From the Ashes - Part One

Posted on Sun Mar 8th, 2020 @ 2:44am by Commander Ethan "Hardcase" Duval & Post Captain Plataea "Phantom" Lasky

Mission: Mission 75: Through the Looking Glass
Location: Various Locations - USS Dreamcrusher
Timeline: 0300Hrs - April 4th, 2392

Plataea Unal was asleep in the spare bed, blissfully unaware that in the next room, a monster was stirring. Lt Commander Jefferson Duval blinked his eyes open, he found himself looking around an empty bedroom where the lights were off, he slowly climbed out of bed to find himself wearing a pair of shorts and nothing else so after he had been captured, he had had his clothing stripped and changed.

He blinked as he said quietly. "Computer.. lights up to one-tenth.."

"Acknowledged." came a female voice. For Duval, that was also strange as it should have been a male voice but he quickly noticed that these quarters looked fit for someone living here, he noticed various effects scattered around the room which indicated that a woman lived here.

He slowly smiled as he looked around, these quarters were luxurious compared to the standards he was used to which was in his opinion lacking and dull. He got up and he noticed he had no aches or pains at all, he blinked in a reaction as he had expected the various issues from mobility but he dropped to one knee before he moved into a forward roll and then he leaped back to his feet again, there was no pain whatsoever.

"What happened to me?" Duval asked himself softly. He realized that he needed to relieve himself so he went into the bathroom nearby, he was expecting a small shower, a sink, and a toilet. What he got was a rather large bathtub that could easily have three people in comfort if they were intimate, next to it was a large enclosed shower and a rather large sink. "What the fuck..." he commented before he went over to the toilet to handle his needs.

A few minutes later after all was said and done, he emerged back into the bedroom, expecting to find the owner of these quarters standing there but she was not to be found.

He went out into the main sitting area and what he found was a small hallway that connected to the main living space. "I've never imagined quarters like this on a Federation ship.." he said to himself.

"Computer end program." he said aloud, as he half expected and half anticipated, nothing happened.

"Computer?"

"Yes?" came the response, her tones soft and gentle.

"What ship am I on...?" Duval inquired.

The response almost blew his mind. "This is the U.S.S. Dreamcrusher. She is the eighth ship of her class built. This class represents a new level of technical skill for the Federation, she also represents a new generation of Starfleet vessel and for her crew, she is a new level of comfort and sophistication for her crews."

Duval blinked as he quickly swept through this person's quarters, this place was really luxurious compared to what he was used to which was honestly a tenth of this size, or three rooms in all. One of them was a bathroom, the second was the main living area and the third was his sleeping area.

Duval went over to the replicator, he tapped three buttons on it, his requested beverage appeared, he lifted the glass and he downed the entire contents of the glass in one smooth swig, he then placed the glass back into the replicator before he tapped the 'recycle' button with his right hand.

The glass vanished before his eyes before he began checking the rest of these quarters but it was in the last room he checked that he found the real owner of these quarters as she slept on, blissfully unaware of him.

Plataea meanwhile could hear him thinking as he approached and this woke her up. Her eyes snapped open as her senses alerted her mind to danger. She shifted her position as she moaned softly, making it look like she was still asleep.

When she suddenly opened her eyes as she looked right into his eyes. Duval stopped advancing towards her, he frowned. "Computer... lights up to a hundred percent."

Plataea lifted her hands to her eyes, to shield them from the light. "Duval... Authentication... November Delta One."

"Authenticated... Sierra Zulu Zulu." Duval responded. "Torilla-"

"Actually I answer to Plataea these days Jeff.." Plataea sat up, her covers spilling away to reveal her nude chest in all its female glory. "There is actually two other Torilla's here... one married to a guy named Lasky and they work for... some friends of mine and the other is the native to this reality. Torilla Yamaguchi isn't me... I doubt she would appreciate it."

"So... there are three of you running around.." Duval regarded her. "Of all the people I expected.. I didn't think I'd find you again."

"Yes.. Well its complicated.." Unal responded. "Jake and April both turned on me and tried to kill me... April placed my mission in danger and... I was forced to improvise... So... How are things in the Empire."

"The Empire is slowly building up their strength for an outright invasion of the Romulans... the Bajoran's are still causing trouble and so is the rest of the Rebellion." Duval explained evenly. "Your cousins Victoria and Marie are all that remains of your family, everyone else is dead or lost... Victoria was stipped of her command after her ship was destroyed in the battle of the rift... Thats what they are calling it... and she was demoted back to Master Chief Petty Officer so she was assigned to SPECWAR Team Two.."

"Siaxx's command." Plataea responded quietly. "and how is that hot little slut?"

"Still being herself... She drowns in her own pain and misery that she sells herself to get away from it for only a few minutes.."

"It loses its effectiveness over time." Plataea Unal responded, before she moved so she was sitting up in the bed. "Duval.." she sighed. "Have a seat... before I hurt my neck looking up at you."

Duval sat down in the chair as he regarded Plataea. "Marie is still the same old conniving little witch she always was... and Victoria has died inside." he sighed softly. "Jake is also dead.. and so is April... they both were recorded as having perished at the battle..."

"Lovely." Plataea responded. "What about T'Nae?" as soon as she asked, she knew it was the wrong thing to say as he went from the pleasant Duval she remembered to something truly terrible to behold, he shot to his feet as Plataea did likewise, revealing she wasn't wearing any clothing whatsoever.

Duval glared darkly at her, hands outreached for her body, she however was able to get there first as the two of them crashed together, she then forced her mind into his, forcing him to stop his attack on her, she delved deeply into his mind before she found herself
standing on a thoughtscape, the skies was as night overhead but without any stars, the ground was dark and dead, there were cracks everywhere wos all shapes and sizes.

"Duval..?" Plataea called. "Jefferson!" she shouted a moment later.

"You are not welcome here.." came a female voice.

"T'Nae.." Plataea responded quietly. "Show yourself, you vile bitch.." the Halanan demanded.

"Very well.." came a voice from behind Plataea. She turned to find herself face to face with the T'Nae from her memories, the hateful overweight Vulcan female who didn't look after herself or anyone else, this woman was a slob and a train wreck, who destroyed everything she touched. "You sought me... What do you want.?"