Mortal Protection Services Chapter 11: IV.E: The 'Earthling'

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IV.E: The 'Earthling' Intervene. Now! Ugh, about fucking time. I'd been screaming it for what felt like ages, but the super consciousness kept telling me it wasn't 'existential' enough to bother Jim about yet because the humans were still making progress against the Scourge worlds, and the Terrans and Gaians hadn't died off yet. I guess the scourge fleets figuring out warp biology was the thing that made the super consciousness realize how bad the problem really was. It had been carrying along a lot of the material it needed to sustain a warp field since the beginning. That stuff emitted viable radioactivity for the Scourge on its long journeys between the stars before it discovered warp. I'd decided to go back down as a person the first time ages ago, and kept asking every few decades over something or other, but MPS protocols had it such that I could only go back down with permission from my super consciousness and the one above it. There was a flash of white, finally. Felt like I was staring into Big Jim at noon trying to open my eyes. "Uhhh so bright." "Ah! It's finally here!" A human male voice. "Put those clothes on it, quick. I don't delight in staring at another being's junk without permission. The boys in lab twelve say it'll probably only be fully smart if has its clothes." "Oh What? Ah... I am unclothed." I was sitting in a chair, at least. I felt someone slip some pants on my legs, and when they got them past my feet I tried to stand up to help them and almost fell over. I heard the motion of booted feet squeaking on sterile tiles and another pair of hands kept me from finding out what those sterile tiles tasted like. Once my pants were secured, those boots retreated, and I sat back down. "Shirt. Sooo big!" I felt her burning embarrassment, but... I did put my arms up immediately, so it worked. That was Technical Sergeant Lalena Kendricks. Ahah, the pants were already helping me remember. She pulled the shirt over me like she did her daughter, three year old Solana. "You are a very good mother Sergeant, nothing to be embarrassed about." I blinked rapidly, and my vision continued to improve. They were putting socks on my feet and there were boots that followed. I wiggled my toes in the boots and felt a shock in my toes, that rolled up all the way through my shirt. "Eyes not working?" Captain Davis asked. The man I'd heard speak earlier was Earth Fleet, Research and Development, Subspace telemetry and observation, Captain Davis. Commander of this space station. All business, almost all the time. He had just the right combination of ruthless efficiency, scientific inquisitiveness, and empathy that I needed in a human right now. Pretty much any human subspace research lab would do, techwise, to build a subspace enfuckulator, but Captain Davis would facilitate it fastest. This particular crew could possibly actually figure out how it works too. Amongst the children of Sol, humans had the most advanced warp drives, power sources, and weapons for fighting the scourge. Incredibly high science investments will get you that. "Not working yet." I reported my eye's status, then cut to the chase, "Jim sent me." "We know. Your Hyperspace clothes arrived an hour ago with a note addressed to professor Jim, apologizing for the Early turn in, signed by a math formula." Captain Davis said. "Oh. So you've been expecting me? That is... unexpected." Ugh, thousands of simulations wasted due to a MPS PMS grad student struggling with time. Go figure. "What's unexpected is damned Jim, of all things getting involved now. Where the hell was he during the containment breach on Eteb?" A cold rage burned in the Captain. Human lifespans are long now, he had lived there, I remembered, but was deployed off-world when the outbreak occured. "You humans contained it, though, in the end. Did you not? And without aid." "Twelve billion people died." His cold rage threatened to boil over. "Yes. It was most unfortunate that I was not allowed to intervene,