WW LXXVII: The Metamorphs of Wolf-562-e - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

Nerwen · 05-30-2010, 11:02 AM

Prologue

“Captain,” said the person in the uniform of the Terran Galactic Fleet, carefully locking the door, “is this cabin secure?”

“As secure as I can make it.” Captain McNerwen leaned back in her chair, eyeing the newcomer with no friendly gaze. “Why?”

“Last Night,” said the other, “I had a dream.”

Strangely, this seemingly inane statement failed to spark Captain McNerwen’s legendary temper. She, and she alone knew that the person before her was one of three Terran Intelligence agents assigned to the crew of the TGS Lothlórien. More than that, this particular agent was a telepath, genetically engineered to be able to tune in on mental frequencies. It was a talent to which the captain had to give a grudging respect, however irritating she found its owner.

“What about?”

“Wolf-562-e. I dreamt three of our crew were murdered while on leave there, and– and replaced with Metamorphs.”

They stared at each other for fully half a minute.

Finally the captain broke the silence. “So. The Radiant Empire offered them a better deal. And they took it.” She sighed bitterly. “My father always said the only Metamorph you could trust was a dead one. We should have known they were up to something.” The captain shook her head. After five years of devastating interstellar war, it had had been all too tempting to believe in this powerful new ally. “Well, then– which three?”

“I don’t know, Captain. It could be anyone. I can see this only by sharing the dreams of the Metamorphs themselves, and their minds are so alien. All I’m sure of is that it wasn’t you or the other two agents. Also, I have a feeling the Metamorphs aren't our only problem– I'm getting a sense of treachery from somewhere– but I'm not sure. Look, Captain, I need more time–”

The captain reached for the mouthpiece of the subspace communication system, able to send a message instantly across light years. “We don’t have time, you fool!” she snapped. “Earth must be warned!”

But the communicator was dead.

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05-30-2010, 11:02 AM	#1
Nerwen Wisest of the Noldor Join Date: Oct 2007 Location: ˙˙˙ssɐןƃ ƃuıʞooן ǝɥʇ ɥƃnoɹɥʇ Posts: 6,694	WW LXXVII: The Metamorphs of Wolf-562-e Prologue “Captain,” said the person in the uniform of the Terran Galactic Fleet, carefully locking the door, “is this cabin secure?” “As secure as I can make it.” Captain McNerwen leaned back in her chair, eyeing the newcomer with no friendly gaze. “Why?” “Last Night,” said the other, “I had a dream.” Strangely, this seemingly inane statement failed to spark Captain McNerwen’s legendary temper. She, and she alone knew that the person before her was one of three Terran Intelligence agents assigned to the crew of the TGS Lothlórien. More than that, this particular agent was a telepath, genetically engineered to be able to tune in on mental frequencies. It was a talent to which the captain had to give a grudging respect, however irritating she found its owner. “What about?” “Wolf-562-e. I dreamt three of our crew were murdered while on leave there, and– and replaced with Metamorphs.” They stared at each other for fully half a minute. Finally the captain broke the silence. “So. The Radiant Empire offered them a better deal. And they took it.” She sighed bitterly. “My father always said the only Metamorph you could trust was a dead one. We should have known they were up to something.” The captain shook her head. After five years of devastating interstellar war, it had had been all too tempting to believe in this powerful new ally. “Well, then– which three?” “I don’t know, Captain. It could be anyone. I can see this only by sharing the dreams of the Metamorphs themselves, and their minds are so alien. All I’m sure of is that it wasn’t you or the other two agents. Also, I have a feeling the Metamorphs aren't our only problem– I'm getting a sense of treachery from somewhere– but I'm not sure. Look, Captain, I need more time–” The captain reached for the mouthpiece of the subspace communication system, able to send a message instantly across light years. “We don’t have time, you fool!” she snapped. “Earth must be warned!” But the communicator was dead. ~~~~~~~~~~* No posting on this thread. __________________ "Even Nerwen wasn't evil in the beginning." –Elmo. Last edited by Nerwen; 06-11-2010 at 07:10 AM.