OOC: The latest adventure of Tadeusz, GMed by JohnA1nut.  :)

As the fireball consumes you, you are instantly propelled at warp speed. Stars are rushing towards you. Then they abruptly stop. You hear a voice. "Commander Tucker to Security. We have an intruder in Main Engineering. I think it's one of those Borg creatures."

And as you sit up to look around, you're looking at Captain Johnathan Archer, Lieutenant Reed, Commander Tucker and about a dozen Starfleet and MACO security officers all pointing phase pistols at you.

Captain Archer demands "Just how did you get onboard my ship?"
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In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 2):

"Dimensional travel, Captain.  I think you'll find that I vibrate at a different frequency....or maybe not.  Anyways, hi."  I smile.

They relax just a touch. Only Commander Tucker lowers his weapon. He pulls out a tricorder and begins scanning you.

Meanwhile, Lieutenant Reed says "Captain, I don't believe he is a member of the Borg collective. I've never heard of a single Borg drone speaking on its own. The skin pigmentation is all off. They're generally more pale than flesh tone suh."

Commander Tucker is staring at the tricorder in disbelief. "Sir, he's right. His energy vibration is off the scale. Not like anything I've ever seen. And that's not any kind of Borg armor we've yet encountered. It's some kind of ablative micro tech. I'd bet you it could take more of a beating than our polarized hull plating. I'd love to get a sample of it for analysis."

Captain Archer says "I bet the Borg would too." Then, addressing you "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't toss you out the nearest airlock."

Lieutenant Reed says "That's not a very good idea suh. Remember what happened when we threw the two Tarkaleans out of an airlock."

Archer kind of moans. "All too well. This war began."

Then everyone just kind of looks at you for an explanation for what they should do.

OOC) This is based on Star Trek Enterprise episode Regeneration. Two partially assimilated Tarkaleans get thrown out of an airlock. I started to think about what would happen if they were picked up by a passing ship? It's well-known that the Borg can survive in deep space. So you've got partially assimilated drones working with 22nd century technology. The Borg are still quite formidable, but they're grossly under powered from the ones seen in Next Gen. Knowing how to make the tech is no good if you can't get or fabricate the parts to do it.

In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 4):

"I do not serve the Borg Collective.  I am a servant of the One, True God."  Take that and put in your pipe, and smoke it, ya' atheist dweeb ST writers, I think to myself.

I stand to my feet.

"If you want me to walk out the airlock, then I will, Captain Archer." I twitch my face in what is meant to be a very small smile.  Hopefully, I call his bluff and remove a club he could use over me.  And if I'm wrong, then this is a sort of Federation where they would do that, then I'm not sure I should help them anyways.


I stare at them calmly and wait.

GE 15

They all tense up as you stand. But when they see you're not a serious threat, they seem to relax a bit.

Commander Tucker says "Sir, with your permission, I'd like to take him to sickbay and have Phlox take a look at his armor. Run him through the imaging chamber. We should at least do that before we toss him out the airlock."

Archer considers. He turns to Lieutenant Reed and says "Malcolm, take two of your best men and escort this gentleman to sickbay. See what Phlox can tell us."

Malcolm says "Ruiz, Diaz, you're with me."

And a couple of heavyset Hispanic women step out of the mess of MACO guards with weapons trained on you. Malcolm seems to have selected not his best and brightest, but his most expendable.

OOC) Ever watch Orange is the New Black? That would be Maria Ruiz and Dayanara Diaz.

So, Archer and Tucker lead the way, the three security guards follow from behind. You are lead to sickbay.

Doctor Phlox looks you up and down with a puzzled look on his face. Tucker and Archer explain what they want. Phlox just says "Certainly sir."

You are told to lay down on the biobed. It goes into the imaging chamber. Once the imaging chamber is activated, you notice the energy counters on all of your armor instantly jump to full charge.

Once released, Phlox looks at some scans and begins spouting off a whole lot of technical jargon that nobody really seems to understand, but the gist of which seems to be "That armor could be a major game changer in the war with the Borg, if you can help us replicate it."

"Talk to me about the Federation, Dr. Phlox." I say sitting up.  "And a glass of ice with water would go down well too."  I'm hoping to see one of the matter formers in operation.

Phlox looks puzzled. He says confused "Federation?" He looks at Captain Archer and says "Do you know what he's talking about Captain?"

Archer is equally confused. "Our organization is called Starfleet. There is no...... Federation."

OOC) Do you watch Enterprise? Archer was one of the founding members of the Federation, yes. But this is years before that.



No ice, but he gets you a glass of water from a regular faucet.

The protein resequencer is in the mess hall.

Commander Tucker says "Now down to business. What can you tell me about this armor of yours? Starfleet, the Vulcans, Tellerites, Andorians and even the Klingons have all lost dozens of ships and hundreds of people to the Borg. If we can't stop them soon, we won't be able to."

Archer says "The two Tarkaleans we blasted out of an airlock were picked up by a passing Tellerite freighter. The crew was assimilated within hours. Fortunately the Borg do not have access to their original technology. They're forced to adapt what they find. And there's only so much they can do to improve it. They've inhabited a number of small planets and moons in the Andorian and Tellerite systems. They're contained for the moment, but that could change at any time."

They're seriously asking for your help with this armor tech.

(Doing Therapy)
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Continuing, they say:

Archer "So far, the Borg haven't managed to assimilate anything very large or powerful. We've been lucky in that regard. Freighters, transports, shuttlepods mostly. Nothing they could transform into something with a top speed greater than warp 5.3."

Tucker says: "Their ships are cubical in shape. Generally hold between 8-10 Borg. We're certain they could build something more powerful than that if they could get the technology."

Malcolm Reed says: "They can adapt to almost any conventional energy weapon. The Klingons have found out that they are, for some reason unknown to us, unable to adapt to melee attack. The Klingons wield a half-moon shaped sword called a bat'leth. Very few Borg have survived an encounter with a Klingon warrior who was so armed. We've been working on different projectile weapons. The theory is that if they can't adapt to melee attack, they probably won't be able to adapt to projectile weapons."

Phlox says: "Yes, the Denobulan militias who encountered them reported something similar. I had the opportunity to examine a corpse of a Borg killed by a projectile weapon. It was most....... educational."

Commander Tucker: says "Unfortunately that only works on individual drones. Their ships adapt to much more."

OOC) That's my own personal theory. If they could adapt to melee attacks, they would. They never do. If they can't adapt to melee attacks, they shouldn't be able to adapt to projectiles. What's the difference? One is big going slow, the other is small going fast.

(Doing Therapy)
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After this, Phlox kind of turns away. When he turns back, his eyes are a bit misty. He pulls you to the side and says seriously:

"A Borg battleship attempted to invade my home planet. The planetary defense forces in orbit managed to cause it to crash land in one of the most populated areas of the continent. The eight Borg who survived attempted the assimilation of dozens of my people before the local militia defense forces could be mobilized. Our militias still use what would be considered 'primitive' projectile weapons. Fortunately Denobulan physiology is most resistant to assimilation. We were called there because I had devised a most painful treatment for it, when I myself was nearly assimilated. My second wive's third co-husband was killed in the invasion, trying to protect My Beloved Feezal from a drone."

He seems to be pleading with you to help his people.

(Doing Therapy)
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Duh. I don't remember my Star Trek Trivia that well.  Oh well.  These folk seem to be good people, so I will help them, in return for something that will also help them.

"OK, I will help you with armor, but....I want something.  A warp capable ship, with heavy armor, and an armored coupling, and light power lasers.  The  light power is because the real weapon of this ship is the Marines on board.  I need a team of fifteen to twenty big guys, skilled with axe and shield.  I want to board and take over these Borg cubes."

Archer kind of giggles at your suggestion. "I don't think you understand your situation here sir. You were caught trespassing in the main warp engineering room of an NX class starship. Right now, you're looking at charges of treason, espionage, illegally boarding a starship, and anything else they can think of. You can either help us examine your armor, or you can spend the next twenty years in Leavenworth federal prison while we examine your armor. You really don't have much room to negotiate here."
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In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 12):

"Ok, well, I tried to be nice.  You might as well dump me out that airlock then."

And then I change my mind.  I punch Archer unconscious, and then go for the next guy, not attacking Phlox, but making sure not to let him sneak up behind me with a night night drug.
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At this, Archer says: "I think you might have misunderstood me. I don't have the authority to give you a warp-capable starship. I doubt Starfleet could even spare a J class cargo hauler. If your information is good about this metal, and if we can design ship's hulls with it, then, maybe, you'll get your warp capable starship and your trained marines. For the moment though, you are in our legal custody."

You can punch him at any point during that speech, but if that changes anything, then the following is nil.



Okay, I might need to set the stage here. The armor is a breastplate, belt, shield, sword, and boots. I'm assuming from what you've said that the sword and shield are hanging from your belt or not on your person. The breastplate is a breastplate. It does not cover your back at all. Your back, your butt, your thighs, and your left arm are all exposed.

Ruiz and Diaz took up sentry positions at the doorway. Lieutenant Reed stayed with them. He made his statements from the doorway.

So you swing at Archer. And just as your punch is about to connect, you feel three white-hot railroad spikes get slammed into your back. The guards have three-way stunned you.

When you wake up, you are armor less. You can feel the scriff sense to it. You are in the decontamination chamber. DECON for short. It's all white and sterile with two beds that lay facing each other. There's also a toilet and sink. And a larger area with tables and benches so that groups of people who were waiting in DECON to play cards and whatnot.

When you sit up to look around, you see Phlox sitting outside a clear window. He's waiting for you to wake up.

"Ah good, you're awake!!!" And flashes you a mile-wide grin. "That really was a very naughty thing you tried to do back there. The captain wanted me to inform you that we are taking you back to earth Post-Haste. Your trial should be swift."

"I also wanted to inform you that I have complete autonomous control over your environment at the moment. If you act up......"

And he pushes a button on a console. It releases just a whiff of something which is immediately clearly some kind of sleeping gas. In a larger dose. He hit you with just enough to let you know.

And he just stands there at the window, smiling.

(Doing Therapy)
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Gotta go with the inspiration.

The armor is ablative micro tech. I think ablative means it spreads out the impact of whatever hits it.

Full suit of armor on, you beat a piece of iron with the hammer until it is extremely highly insanely magnetized...... for a fraction of a millimeter. Which is to say, you might get stuck to the walls if you're not careful.

The armor beats the iron into simple nanobots. Ever seen Big Hero Six? Something like those, but microscopic. Held together by millions of pounds of magnetic force, for a tiny little distance around each one.

It can change shape, density, weight, size, on command.

Any thoughts from you? I'm making this up as we go along.

(Doing Therapy)

In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 14):

I won't punch him.

And I made that decision before reading much of the following.

OOC) I was kinda hoping you were going to punch him. I was looking forward to sending you to Leavenworth......

IC) So you're not hitting him. What are you doing? INPUT!!!!! INPUT!!!!!!!

(Doing Therapy)

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What would you say if I said I wanted to rule that you did hit Archer? I mean, really, you said that first. I know you didn't really mean it, so I gave you the out. But what if I wanted to rule that you did hit Archer?

By the time Phlox wakes you up, they would have studied that armor enough to find out your punch probably would have been lethal. Archer would have forgiven a bare-handed punch, but now you're looking at attempted murder of a Starfleet captain as well.

What would you think of that? It's not like you're going to die of old age.

(Doing Therapy)

Well, OK, but I would say I was trying to pull the punch.  I might have killed him anyway, if hit, but I was not trying too.

OOC) No, I think we need to clear that up. I'm not going that way, unless you absolutely insist. I was just asking what would you think if I did?

So, we'll make this a Choose Your Own Adventure.

If you do not swing at Archer:

Archer makes his speech about building ship's hulls with this material.

If you do swing at Archer:

You're in the DECON chamber talking to Phlox.

So, where are you? This is totally your decision. I was just asking what you would think of that.

(Doing Therapy)

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I'm sorry, but after specifically saying you weren't going to stop until he was unconscious doesn't amount to pulling your punches. I'm not buying the "I'd pull my punches" bit. Sorry.

By now, Lieutenant Reed would have discovered that the gauntlet could put a fist-sized dent in a two inch thick sheet of transparent aluminum. They're not going to buy pulling your punches either.

But still. The choice is yours.

(Doing Therapy)
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I won't hit him.

I raise an eyebrow.

"You don't even have a spare cargo hauler?  Are you sure you don't just want to surrender now?"

At this, the entire room grows obviously perturbed.

Commander Tucker says angrily: "You don't get it. Cargo haulers are the first thing the Borg go after if they're flying anywhere near their space. We've had to put our entire NX deep space program on hold indefinitely to shore up planetary defenses."

Lieutenant Reed "The one good thing to come out of all of this is the Andorian Imperial Guard and the Vulcan High Command have managed to put aside nearly a century of disputes. They're one against the wolf."

And Captain Archer says "Please, will you help us with your armor technology?"

And he literally drops down onto his right knee when he asks. A quick glance at the other two officers has them also dropping to their right knee. They're literally on their knees asking for your help.

OOC) Episode Observer Effect. Two Enterprise crewmen get infected with a unique kind of virus which had been encountered by the Klingons. Somebody asks Archer if he would ask the Klingons for the cure if they had developed one, to which Archer replies "On bended knee."

(Doing Therapy)

In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 23):

"Sure, man."  And I help them as I can with duplicating my armor.  Although I'm not sure I'm not just giving it to the Borg in a round about way.

The armor is the only reason they've not thrown you out an airlock so......

So you tell them that you need a blacksmithing forge and iron with which to work. Commander Tucker says that the forge should be relatively easy to Jerry-rig. The iron might be a bit more problematic. Then someone points out that the bed frames are made from iron. So they bring you bed frames from unused rooms.

Once you're all set up, you begin blacksmithing. The HUD on your helmet indicates a minute power drain every time your hammer strikes the metal. Eventually someone notices the strange language and calls in Ensign Hoshi Sato. She's the ship's communications officer and has a superhuman ability with languages. She manages to translate most of it. You find out the armor has a few more features you were not aware of. For one thing, the helmet would have let you breathe in deep space. So, thrown out an airlock...... not good.

But as you're blacksmithing, it's almost like the gauntlet is guiding your hammer. It's almost like the armor is doing the work and taking you along for the ride.

They're heading back to earth so that they can have the scientists there examine it. But you work. You're given a crew quarters under guard. You're not allowed to roam the ship freely. You're always accompanied by someone. Usually a MACO or Starfleet security guard.

But after a week, you've completed a duplicate helmet, breastplate, boots, gauntlet etc. You charge them in the sickbay imaging chamber. Lieutenant Reed tries on the gauntlet you've made. It conforms in size to fit his arm perfectly. After some instructions from Hoshi about the language, he proceeds to accidentally blast a hole in the sickbay wall with the gauntlet weapon.

He's in awe and amazement. He says "Yeah, I definitely want one of these."

Then he gets a reprimand from Archer.

But after just over a week, you've made one complete suit and are starting on a second gauntlet. Archer asks if you can make it left-handed so they have a model for both. In the Giants time, nobody was left-handed, but in this time, about 10% of the population is. You're also getting requests to make personal armor pieces for different people. Lieutenant Reed of course offers you a substantial sum of Starfleet credits, good anywhere on earth if you make him a gauntlet. Hoshi Sato has tried on the helmet you made, and has found that with some finagling can make it translate any written language into the Giant language. Makes translating the Giant language much easier. But all of the armor you made has counters and displays in the Giant language and there doesn't seem to be any way you can change that.

Crewman Redshirt was tasked with testing the boots. He immediately slams the heels together and is propelled into the ceiling at over 100 MPH. It's going to take maintenance a few days to clean up the mess.

Captain Archer comments "The Redshirts. That family cannot survive past their 30s......"

So, you're back to earth. The armor you made is going to be given to Starfleet Intelligence (Oxymoron if I ever heard one.) You are free to stay on earth or to stay onboard Enterprise.

(Doing Therapy)
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I shake my head at the way these people act.  And I avoid talking to them as much as possible.

I'll go to Earth, and look for accomodations.  After that, I need to look for some sort of ship, even if its not warp capable.  Worst case scenario, I'll build a hull myself.

So are you making armor for anyone? I mean, if you're going to earth you might need those Starfleet credits.



You are going to be given accommodations at Starfleet Academy. That's where your armor is being shipped to. The best scientific minds on the planet are there. Plenty of Vulcans. They are of course going to keep tabs on you. Good luck running away.

The dorm is like a small apartment. You've got a room to yourself, but you can request to have a roommate if you desire. Most of them do. It's unisex. Boys and girls living on the same floor but not in the same room. The dorm overseer is a tough old broad nicknamed "Admiral" Janeway. She's not officially in Starfleet but she don't take no nothing off of nobody.

The cafeteria where you will eat most of your meals is run by an affable black man named Benjamin Sisko. His food is considered by many to be superior to most of the restaurants in the area. And he's just working with the scraps he's given.

You're free to roam the campus, although you get the feeling sometimes if you turn real quick you'll see a Starfleet security guard always tailing you. These guys are really good though so you're never quite sure of it.

Unfortunately there are no ships available for you. You could maybe sign on as a crewman on a freight hauler but commanding one is not in the cards. Also, there's nowhere to blacksmith. But you are of course welcome and encouraged to visit the science lab where they're testing your armor. See if you can give them any advice or suggestions.

Whether or not you go to the lab, after a week or two, you will overhear a senior engineering student talking to his girlfriend.

"They're developing this new ablative hull armor for ships. One of the academy instructors was saying that energy weapons like phase cannons and Vulcan disruptors actually make it stronger. It's really top secret stuff. I shouldn't even be telling you about it."

They don't see you.

(Doing Therapy)

In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 27):

I'll make the armor for the credits.  Once I get to Earth, I see about trying to rent a disused warehouse.  And I need metal from a junkyard.

And although its a tad annoying, I can't really blame Starfleet for keeping an eye on me.  So, I don't try to hide anything.  I aim to build a warship because these morons don't know what they are doing.

GE 19

You could do that, but it's going to take a while. There's paperwork and red tape and all kinds of problems. Six months if you're lucky.

On the positive side, you're not going to spend any of the credits on anything just to live.



After about a month or so, you are called into the science lab. They want to unveil their new starship design for you.

It's a single person fighter. Top speed warp 5.2. The hull has the capability to change shape to adapt to whatever environment they're in. Long and pointy for atmospheric conditions, short and round for whatever reason. They've managed to install an amped up version of your chest blaster as the primary weapon. The pilot sits at a console and wears a helmet like the one you've made and the ship is more or less thought controlled. They've found a way to tap into the human mind. The ship reacts to human thought. They're calling it a Trimaxian Droneship. (Bonus points if you can tell me where that came from.)

The metal absorbs light energy like a sponge. So taking phaser fire only recharges the power systems.

One of the engineers asks "What do you think?"



Does Tadeusz know how to build a warp reactor? Does he have any idea how difficult and dangerous antimatter is? Because if not, I'd say he's the one who doesn't know what he's doing.......

I'm going to work on that issue in my classes.

I look at their design.

"I think this is an excellent sentry ship to post in each of the star systems near Earth.  Give it longer term duration such as a better air converter unit, and a game suite to keep the pilot sentryman from going mad with boredom, and you could block the major passages to Earth.  After that, you need to build a Deep Space Mod, call it V. 2 for hanging out in interstellar space a few lightyears from nowwhere in a sphere around Earth's System.  Once you get that, then build another layer.  Once you have the whole 20 lightyear sphere around Earth wired for ...." I almost say 'sound' but these folk won't understand that idiom.  "senses, then you can think about building bases and going back to the original design to serve as Quick Reaction Fighter Forces to hold off the Cubes until the heavy ships arrive.  Need some planetary cannons as well at that point...."

"You cannot just rely on stumbling on to them.  And you do not want to let them even get within a couple lightyears of Earth.  Now, I have not been read in on how efffective any deep space sensors are, but I suspect even if you have them they can be spoofed."

"Meanwhile guys, good work.  I'm going to be going back to building a heavy armored ship to chase down and board and capture the Borg cubes."

They listen to your suggestions and promise to take them under advisement.

When you say that though, the chief engineer's eyes perk up.

"Sir, you are most correct. That is exactly what we need. The Trimaxian Droneship is not intended for long-term deployment. It's a short-range, short term attack vessel the size of a shuttle pod. What we need now is..... An aircraft carrier."

They want to know your thoughts on that.

(Doing Therapy)

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What classes? You're not taking any classes. You're just living in the dorm. If you want to enroll in Starfleet Academy, you're going to have to wait until the beginning of the semester like every other student.

(Doing Therapy)
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The engine in the Trimaxian Droneship is a smaller, slightly improved version of the one which powers Enterprise. The metal's power just powers the onboard instruments and displays. As you know, the metal can make its own displays. It's also the only kind of power source that the chest blaster or any of the other instruments will accept. It seems they can only make short-range fighters from this metal, because once the metal loses it's charge, the ship is dead in the water, regardless of the fuel in the engine.

So far that's the best they've managed to do with it. Short-range, short-term attack fighters. But it should show the Borg a thing or two.....

You've heard rumors that Enterprise is planning to return to upgrade their shuttlepods with the attack fighters.

(Doing Therapy)

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OOC) Tell me how many posts you saw.

The Trimaxian Droneship isn't just thought controlled. It's got a pair of gauntlets for the pilot to wear. It responds to movements of fingers.

Pilot training is extensive. It's not the kind of thing any average shuttlepod jockey can pick up. Vulcans of course have limited telepathic abilities so they can control it much easier.

You're practiced at wearing the gauntlet and the helmet, would you like to try the simulator?

The stamping machine that makes this looks like all they did was put the armor you made onto a robot body. It's a bipedal robot, humanoid in shape, but not appearance. But it makes the metal.

(Doing Therapy)
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Four posts.

"Maybe a space carrier sir, but first we have to find them.  We need sentries.  And then a wall.  And then hunters.  In that order.  Finding and destroying one cube wh ile others slip around you and devastate Earth is not a sound plan."

I will see if there is a library I can learn from.

They promise to take your suggestions under advisement.



As far as learning in the library, what specifically are you trying to learn? Subjects like history and literature you can comprehend just fine. However, once you start looking at math and science, it seems your high school diploma would be equivalent to a sixth grade elementary school student here. You are something of a low-grade halfwit in those areas. It's beyond your comprehension.

OOC) Nothing personal there. But I mean, you don't really think you could currently comprehend the math to calculating a stable warp field, or to plot a safe trajectory across millions and millions of miles of open space, do you?

(Doing Therapy)

I go to seventh grade math then.

And no offense, its a reasonable point.

So you do that. After a few hours of barely comprehensible reading, a small group of girls about 13 or 14 years old notice what you're reading and sit down with you. Apparently they think you are a teacher at the academy and they start asking you for help. When it becomes clear that you don't know what you're talking about, they ask if they can help you. Do you let them?

One day, the campus is buzzing. Enterprise has returned to earth with news of the Borg incursion. The Borg are advancing much more quickly than anticipated. Archer wants to see you about the armor tech. Find out if there's anything more you can tell them.

You can rejoin the Enterprise crew if you so desire.

(Doing Therapy)

In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 38):

I'll accept their help.  I'll offer any available advice about the armor.  I'll refuse to go anywhere with those freaks from the Enterprise.

The girls are typical teenagers. Half the time they're talking about boys or the new band that just formed on campus. But you learn. They agree to meet you here every day at this time.

What they're currently working on with the armor is a way to deploy it around a standard starship hull. (See the last episode of Voyager to see what I'm talking about.) The armor absorbs scans so scanning the ship would be much more difficult.

Archer accepts that you don't want to help. He's wearing a gauntlet by this time. You've in fact seen a number of high-ups wearing pieces of the armor. Security guys mostly. It's still restricted tech.

You have put in a requisition for a warehouse to work in. You were told six months due to red tape. The red tape is finally cut. You're given access to an abandoned warehouse full of out of date components. You could probably build a warp 2 engine out of what's in here. It costs nearly all of your Starfleet credits.

(Doing Therapy)

I'm amused at how the nature of people does not change over the centuries.

Archer accepts that?  Good.  Cause he wasn't going to get it.

Start working.

One of the girls seems to take a special shine to you. Her name is Carly Rae. She's 14. It gets rather annoying, until you find out she was just buttering you up in the hope that you would buy her and her friends some synthehol for a party she's going to. You just about break her heart when you refuse.



They don't need you for the armor any longer. Why would he need your help?



On what? You can build the hull yourself, but as far as assembling the engine, you're still a low grade halfwit. It's gonna take you 10 years of school at the academy to even have a chance at that. And you gotta get the dilithium and the antimatter. Unless you can get somebody else to put it together. Good thing you're at a school with hundreds of people studying to do just that.....

(Doing Therapy)
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In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 42):

I laugh to myself remembering two very cute girls in a CVS store ages ago in another universe...And then I look at her coldly.

"Carly, you don't have enough problems to need beer." And I walk away leaving her behind forever.

I put up a note on the local equivalent of a bulletin board stating that I have a project I'm working on, and I'm looking for help.  I'm completely open as to what my plans are.  I point out what I think are th eflaws in the current defense system and how my set up will fix things.  Then I ask for helpers, preferably big guys who know t heir stuff, and can handle a heavy battle axe, sledge, or iron rod.

OOC) Yeah, I know how much you just love Carly Rae so you're gonna run into her on a lot of worlds. :)



As you're walking away, she starts waving her hands around and chanting in a strange language. Then she gives you the evil eye and says "The curse of the white girl from town is on you now!!!!!" Then she walks away in a huff.



You can do that. It's kind of like a Craigslist.com kind of website that can be seen by anyone searching.



And what are those plans?



What are the flaws? How will your plan fix things?



A couple of Nausicaans show up. When they find out you don't even have the ship together, you have to convince them not to cut you limb from limb. But you manage that.

Some engineering students show up. They ask if this is worth school credit. When you tell them it's not, they walk away in a huff.

And Magehammer shows up. Yeah, your old buddy the verser. He's gotten amazingly proficient at blocking his scriff sense, so you did not feel him coming. He recognizes you from the two times you've met him. He's happy to see you, tries to give you a man hug. Then he says "You trying to put together a warp drive? Yeah, those are always fun. I can help you."

Or he'll take off and you'll never see him again in this universe. Depends on whether or not you want his help. But so far, he's the only one willing to help you put it together.
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In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 44):

Plans: Build a heavy armored ship, use it to board and capture Borg ships, with an armored boarding crew.

Problems: Random running around warp drive ships that leave huge holes in their coverage, and lack the power to seriously deal with the intruders if they are 'lucky' enough to run into them leaves all of Earth and its allies vulnerable.

I bite my lip, and then I nod.

"Sure, Magehammer, I do need help with a warp drive.  These idiots are going to get themselves assimilated by the Borg if I don't do something."

Sounds like a plan. Implementing it might be difficult. But we'll get there.



It's just the fledgling Starfleet. They're not completely organized yet.



"No shame in needing help."



At this he kind of laughs. "That's just funny. I could destroy the entire Borg collective right now. But what fun would that be? More fun to watch the indigs deal with it. One little tip though. If you're ever face to face with a drone, and you don't have any weapons, just start tearing out wires. One of them connects to the central processing unit and will shut that guy down. You just gotta get lucky and find the right wire."

A pause.

"I would assume you want to actually put this thing together with your hands, yes? I mean, I could magic it together, but you'd learn nothing from that."

So he only uses magic to fix worn out parts. You're now working with the equivalent of brand new parts right off the assembly line, instead of old, worn out parts. He determines that there's enough parts in here to build at least three, maybe four warp engines.

So you sit down with him. It's a lot of "insert tab A into slot B" kind of work. But you make progress. He lets you do most of the work, except where it requires a more experienced hand.

1@2 assemble warp engine from spare parts.

OOC) You commented once that I made his Order/Chaos magic too simple from what is in the books. I figured after a while, linking Order and Chaos would become second nature. Like knitting a sweater. He'd go beyond the original expectations/intentions of the creator of that magic and do things that the original author never imagined.

(Doing Therapy)

I can feel my mind stretching as I struggle to learn.  And my body too as I have to figure out how to hook these huge elements together.  But its a good type of pain.

As it starts to work, I find myself grinning occasionally before diving back into the hard work.

OOC: Good point.

Magehammer of course has been studying your armor tech. He wants you to build him a suit of armor so that he can help you build the ship's hull.

"Isis iron huh? Now that's something I've never heard of."

But you work on the engines. You finally hear a report of an engagement between the Borg and a Trimaxian Droneship. Enterprise ran into a cube and sent the two shuttles. It was a success. The cube was destroyed with minimal damage to the Droneships.

A couple more engineering students show up asking if this is for school credit. You tell them no. As they're leaving, Magehammer reaches up to the elbow into a four inch pouch on his toolbelt and pulls out a couple of five pound gold bricks.

"How about this instead of school credit?"

So now you've got a couple of engineering students to help you assemble the engine.

Work is progressing. Shouldn't be more than another couple weeks before this bird is ready to fly.

(Doing Therapy)

Two Posts

One of the engineering students heard about your confrontation with Carly Rae in the library. He laughs:

"She put The Curse of the White Girl From Town on you, didn't she? She did that to me when I refused to take her out on a date. So far, nothing's happened."

He thinks it's baloney.

Magehammer does caution you though. "Magic can be tricky....."

(Doing Therapy)

I pray for defense from the silly girl, and I caution Magehammer to be more discreet in handing out gold bars.

"Don't kiss crazy." I reply to the engineering student.  If she's that way when she's on her best behavior, you don't want to see what she like if she gets married.  I flick back in my memory.  Was she more of a light hearted sort, or was there a streak of genuine stalker madness in her?  I don't really want to wake up to see her standing over my bed with a butcher knife in hand.  Or worse, wake up to see myself dangling head first toward an acid bath after she doped me.

I look for rugby team or lacrosse team or something similar guys who are interested in a rumble.

You get the feeling God is laughing at your worry. She's just a petulant 14 year old girl who read some books and thinks she knows everything.



At this, he laughs. "Come here. Let me show you what's inside this pouch."

And he takes off the toolbelt and drops it on the floor. Then he grabs your arm. You are both sucked into the four inch pouch on his toolbelt. Inside, it's all white. Seems to go on infinitely. No floor, walls or ceiling. But everything is on the same level field. Inside, there's mountains of gold bars, silver bullion, platinum, and quite a few metals you could never identify. There's jewels and coins and all manner of spendables. It looks like Fort Knox and Scrooge McDuck's money bin both got emptied into this pouch. You'd guess he could probably give a gold bar to every person on this planet and still be the wealthiest man in the Alpha Quadrant.

"This is nothing though. I should show you the pouch where I keep the vehicles."

Do you want to see that?



"Ha ha ha. Good advice!!! I mean, she's cute and all but......"



You get the feeling God is telling you not to worry about Carly Rae. She's just a confused girl. You could probably become a father figure of sorts to her and straighten her out. If you cared enough to do so.



You find Parrises Squares teams forming. http://memory-alpha.wikia.com/wiki/Parrises_squares

(Doing Therapy)
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Not the least interested in helping Carli Rae out.


"Magehammer, its not your wealth I worry about.  Its your effect on others."

I walk up to the Pariss Squares teams, and ask the leader if I can talk to everyone for two minutes.

Didn't think you would be. Just saying, you /could/.



He's gotten to the point where he doesn't care about such things.

Did you want to see the vehicle pouch? He says he's got a warp capable ship or two in there.



So you go to the school gym. They're practicing. You wait for a few, then ask the coach if you can speak to them.

They're all ears. What's on your mind?

(Doing Therapy)

Not the least interested in helping Carli Rae out.


"Magehammer, its not your wealth I worry about.  Its your effect on others."

I walk up to the Pariss Squares teams, and ask the leader if I can talk to everyone for two minutes.

Uh, you just said that!!!!

(Doing Therapy)

In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 55):

"I want to board enemy Borg cubes with my heavy armor warpship.  I want to send in a bunch of tough guys with axes and armor to take the place over.  I think this is a better path to victory than the Federations.  And, it might make the boarders very wealthy if we can sell a Borg cube to Starfleet.  Questions?"  Thirty seconds and my speech is done.

GE 24

They all stare at you like you've got nine heads. One of them literally says in a snobby, British accent "Vhat? And get our hands dirty???" They think you're off your rocker.

So no takers there.

Did you want to see Magehammer's vehicle pouch? Also, he's told you that if you do not want his help, just say so and he's gone. He'll go find a nice tropical beach somewhere to lay on. Impress the locals with his magic tricks. You will never see him again in this universe. He's only around because you told him to stay.

He's also told you that he will be more than happy to serve as your first officer if and when you get this bucket of bolts flying. "Do you understand, Captain Ashley?"

OOC) I know you're not overly fond of him. I'm still trying to learn to use a supercharacter without stepping on the player too badly. How am I doing with that, BTW? But yeah, he's gone the minute you tell him to go.

(Doing Therapy)

OOC: He's an insanely way over the top super for even super character.  But you'redoing fine.

I stare at them and nod.

"OK. Thank you for your time."  I nod at the team captain and walk away, trying to act calm even as I feel their eyes on my back.  Out of sight, I snarl, punch the air a bit, and then decide to take a good, long hike.  It meanders and I end up on some high ground of some park, and I just try to let it go.  And then I head back home which is probably an hour or two away.

OOC) Thanks. But of course he's over the top super. HE'S ME!!!!!



They do ask if you would like to join the game though.



So you walk to a park. And who should you run into there but your old friend Carly Rae. She's 14 years old and just meandering aimlessly through the park, like you are. When she sees you though, her face turns completely white and she starts begging you not to hurt her.

"Oh god no. Don't hurt me please. That whole curse of the white girl? That's just some nonsense I read in some book. Please don't hurt me please!!!"

She sounds like she's pleading for her life. Both hands raised in surrender/defensive position.

(Doing Therapy)

"No thanks."  I shake my head to myself.

When I run into Carly, and she reacts that way, my first thought is to look around for spy cameras.  She's acting way over the top weird like she's trying to frame me.  If I see none, I sigh.

"Go away, Carly, and try not to be stupid in the future, ....If you can manage that."  That last bit comes out, kinda unwilling, but I'm irritated, and so I let out the mean.  Then I walk away, and keep on walking.

After you say your piece to Carly and walk away, from behind you, you hear a deafening crash. A meteor impact, or some such. Dust and debris flies through the air at your back, stinging your skin. Then you hear Carly screaming. "It's the Borg!!!! RUN!!!!" Then she runs past you at about warp 4.

Turning around, a Borg cube about two stories cubed has crashed into the forest. You'd guess it could hold eight to ten drones. One side of it has sustained heavy weapons fire. It apparently ran into the planetary defenses and crashed. Off in the distance, you hear sirens.

Then an outer hull panel opens and two Borg emerge into the sunlight.

(Doing Therapy)

In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 61):

Armor up, teleport in, and hit them hard with my sword.  I grin fiercely as clean war comes instead of all  this mind sweating mental labor.

So you teleport in. The first Borg just stands there whilst you swing your sword. You cut him clean. Penetrates halfway through his body. As you're struggling to pull the sword free to attack his mate, you feel a pair of needles inject you in the back of the neck. You swing around and slice into the second Borg.

Then the madness begins. Inside your head, all you can hear is:

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It's a loud, unending cacophony inside your head. You feel like your skin is itching from underneath. Your skin pulses and wiggles. Another Borg steps out of the ship. For the briefest of moments, you almost want to embrace him as your brother. But then your rational mind takes over. You slice him from shoulder almost to his pelvic bone.

And the noise in your head continues:

WEARETHEBORGYOUWILLBEASSIMILATEDRESISTANCEISFUTILE
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It's drowned out by approaching police and ambulance sirens.

Dozens of police are surrounding the scene aiming phase pistols and rifles at you and at the ship. One of the EMTs says "That guy's been infected. We need to get him to the hospital STAT!!!"

And the noise in your head continues:

WEARETHEBORGYOUWILLBEASSIMILATEDRESISTANCEISFUTILE
WEARETHEBORGYOUWILLBEASSIMILATEDRESISTANCEISFUTILE
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Two Posts

And just to clarify, the police and EMTs showed up in regular, ground based vehicles. You would recognize them as just high-tech internal combustion engines. Police cars and ambulances. They were still using ground-based vehicles in Picard's time.

I give in to the Berserk Fury skill I have which improves my speed and strength.

"KILL!" I roar, and jump on the next
Borg.

OOC) You do realize that you just got assimilated by the Borg, right? It's only a matter of time, a few hours at most, that you will be in control of your own body. And an even shorter time where the indigs will be able to cure you. You do realize that, right?

So you roar "KILL!!" and step into the ship. The voices in your head suddenly quiet somewhat.

wearetheborgyouwillbeassimilatedresistanceisfutile
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wearetheborgyouwillbeassimilatedresistanceisfutile
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But they're still there.

Outside, you hear everyone screaming at you to come away from the ship. To get away. But you don't listen.

Inside the ship, it's almost completely pitch black. Your helmet lets you see in the dark though. Not only that, you feel like you know the ship better than you know your own house. You feel like you could walk around in here blindfolded with no problem.

And the voices are still there.

wearetheborgyouwillbeassimilatedresistanceisfutile
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You decapitate the next Borg you see with a single swing of your sword. You come through like a lawnmower. You're vaguely aware of stabbing one in the chest. You whip around and slice the next guy's arm off. As you raise your sword to finish him, you feel a dozen white hot railroad spikes get slammed into your back. Your berserker rage lets you stay conscious just long enough to glance over your shoulder and see cops pouring into the ship. Then you black out.

When you wake up, you are strapped to a bio bed in a hospital. Your armor and weapons are gone.

The voices in your head are furious with you:

WEARETHEBORGYOUWILLBEASSIMILATEDRESISTANCEISFUTILE
WEARETHEBORGYOUWILLBEASSIMILATEDRESISTANCEISFUTILE
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But someone pushes some buttons on a console and the bio bed is sucked into an imaging chamber. Lights and radiation surround you. You feel sick and weak and like you're being pummeled by Mike Tyson and Darth Vader simultaneously. You pass out again.

When you wake up, a doctor is standing over you. He looks astonished. He says:

"I read the police report. I've never heard of anyone, any human, I mean, resisting assimilation as long as you did. You killed what was it? Five? Six Borg? I'm most impressed. We need to keep you here for observation."

And the voices are gone.
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I start to say something because that sounds ominous, but then I realize I've just been beaten within an inch of my life, and perhaps a hospital visit is in order for my recovery.

Five or six Borg.  Good job, I congratulate myself.

I wonder what would happen if I'd been assimilated.  I expect I would have broken free eventually.  I really make a very poor team member under most circumstances.  The Borg would have found themselves wishing they  had not assimilated me.  Well, except for my tech.

So the doctor leaves you alone with the television. There's a news blurb on the monitors about the crash and about what you did. You're being hailed as something of a hero. The ship and what's left of the drones are being taken to a secured location for analysis.

Magehammer is interviewed as an expert on the Borg. Who knows how he convinced anyone he was such? He gives the same advice he gave you.

"If you are unarmed and are confronted by a drone, start tearing out wires. One of them connects to the Central Processing Unit and will shut the drone down."

After the news comes on, you get to watch old movies.

Carly Rae comes in after a bit carrying a tray of food. She's a volunteer worker at the hospital, working for school credit. When she sees you, she freezes, her face turns white, then she regains composure and gives you the tray. Saying "Is there anything else I can get for you sir?"

She's trying to treat you like any other patient.



You have a nice scar on your neck to show for it. You can feel the scriff sense to your armor is somewhere in the hospital.



As you're lying there thinking that, you must be thinking it pretty hard, because you hear a woman's voice in your head, in response.

"Brave words. I've heard them before. From thousands of species across thousands of worlds. Now they are all Borg."

It feels kind of like when someone makes telepathic contact with you, but not. More mechanical and threatening in nature. It would seem you're still connected to The Collective in some fashion.

OOC) That's a normal thing for former assimilated drones. According to some novels, Picard dealt with it for the rest of his life.

(Doing Therapy)

I perk up a little, a bit startled at hearing the Borg Queen in my head.

"Problem is, Queenie, they were not me."  And I send her an image of worlds full of Borg burning in fire that licks up their atmosphere, and boils away their oceans.  "Hubris begets Nemesis, Great Queen." And then I try to reach out along the pathway she contacted me on, with aims of bloody murder.

I have 2@1 Intimidation possibly or that may have been persuasion.  I remmeber I broke the mind of a starship captain in another universe, convinced him I was The Spectre from DC Comics.

That may be. But what you do not have are any psionics skills which would allow you to actually harm her. She's not using psionic telepathy to contact you, she's using something technological. So while she can hear you, you cannot act on your thoughts.

That is, unless you're trying to develop a psionics skill for that.

But if not, you just hear her laughing at your thoughts, then the connection ends.

(Doing Therapy)

OOC) Speaking of the Borg mind telepathy. In Star Trek First Contact, when Picard orders the attack on the specific section of the cube, he could hear their thoughts. In the novelization of the movie, he heard the Borg calling damage control to that section of the ship. His logic was "If that's the part they're trying to fix then that's the part I'm gonna smash." Fortunately it paid off.

(Doing Therapy)
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In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 71):

I have an ability to use psi to read computer code.  So, I will use that to break into the system implanted in me.  I'm looking for passwords....

OOC) I don't remember you getting that or any other psi skills for that matter. Refresh my memory about what world you got it in. Or if you're just making that up, that's cool too. You rolled low enough to get it if I was inclined at all to do the math.

GE 17, skill roll 6.

So you reach back along her telepathic communication. But when you reach the queen, that's the end of that. It's like you struck a firewall. You cannot penetrate her defenses.

You hear her in your head. "Naughty boy Tadeusz......"

Might have been in the world with MJ running Blake's 7.

Start creating a a simple wall on my side, and then between us a virus to replicate itself.  Something really simple, and really fast as those go together in the land of computers.  I'll see if I can overpressure her wall and crack it.

"Call me Regicide." I inform her coldly, and then focus on my assasination plans.

Intuition check 15.

Whilst you're thinking about how to do this, it all at once occurs to you that it might be easier with your helmet on. You've heard that the Trimaxian Droneships use a version of the helmet to help the pilot telepathically control the ships.

(Doing Therapy)

In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 75):

I see if the doc will let me have my  helmet.

OOC) Okay, first off you do not have any kind of telepathy or coding knowledge. That was a different character. So you can go in and poke around, sure. But planting a computer virus is outside your ability.

IC) With the helmet on, you've now got access to a more mechanical form of telepathy. It's closer to what the Borg were using on you. When you establish a link to the Queen, your head's up display begins spazzing out. It's showing you menus of tactical, propulsion, weapons systems, locations of cubes, drone deployment. You even have access to waste removal and regeneration cycles. Most of it flashes too quickly for you to really make out. But if you focus on one, you can examine it in more detail. It's like a memory overflow though. You're not going to be able to sustain this very long.

So what do you want to look up?

(Doing Therapy)

Activate a full scale regeneration cycle.  Chances are, that will shut everything down for a time as everything gets fixed, and thus give me more time for mischief.

Tadeusz difficult willpower check 24, failure
Borg Queen willpower check against 3@10 willpower 8
Borg Queen wins.

OOC) Yes, Data did what you're suggesting. But I'd give him 3@10 willpower.

In your head you hear her voice:

"You don't give up, do you Tadeusz?"

And all at once, you're standing before the Borg queen. About a dozen drones are standing around. Bodyguards, you would assume. You're on a Borg ship.

She motions to the drones and they begin approaching. You have no weapons, you're dressed in hospital scrubs and you're wearing the helmet. Surrounded by Borg.

(Doing Therapy)

In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 79):

I hope they are as slow as I remember them.  I run.

Where are you planning to run to? Even from where you are, you can see that the ship is only about three stories cubed. There's nowhere to run.

OOC) I've got a whole bunch of ideas here for what can happen. And since I can't settle on one, I'm going to let you pick what happens next. You have three choices.

1) You can be assimilated.
2) Magehammer can show up and bail you out.
3) You can find out what's behind door number three.

The choice is yours.

(Doing Therapy)
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In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 81):

I flight and fight recklessly, courting death, and ready to throw myself to my doom rather than be assimilated.  Also, beyond ripping at their cables, I also can rip at the ship.

OOC) That was option 3.

So you attack the Borg queen. You're pumelling her with your fists. Strangely, she's making little to no effort to fight back or to defend herself. She's screaming in pain and begging you to stop. But then you have a flash. You're back at the hospital. It's not the Borg queen, it's a hospital nurse you're pounding. But that can't be. You're on a Borg ship. Another Borg comes up from your right and you backhand slap him hard enough to send him flying across the room. Another flash. You're back at the hospital. A doctor with a broken nose is laying unconscious to your right. But that can't be. You're on a Borg ship. You return to pummeling the queen. A third Borg comes up and stabs you in the back of the neck. You expect the assimilation process to happen. But it's not. As the hypo spray begins to take effect, the Borg ship melts away. You are back at the hospital. You're holding a bloodied and beaten nurse with one hand. The doctor you slapped is sitting up dazed. You spin around to see another doctor holding a hypo spray. Then you pass out.

When you wake up, you're in a straight jacket in a padded cell about 7 feet square. The walls, floor and even the ceiling are padded. You cannot hurt yourself no matter how hard you beat your head against the wall. Go ahead, try it. I'll wait. There's a little 8 inch square window in the door of the cell. You can see the doctor with the broken nose talking to the one who hypo sprayed you.

"Borg psychosis. First diagnosed by Doctor Phlox."

"How's the nurse?"

"Nurse is fine. Gonna require some heavy dermal regeneration though."

Then they look in at you and say nothing.

(Doing Therapy)
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In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 83):

I close my eyes.  Ignore them.

I listen to the beeps of the machinery, and the sounds of the hydraulics trying to find its voice, its song.  I'm not sure if this is psi or magic, well no, its psi...

So you listen. As you're listening, you pick up chatter about what they're intending to do with you. What you hear most often is "Land of the benevolent purple dinosaur."

So after a day or so, the room fills up with a purple, smokey gas. You black out. When you wake up, you are out of the straight jacket and sitting on the floor of a large room. Your thoughts are surprisingly calm and collected. You hear "Do No Harm" repeating in your head. Not like a voice that you can hear, it's just inside your head.

Then you see him. The benevolent purple dinosaur. He's singing "I love you. You love me........" It's remarkably soothing and not irritating at all. Not like it should be.

Did I verse?

Not at all. As a matter or fact, versing is the least thing on your mind. You just want to listen to The Benevolent Purple Dinosaur sing. That's all.

It's so peaceful and serene. You never want it to stop.

(Doing Therapy)

In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 87):

Well, I go to sleep.

And you're woken up by a nurse some hours later. You're laying on a hospital bed. The nurse has got a tray of food. There's a hamburger and some fresh cut fruit. Barney is still singing. "I love you. You love me." It's beautiful.

Through random chats with the nurses, you learn that you are in an experimental facility. They've been really good effects from it. Positive reinforcement.

And relax. There are no plans we've seen about cutting out parts of your brain....... at least not for today, anyway. But that can change.....

Might as well enjoy the peace.

(Doing Therapy)

In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 89):

Enjoy the peace.  Some of the breaks in my soul start healing a bit.

So you relax and get fed medications by nurses. Sedatives you think. Once a week they have group therapy sessions where you're supposed to talk about why you're there.

The group leader turns to you and asks:

"So Tadeusz, do you know why you're here?"

In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 91):

I've stopped talking to anyone by now.  The group leader wakes me up.  I focus on falling back to sleep.

After several attempts to get your attention, he gives up. You hear him call a nurse over. "We need to cut back on his medication" you hear him say. Tomorrow there will be one less pill in your ration.

But whilst you're sitting there asleep, all at once you get slapped upside the head. Magehammer just smacked you sideways. You are back to normal, full alert consciousness. He asks:

"Do you wanna stay here? I can get you out. Up to you buddy!!!!"

You get the feeling that you can talk freely without any hospital staff noticing.

(Doing Therapy)

In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 93):

"Am I still in the same universe when last I met  you?"

Magehammer says "Of course it's the same universe kid. Same one with Starfleet and the Borg and all of that. I was keeping an eye on you in case you got into trouble."

So he's offering to spring you from the mental hospital. Or you can stay here. It's up to you.

(Doing Therapy)

In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 95):


"it was just so whacked out.  Verse me out.  Don't follow me."

OOC: Not happy with the end of this world.  And no more supercharacters or even GM stand ins.  And no more mental hospitals or VRs or dream sequences or whatever.

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"Compliance."

Thou Art Dead.

How? What did he do? You don't know. You didn't feel anything. But you're dead.



OOC) I don't tell you how to run your games.