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USS Michael Badnarik Captains Log

DAY 56

I, captain Benedetto Xavier of the USS Michael Badnarik am proceedinng with my ship towards the Asteroid Belt at usual speed. Will arrive in 1 day.

Sailor Niven of the USS Michael Badnarik has gone bonkers, tried to assault officers with kitchen knife. Shot in the head, dismembered, organs frozen appropriately and prepared for sale when we arrive back to Earth.

Nothing else unusual.

Tag..

Asteorid Belt

It is not much, out there. Basically, a vacuum desert with a surprisingly high concentration of rocks.

Yet, said rocks tend to attract mining corporations.

And until a few days ago, said mining corporations made quite a bit of money, out there.

Not that one had many people, here. The mines were (usually) automated, since no one was willing to live here, in the middle of nowhere.

Apart from that, only a few patrol vessels and a couple cruisers with specialists on board, just in the case that emergency reparatures were necessary, ensured that the work continued smoothly.

Well, the work was still continuing smoothly, however, the ships...

Well, a bit of debris from a few who had been destroyed...

A few others, mindless slaves...

And another few, who had a mind.

A twisted mind...

And one of them, the largest one, its pink colour definitely resembling a rather eccentric employee... Or an even more eccentric core.

It was the boss, if this expression could be used.

Waiting for prey.

USS Michael Badnarik Captains Log

DAY 57

I, captain Benedetto Xavier of the USS Michael Badnarik have arrived at the Belt.

Perceiving peculiar pink-coloured vessel, approaching.

Nothing else unusual.


Transmission to the Pink Vessel: "This is USS Michael Badnarik of the Allanean Stellar Navy. Greetings. Please identify yourself."

Pleasure and Pain giggled a little, noticing the new arrival... Coming closer.

Not too close, though. A three second lag seemed to be ok. A few of her smaller, accompanying vessels came closer, though... Watching.

We need something to play with, don't you think so?

YESYESYESYES

Pleasure and Pain chuckled. Yes. And I agree.

With that, she connected to one of the mindless vessels, controlling it, giving orders... It moved closer, until it was only about 30000km away from the Allanean vessel.

And from it, not from herself, the communications begun.

We're the queens of the night... Alone, in this vastness called space... We want to have fun... Do you want some fun, too?

She giggled, amused, moving a bit closer, with her friends... She, the cruiser, two small destroyers... Two kinky patrol vessels.

General giggling ensued as the others joined in, filling the emptyness of space with (admittedly short ranged) psychic echoes.

Come here... they sent, siren's songs to lure the Allaneans in... Offering what their names said.

Aboard the USS Michael Badnarik

Captain Benedetto Xavier raised his eyebrows.

"Sir, peculiar vessels approaching us. They put in a transmission offering what seems to be sexual services."

"What?"

"Sexual services."

"Go in, closely. Man all weapons positions, just in case. Hand out contraceptives to the crew, in case these ships are what they claim they are."

Wonderful. Truly wonderful... Pleasure and Pain giggled, amusing herself with the others. She did of course not think of actual... Sexual contacts... But she intended to have fun.

The question was, of course, if the Allaneans would have fun.

But then, the three of them considered that question to be kinda irrelevant.

In any case, first of all, getting close was important. Which didn't seem to be overly hard, since the Allaneans came closer on their own, anyway.

The cold sunlight reflecting on their bodies, their hulls, they came closer, closer. 10000 kilometers, 9000... 8000... The engines spitting out the mix of ions and plasma they produced, energies radiating in their cores, expanding, waiting...

Unfortunately, they had to get even closer. Twenty, thirty kilometers.

Well, they would see.

And meanwhile, the siren's songs continued, inviting them.

"Come, board us, we're waiting... We need help... Docking is available... You surely heard that billions were dying... Save us...

We will be grateful."

Aboard the USS Michael Badnarik

"OK, Sir, we are ready to dock."

"Get the docking crew ready their rifles and shotguns, just in case."

The clicking of weapon bolts resonated throughout the ships as the Badnarik went in to dock.

Pleasure and Pain chuckled, giggled in anticipation... A grin forming in her dust- covered face. She could feel, hear her two sisters... small, they were, perhaps eighty- meter long vessels, excessively sleek, for Angstian standards...

There they come...

They, unlike a certain freighter on earth, weren't so much interested in pleasure but inpain...

Though inflicting the pain was pleasure, for them.

The USS Michael Badnarik was docking, it was a rather smooth process... Not on Pleasure and Pain, though, it was just floating around... But on one of the light patrol craft.

A giggle echoed through the realms of the heliosphere, barely noticeable by those who were equipped to notice it... The two other ships.

There they there. It will be fun.

And she extended her mind, slowly... Not trying to read their minds, merely... tasting their essence, their mere presence... Unnoticeable, weak... yet, pleasurable, a joy... For her.

The metal dock doors slid open with a clang.

"Ready?"

"Ready."

And so the boarding team went into the metal labyrinth - four men, three carrying automatic G-36K rifles, and one carrying a Rayisian Arms Flamechucker flamethrower.

There you are... She chuckled a little. Only four? Pity.

The interior of the ship was... Well, narrow. A few small maintenance drones running around, long, spidery legs sticking to the ceiling.

It was dark, of course, though dim lights gave minimum sight... Since Angstians weren't used to bright light to begin with, the ships were... Well, comparable.

It was an odd mixture. organic, even biological parts. Then, crystalline structures. And, of course, your average metal parts.

Are you going to do it, Susie? Pleasure and Pain could hardly wait for the game to start.

Yes. Susie, the Patrol vessel, chuckled. It was amusing... The ship that docked to her was actually larger than her, 100m, compared to her eighty.

It didn't matter, though.

I sensed them. Four inside me, 31 more in their own ship. I wonder...

Understood. Pleasure and Pain chuckled, waiting.

On Susie, something changed. Even though she was basically the weakest kind of interplanetary vessel DA had, her capabilities were still Significant, with regards to psionic amplification.

All of them, or just the four?

All of them. They ARE gunnuts, and would probably notice you fucking with their minds.

True.

And with that, she begun it... Sensing them was the first. She could probably have handled twice as many Allaneans, however, this wasn't necessary.

Then, touching them.. exploring them. Although the average normal did not usually notice it, it wasn't impossible to feel something searching for things it wasn't supposed to search for... It was likely that at least one or two, being aware of the inherent psionic capabilities of the Angstians, would get a clue.

And after that, after an annoying period of perhaps thirty seconds, the real 'mindhack' begun. Since the hack itself would take time, about thirty minutes, the first thing to do was to cut off significant parts of the nervous system... Easier, faster to do, and resulting in utter helplessness.

This ought to be fun.

ooc: Since this has been... Left untouched for a while, despite me urging Allanea several times to continue, and despite warning him that I would post for him if he didn't write a post until sunday (And still waiting two days longer than planned), with him writing [b]quite a few posts... Well, elsewhere, I'm now going to... Well, continue.

ic:

The pilot had been right. Several Allaneans, feeling the touch, expanding, overwhelming them, reacted.

Reacted the right way.

"Out of here! Get the hell away from the ship!"

Unfortunately, getting loose would take time... Quickly, the first fell, convulsing, spasming... A few shots could be heard, the last of the three Allaneans already inside the ship trying to do some damage, to... Well, to stop this.

Unfortunately, the G36K tended not to do to much damage to the interior. It was like a soft tickling, for the senses of the pilot...

Although she had to admit that this one wire he hit did... Hurt.

But then, the Allanean crumbled to the ground, his nervous system failing... Spiteful, as she was, she made sure his nervous system failed to transmit the information necessary to breathe... Physically, it was painless, but still... Lying there, helpless, wanting to breathe, yet being incapable of doing it...

On the USS Michael Badnarik, the few crewmen still capable of moving continued their work, frantically trying to get loose from the Angstian vessel. Its pilot giggled a little.

A few Allaneans who were already lying on the ground begun moving... Their minds were still... Free, but that didn't help them much. Controlling their nervous systems she sent them after the rest of the crew, while still continuing her original assault... Cruel movements, poor, no real threat to those who were still standing, to those more resistant to the assault... Yet, looking... Scary, their limbs moving like zombies, spasms ripping through their bodies.

Ow. Why the fuck are they carrying grenade launchers with them? Freaks. She could feel the pain, the hull structure near the air lock was quite weakened... But not too much so.

Another fell, and another... Few were remaining, yet, they had almost succeeded in getting free... Almost.

And then, the airlock of the USS Michael Badnarik closed... He, the last one standing, had managed it.

Now, just to get moving, just to get loose... a few seconds, only a few seconds.

Then he fell.

And the pilot of the Angstian ship, the gunship, contacted Pleasure and Pain and the other one.

Lets have some fun, girls.

At the same time, a drone came close, slowly burning through the airlock.

OOC: G-36 Rechambered in Grendel, might you.

IC: Captain Xavier cursed as he knee-capped yet onther zombified crewmebmer. Strangely, his own mind was able to resist such things... for now.

'Strap yeself in boys!' he screamed, as the crewmembers rushed for their seats.

Then all engines kicked into life, pushing them back into the seats and burning the hull of the other ship with all they had.

The Badnarik was struggling to cut loose, both ship spinning in space at great speeds.

It wasn't all that much of a surprise. After all, hacking a mind sort of includes gaining information... And even though the scout was somewhat surprised that there was still someone standing, idly making a note that she had to train a little more, this information came through.

Of course, it wasn't like she cared all that much. The Allaneans weren't all that smart, that much she had noticed a while ago. And being smaller than the Allanean vessel meant that their engines, their drives couldn't even reach her.

Something's up? Pleasure and Pain asked.

Stupid fuckers resist more than expected.

She could have started her own engines... Being somewhat more advanced that the Allanean ship, she could have been able to counteract... But it would have been insane, the materials wouldn't be able to withstand the pressure... The connection would break, and all would be lost.

No, she preferred to be dragged with the Allaneans, slowly... Continuing her work.

And all the time, she continued her effords, hacking, breaking into nervous systems, cutting nerves... Endlessly, without pausing. She had the energy to do it, the ship increasing her abilities... Her might.

And then, there was this other thing... The drones. There were a few of them, waiting, various kinds... While the first few cut through the Allanean airlock.

Another second, another... Slowly, they continued their work. Of course, in space, one had to expect such things to be rather stable, capable of withstanding for quite a while...

Nonetheless, they continued, continued... It wouldn't be all that long until they would get through.

And then, some more... Rough means were used.

The larger drones, carrying their kinetic weapons... Firing. Careful, of course, they wanted to destroy the airlock, not the things that lay beneath.

Well, not yet. She chuckled.

Enough. If he doesn't reply... His problem. As far as I am concerned, this is the end, and I will stick with it. Well, the end... Prolly references on the Mars boards. But since Allanea got warned more than just one time that I want to see him replying, and he is apparently incapable of doing it... I'm finishing it on my own.

Asteorid Belt, somewhat later

Pleasure and Pain moved slowly, accelerating with about 10m/s^2, while enjoying her new cargo. She smiled, chuckled, congratulating her accompanying vessels on their success, enjoying the internal company she had.

Indeed, this wireless connections are kinda shiny... She thought, now being her true self, Motoko, sitting in some small, dark chamber, three of the twenty- five Allaneans they had found to be useful next to her... Playing with them.

She could feel some sensation as several dozen particle beams hit the Allanean ship, crippling it... Vaporising significant parts of its hull, turning it into a wreckage, incapable of supporting the live of the crippled, wounded Allaneans they had left on it.

She chuckled a little as she bit one of her toys, the very toys she had spent so much time with, training them, manipulating their minds, occasionlly breaking them (As if she hadn't already done it), leaving open backdoors to their minds, their conciousness, their nervous system, just in case... Turning them into almost willing objects...

And eventually, she changed her course, together with her accompanying vessels, heading for Mars.

Now, where are the chains? She wondered briefly while she played with them as if they were stuffed animals... Or dolls.

Allanea and especially the Allanean space forces were pwned by the vengeful machine intelligence of 01 in what has been termed by some the "One Day War."
Ineffable Historical Intelligence Bureau

This thread started JUST before that war started, and as far as I am concerned, it is still the same day, in this thread (yay fluid time), I also recall an explicit deployment list counting the involved Allanean as deployed during the conflict.

PS: and DEAR GOD, shorten your signature...

OOC: I'm aware of that. I was just pointing out that Allanea may have given this thread up for dead after that, and that you should telegram him if you want to continue it.
And what's wrong with my sig.? Other than the garish colours I mean...