy Birthday! A.

Rings of Fate S2xE8 – Destiny – DEHuman IV (pt.2)


Strains of her dark hair floated in front of Mirella’s face as the entered the central tube hub, where gravity was non existent. Surface tension kept the sweat beads on her skin. “I have pressurised the cryogenic chamber tube, we can go.” 

Why am I even here? I hate zero G! “Alright, move on out, people.” I’m the Admiral, I should remain in the command centre, or close to it, instead I’m floating through a tube in the spine of the Destiny. What am I? Insane?

The lights came on as soon as they opened the pressure seal doors. Seemingly infinite the tube stretched out before them, running on until it reached the hub on alpha. It was narrow, as the cryogenic chambers with people from earth took up place on one side of the tunnel. 

“Where are we going?” Justine asked one of the questions that Mirella had dreaded. “Engineering.” Good one. “They cut off our access to the computers, we cut off their power. If possible.”

Sounding way more confident in her plan than she felt, Mirella continued to move on. 
Communication with the Kismet was lost near the center of subalpha, and impossible in the central tube with the cryo chambers. Too much interference, too much stuff in the way for a radio signal to penetrate. 

The thing that Mirella hated the most about their journey to subgamma, were the hubs, with the fast spinning siphons. At the last siphon of the journey Mirella feared to be smashed against a wall, and subsequently falling to her death, but found a rather pleasant surprise waiting. On the other side of the hub was a recess with a maintenance cab in it.

Being as they were manually driven, the computer lockout didn’t have an effect on it. As she entered the open cab she thought she needed to make sure such a cab is always parked at the other end of the spine as well. Just to be sure in the future.
“We have some control over subgamma.” The voice of her chief engineer, a man called Schultz, of german descent, came over the intercom as they left the tube network. Continuously Justine had tried to raise someone, now her efforts were rewarded. “But we are out of contact with the rest of the ship.” Two men in armor and guns turned the corner, raised their weapons. “Linkers?”

“No.” Mirella remained calm, despite having a gun pointed at her face. Uncertain the two men exchanged a look. “How can we be certain?” 

Mirella looked over her shoulder. She wished she knew how to be certain, as far as she knew each of her team could be linked. “Would we be travelling with a maintenance cab after crawling through the cryo tube in zero G if we were linkers? They are in control of everything, remember?” 

Somewhat satisfied with her repkly the two lowered their guns. “Schultz has set up a command base in main engineering.” They waved the Admiral and her entourage to follow. 

Although she had seen main engineering before, Mirella couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed by the look of it. 

Only half of the displays showed the lockout screen that had crippled her command centre. Subgamma’s barracks must’ve been empty, as all the privates, ensigns and trainees were running around in engineering.

“Greetings Admiral.” The chief engineer approached her, mustered her and her group with an alert eye. Out of nowhere a satisfied grin appeared on his lips. “I hereby transfer command to the Admiral!” All personnel in the room saluted her, and remained standing still. 

“Carry on.” She stammered. “How could you be certain that we’re not linkers?” 

Schultz pointed at the displays in the back of the room, the ones that displayed the fusion reactor stats. “My predecessor from the time the linkers made trouble, kept one of their reprogrammed nodes hidden, and easy to turn back on. He also disconnected engineering from the main computer. Closely linked, but separate. When they showed up and took over the ship, his firewalls kept them from taking engineering, we just severed the physical connections, to keep it that way.” 

Intrigued by that paranoia driven ingenuity that seemed to have paid off, Mirella felt relief. “We need to retake the ship.” She sat down on a console in locked mode.

How had Bill Wallis been able to achieve that level of tinkering with Destiny’s systems without knowledge of the admiralty? Under normal circumstances Mirella would call for an investigation, maybe even a tribunal hearing, but she was actually quite comfortable with those developments.

“I thought so.” Herman Schultz nodded, “Unfortunately, there isn’t much we can do with the locked computers.”

Both the chief engineer and the Admiral turned to Justine who was in contact with the Kismet again. An idea came to the Admiral’s mind.

Cooking Pro-Tips II

 For real men there’s no such thing as too much cocoa.

Thirty years later…

 For real men there’s no such thing as too much coffee.

Rings of Fate S2xE8 – Destiny – DEHuman IV (pt.1)

​Howling alarms had driven the command crew of Destiny to the command centre. Admiral Jagodic reached it first, relieving the nightshift of their command.

Icy fear grasped at her heart, as the viewscreen displayed a Harpy ship, one by one her officers arrived. First officer commander Sioban Conroy, and her husband, lieutenant commander Sean Conroy, security officer.

Nightshift’s commanding officer Justine Lacroix manned communication. The navigation panel remained with Frédéric Belle. “What’s going on?” Mirella Jagodic barked in the middle of all the chaos.

“They appeared out of no where, hailing on all frequencies.” Justine gave her initial report of the situation. “Lasers at maximum.” Came Sean’s ready signal. 

“Kismet reports readiness as well.” 

“What do they want?” Mirella remained concentrated, despite sleeping for only two hours before the alarm came. 

“They’re warning us that,” Justine paused, “the networkers are going to arrive at any moment, to prevent them from prying away too many of our crew we must set lose a program in our communication network. They have an authentication from Horizon.”

For a moment the Admiral pondered what a networker might mean, but it hit her after a second or two. 

“Linkers!” She jumped from her seat. “Do it!” 

“I must object, it might be a trick from them to wreak havoc on our systems, so they can overpower us.” The lieutenant commander’s objection caused the Admiral to gaze over her shoulder. “They could overpower us in any case, they don’t need these tricks.” She raised her eyebrows, punching in the codes sent from the harpies. 

“Program is fully uploaded. Setting it free,” Mirella paused, an alarming beep from the navigational console drew her attention. 

“Another vessel on approach, Ma’am.” And I thought space was vast and quiet!

“It’s the Ark1, sort of.” Immediately the nav officer put the image on the main viewscreen. Misshapen, more resembling a technological potato than a ship, the Ark1 moved closer. Without warning they began attacking the Harpy ship, which took a few hits, before retreating to a safer distance, where they had an easier time evading the beams sent from Ark1.

After a few moments of that dance the Harpies vanished, presumably jumping away. “Incoming transmission!” Justine sighed.

“Put it through.” 

“We are the collective mind of the Digitally Enhanced Human race, aboard your ships are members of our kind. Let them go unharmed and no harm shall come to you.” 

With an audible signal it was clear the transmission ended. 

Quite surprised, if not stunned Mirella turned to her crew with an inquisitive expression on her face. “Options?” 

“None.” Sean Conroy stepped back from his console. “We suggest you let us proceed to our people, Ma’am.” Sioban also left her post. 

Not noticing her mouth was open, Mirella sat down. 

The others in the command centre had pulled out their side arms, aimed at the two Conroys. With a wave of her hand she gestured them to lower the guns, as they surely had established a connection with the Ark1. 

“Your demands?” For a moment the two seemed to think, but replied with one voice: “We need more of the ores in storage, storage capacity, and free passage for our people. The ties between our species diverge from this point forward.” 

Without further word the two left the command centre. Trying to access the computer Mirella swung around in her chair, but found she was locked out, and the program received from the harpies had been deleted. 
Plain metallic walls spanned all around Mirella and Justine, followed by a team of seven security guards, as they climbed up a tube. Three technicians tagged along to ensure that no cab was going to run them over.

Cursing herself and her predecessors for not following the DEHuman threat up, Mirella was in the vanguard of the group. It would’ve been relatively easy to sneak the jamming devices away and turn them back on every year or so, compared with the problems they faced at that very moment. 

Locked out of every major system, no intercom, in an instant Mirella had lost control over her ship! “Ma’am!” The yell came from Lacroix. 

“Yes, Justine?” 

The young woman smiled as Mirella glanced down the ladder. “I’m getting something on the radio! It’s old fashioned, and distorted, but I believe it’s the Kismet.”

Hastily Mirella fumbled with her glasses. Indeed she too could make out a radio signal from Kismet. 

It was faint and hard to make out, but as far as they could gather, Kismet had been able to implement the program from the Harpies, still they had a group of implanted people asking for release. 

“Aprise their commander of our situation, and that we’re working on retaking the ship.” Hoping that Justine wouldn’t ask how she planned on doing that, Mirella continued to climb. 

Cooking pro-tips I

Real men don’t cry cutting onions, they make onions cry.

Rings of Fate S2xE7 – Horizon – Harpies (pt.5)


Half of an agonising hour passed, before another series of jolts rocked the cab around. Retreated into her mind Jane looked around as if she watched a movie. Suddenly gravity kicked in, and a pressure seal was established at the door that chaim had used the interface at. 

It opened with a noisy hiss. 

Three people were in the other room, the two women were dirty, the man sitting at the computer panel was only using one arm, the other was in a sling.

“Technician Junkic to command centre, we have them.” Relieved Jane opened the seat belt and hurried out of the cab, Cyril closely behind, followed by Grienberg and Falkner. 

“What happened?” Jane and Chaim simultaneously asked the same question, instead of a reply Jane received a call from O’toole on her glasses, informing her that the Braxi had showed up and decided to shoot at the Horizon. Retaliation was not very successful at first, but after the Harrak had weakened the Braxi’s shields sufficiently, the lasers from Horizon dealt enough damage.

“Enough for what, sir?” Figuring it meant that they retreated, or were left adrift and unarmed for Harrak to deal a final blow to them, she received damage reports instead of an answer to her question. 
Damage reports from all over the ship. Subalpha was in bad shape, alpha had a hole in it, gamma had lost much of their buffer zone. The only thing intact were subgamma and beta. Even the tubes between alpha and subalpha had taken a beating, which had delivered them out into space, where a beak had taken them to the bea ring remnants, and later docked them.

“What happened to Harrak?” She noticed that all scheduled deliveries to the harpy vessel had been cancelled. “She’s not going to be repaired. What was left of the crew is abandoning ship and sending for help.” Finally having arrived in subalpha Jane sat in the briefing room near the command centre. 

To her relief Wolfgang had been on duty at the beta garden entrance. 

“You still haven’t told me what happened to Braxi, sir.” 

Instead of telling her O’toole pointed her attention to the large screen. Cyril and Jane looked. A series of harpy glyphs on the edge of the frame told them it was recorded by a beak affiliated with the Harrak. 

The vastness of space opened up before them, and the grueling image of the badly beaten Horizon. Hovering at beta was the beak with the cab in tow. 

In front of the Horizon was the intimidating Braxi, although her shields had failed she still was impressive. 

An energy discharge from the Harrak behind the beak, mand thus the camera, opened up a gap in the Braxi defenses, as the beaks had scrambled after shield failure. 

That’s when the lasers from Horizon followed, bombarding the hostile Harpy ship, until the beams of UV light emerged on the other side of the ship, tearing the beaks there to shreds.

“We wanted to fire a nuke at that point, but, see for yourselves.” O’toole spoke at that point. There was satisfaction in his voice. 

A series of explosions ripped through the Braxi, Cyril clawed the seat she sat in as the explosions moved from the hole in Braxi outwards, until reaching the engine core, from where a singular explosion tore the Braxi apart. 

“Yes!” Cyril hissed, with an angry victorious grin on her lips.

Her fallen sisters had quasi been avanged. Overwhelmed by the victory the Horizon had achieved, Jane too couldn’t hide her satisfaction. 
“Our ship will be arriving soon.” Four days had passed since the destruction of the Braxi. Jane strode through the gardens on beta with Cyril. “Following your actions in this crisis, the matriarchy will consider peaceful ways with your kind, but know this, there will be no technology made available to you.”

“I understand, my superiors do too, although there certainly are forces aboard Horizon who would want it, but we have had too many cautionary tales in our own history and cultures, to ever truly follow it through. Just think of the linkers.” 

Laughing the two stopped, Hylia wandered down the path, her two children behind her. The two were excited, as they were leaving with their people, always welcome to return to Hylia on Horizon. The older Harpy had decided to stay, as she felt more at home there now, than with her people. Besides, she didn’t want to spend what was left of her life as a curiosity and story teller. 

“I’ll leave you to talk.” Jane headed for the exit. 

Still there were issues to be dealt with resulting from the patriarchists attack. Admiral Doherty had been killed in the attack, and O’toole was a prime candidate for succession of that office. Before that became truly relevant, work schedules to repair damaged areas, and replace some if possible, was more pressing. 

Jane started on the work schedules immediately upon leaving the garden. Most important was to close of the exposed tubes between alpha and subalpha. The spine of the ship, almost broken. 

“I heard you’re getting another promotion?” Wolfgang studied her from head to toe. “Unofficially, yes. Officially maybe in a year, probably two.” She winked entering the tube cab, swallowing a chilling sensation. 

Although badly beaten, Horizon had learned much from the incident. Better shielding, buffers and more effective and efficient lasers for future enfounters, could be developed with the collected data. 

Improvement and repair was her new assignment, once the Harpies left the ship.
“Good morning, sir.” She manned her station in the command centre, O’toole sat in the chair of the Admiral. “Good morning, Mulgrew. I have a task for you, find out how much our trajectory was altered by the bombardments and decompressions, and then, alter it to our previous heading.” Confident in her, he smiled, tunring his attention back to the main viewscreen, where long range scans already picked up the Harpy ship that would pick up their refugees.