- Monday,
September 06, 1999 at 17:25:50 (MDT)
Elisia sat alone in her quarters, in a meditative position that
could only be sustained through biofeedback to control the pain, at least,
if she were fully organic... She had sat this way for two days, ever since
the Vulcan had tried his 'mind meld' with her and failed. Sensing that
it would compromise the 'mission' (what little was left to it now, anyway,
she muttered, silently), not to mention Infinitech, she instructed the
system of networked nanotubes to release a contact biotoxin, not fatal,
but definitely debillititating. She took the extra precaution of restructuring
the neuronal network in her face to better obfuscate future contacts with
the Vulcans. This was a very painful process, even for a cyborg, hence
the meditation. She knew, logically, that they would not attempt further
interrogation until they were fully informed on what had happened to their
collegue S'kohl anyhow, so she felt reasonably safe. By all estimates,
the Vulcans would logically be tearing her ship apart trying to discover
secrets down that avenue. Judging from her burst transmissions from Mel,
however, it was not going well...
Infinitech
- Tuesday,
September 07, 1999 at 09:19:47 (MDT)
Three days ago, when Mel first noticed the Vulcan's intruding on
the ship, he did the most logical thing he could think of. He hid. Back
into the diagnostic chamber, this time, deactivated. Expanding his 'ears',
adding folds, increasing surface area, increased pseudocochlear activity,
he listened in, hearing everthing from their voices to their heartbeats
to the subsonic creaks of their joints moving as they examined the ship.
Slowly, unobtrusively, he opened a Link with the computer control. Merging
their minds together, they decided to let the Vulcans do a visual inspection,
holding off all delaying actions until they were in danger of compromising
technological secrets. This would maximize the amount of time Elisia could
gather information on this race...
Infinitech
- Tuesday,
September 07, 1999 at 09:25:49 (MDT)
At first, distraction was simple. Disconnecting all computer interface
terminals so the Vulcans couldn't utilize the equipment was easy. Having
the nanos remove all evidence of seams, bolts and anything else that said
'pull me apart' was simplicity itself. However, since the botched mind
meld, investigations of the ship had redoubled, the logic being that if
the inhabitant was unwilling to provide information, perhaps the technology
would be more forthcoming. This had happened one day ago. Then, more active
distraction tactics were being called for...
Infinitech
- Tuesday,
September 07, 1999 at 09:30:35 (MDT)
Neural restructuring complete... That voice inside her head that
both was and was not her own. The cybernetic part of herself telling her
that the Vulcans wouldn't be melding with her anytime soon. Getting up,
Elisia decided that subtlety had long passed as a method of information
gathering. Walking to the door, she straightarmed it, denting the metal,
but accomplishing the purpose of alerting the guards outside. As they opened
the door, Elisia took her chance. Using her transductive powers, she drained
the stun guns the Vulcan's carried, and channeled it back as kinetic energy,
knocking them both into the wall, stunning them. Walking out into the hallway,
she recalled the schematics of the ship that she had managed to extrude
from the recalcitrant computer system. Her ship was two decks down, on
the rear shuttlebay. Walking to the 'lift, she pulled the doors open, her
cybernetic musculature groaning in protest, and looked down. She couldn't
risk an actual 'lift, as the Vulcan's would doubtless know she were in
it and stop it, possibly trapping her. Her ears registered the arrival
of several Vulcan's on the rear deck. She'd better move quickly. She couldn't
take them all on at once, at least without killing many of them. At that
point, what she'd been waiting for happened. A 'lift went by, going down.
As it passed, she jumped on top, however, the lift stopped on the next
deck. Unanticipated, she thought to herself, as she heard the security
contingent getting near the 'lift. What would she do....?
Infinitech
- Tuesday,
September 07, 1999 at 10:06:04 (MDT)
On the Far Star, the Vulcans had finally grown tired of finding
a graceful way to examine the components of the vessel from another universe.
As the brought a plasma cutter onto the ship, Mel decided that passivity
had exhausted itself. Tying into the ship's computer, he overrode the primary
transporter controls and beamed all the Vulcans on the shuttle deck onto
the next level up. Then, having a nasty thought, Mel accessed the secured
computer archive, and dumped the entire library of computer worms and viruses
he had been infected with earlier and entered them into the ship's transporter
controls. No one would be beaming now, he thought with an uncharacteristic
grin. Before the Vulcan's discovered his computer link and disconnected
it, Mel also raised the shields, to prevent the other ships of the police
convoy from sending reinforcements. Now, it was a ship full of Vulcans
versus two Infinitives and a ship...
Infinitech
- Tuesday,
September 07, 1999 at 10:12:13 (MDT)
The Vulcans didn't stand a chance...
Infinitech
- Tuesday,
September 07, 1999 at 10:12:33 (MDT)
The Vulcan security team swarmed to the 'lift door. Looking down,
they saw Elisia standing on a turbolift, waiting to escape. It wasn't going
to happen. The Vulcans opened fire, the stunning force of their weapons
hitting her squarely, setting off sparks and energy flares as her cybernetic
physiology tried to absorb the impact. Finally, the fire stopped. Two of
the team looked down in the shaft to ensure her unconscious state. Unfortunately,
when these two were called to duty, they put on the first thing they could
find... a red shirt. (Narrator's note: I won't even explain what happens
to them, as we all doubtless know by now the correlation between red torso
attire and terminal deactivation. end note.). With a flash, she climbed
the walls of the shaft and fired, the absorbed energy of the stun blasts
channeling through her transducers and rendering unconscious all sentient
organisms on the whole deck. Dropping back down, the lift began to descend.
Grabbing the door of the shuttle deck, Elisia pulled the doors apart and
crumpled to the floor, the previous feat sending her nervous system into
neural shock...
Infinitech
- Tuesday,
September 07, 1999 at 10:31:30 (MDT)