Mortal Protection Services Chapter 10: IV.G: The Gaian
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IV.G: The Gaian Intervene. Now! Before I could form a question as to why, I was flooded with information outside my normal purview of watching gaians and the FAP. A part of my mind was already aware, I guess, that the Scourge was in contact with the FAP's furthest edges. That thing was so far from most gaians that it hadn't really bothered me as much as it had the super consciousness. That is the point of having a super consciousness though, right? So that it can take in the bigger picture, while I worry about the little stuff like the six-fucking-hundred sentient species federation, spanning fifteen-thousand light years. So yes, it became a bit much keeping track of it all. I had fractalized myself further down... Much further down. A mind for each species. Dropped each one in an experiencer for a lifespan of said species before setting them loose. I'm really starting to wish I'd made one for the Gaians instead of doing it myself now, then I could stay in hyperspace. Intervene. Now! Intervene. Now! Intervene. Now ! Intervene. Now! Intervene. Now! Oh... dear. That command seems to have echoed down the whole fractal mindscape. Annnd great. Starting at the end of my fractal chains we were being recursively folded onto each species home world in The System . Great... that's just swell, Jim. Ah well, at least there will be a good number of us on Gaia, ostensibly the capitol of the FAP. But that's not where I'm going, no, that wouldn't be mission optimal for me. We'll get the enfuckulator built on Gaia, I'm sure. With or without me. The Killitoot mind folded up. The closest to me, and suddenly it felt - QUIET - for the first time in a long time. I paused to study in the resplendent silence, for a while, before I went. When I was ready, I decided to go, and there was a sudden flash of light. Oh ow... I felt... body feelings again. My eyes were screaming in pain when I tried to open them. I hadn't missed pain, not one bit. The rational side of me knew it was because these eyes had never seen before, but I still yowled in response to my first pain. Birthing cries, I suppose. I blinked hard several times until my eyes started adjusting to existing. Ahh sounds too... klaxons? Oh no we're in trouble... wait, that's right. This ship was being attacked, that's why I came here. A commanding voice cut through the chaos, "Who the hell is she?" She? Oh, that was me. Was... I always a woman? I guess so, I think. "Get her off the fucking bridge." Oh, he sounded mad. "I'm sorry Captain Kim, I need to... make some changes to your ship. Just as soon as I can see." "Not happening. Helm, Evasive action. Fly like hell. I don't think we survive another direct blast from that thing's main gun." A pair of large hands, then another pair, and another and another. Ahh, a Horkjultian security officer. Omnipodes, shapeshifters, and all around great security officers. If it thought it needed more hands, it'd use'em. A very, very ticklish species if you know how to do it; I did. No wonder I had materialize with a Zorbellian peacock feather in my hand, the best tickling feathers in the known galaxy. I blinked hard a few more times and my vision turned from painful confusing blurs to mostly just really damn blurry. The whole ship shook as it was glanced with a blast of energy from the incoming Scourge flesh cruiser. "Shields Down Captain, we're dead if that even grazes us again," growled the tactical officer, a Killitoot called Gerwerpterk. I used the distraction to disable the shapeshifting security officer with two strokes of my feather. As he lost shape control, giggling, I pushed him into the tactical officer. The tumble of disharmonious shapes and fur fell to the ground, freeing up space at the console for me. I started working the console over adjusting the shield matrix to properly absorb the shots from this variant of the Scourge. We were still gonna get smoked by that flesh cruiser though, because it wasn't planning to destroy us with those shots, only d