The operation
01 Dec 2018Gurutez
OK Ok okIv been out of the med bay for a few days now.
Its taken quite a bit of explaining but Simione and Tiger have cleared up some of what happened. With the help of MrEMan they jumped away from Maia and down to near the Pleiades Sector. They looked for a distress call that was "old" basically meaning no chance of survivors, which probably meant no Thargoid presence either. They would drop into these signal sources have a quick scan and on seeing a none human contact would jump out again as fast as the FSD cool-down would allow.
Anyway in the end they found an abandoned wreck with that corrosive green mist still there. Somehow using a ship launched fighter trailing a grade 2 corrosive resistant cargo rack they collected some of this mist.
Simione had been allowing some of his spines to grow and mature, these he then removed (at great pain). The spines and the corrosive gas were then brought together, commander TigerTiger tells me it was a sight to behold, more colors than he knew there were apparently.
At the end of this en-devour he tells me what was left was a collection of organic white and metallic silver tendrils or filaments. Hair thin he says, almost invisible. Simione took some and made a solution of some kind which he then got Tiger to inject directly into a nerve cluster in my lower back before I was sent to surgery. The rest Simione bathed in a series of acid and oil baths while I was under the knife.
The next day i was released from surgical and basically discarded from the facility. Aboard TigerTigers new Dolphin (In metallic blue, woo wee dam sexy ship) Simione began his own surgery. Tiger tells me all he could do was watch for 3 days while my body hung upside down in the anti-grav suite and Simione meticulously went about his work, painstakingly inserting those white and silver filaments into the back of my neck, the same site as the neurosurgery by the Doctor. The whole time Simione talked to himself about loss and pain and not being able to go on alone, not being able to go back and not wanting to find something new.
After the surgery was finished Tiger says he could barely get a word out of Simione, says Simione got sick, sweating, sleeping alot, vomiting and disappearing for days into the ships service chutes.
After around 2 weeks Tiger says he was ready to call it. He had planned the speech out in his head, "look Simione we tried! We did everything we could, but we gotta make peace with it. He's Gone." He was gonna offer Simione 2 choices
1/ Take over from me, go forward as the new Gurutez. Take what was left of my credits and fleet and go forth.
2/ Team up with him and see what they could make together.
He would speak to the little weirdo in the morning.
Tiger woke, sleep interrupted by something. His eyes adjusted to see the figure of Simione hunched in the dark across from his bunk, large eyes gleaming in the dark. It reminded him that there was something a bit Sinister about the little imp, something that Guru never saw, never could see, maybe was never there for him.
"Uhhh, hey buddy. You ok over there?" No reply
"You realize what your doing is creepy right?" Nothing.
"Just so you know I really like you man, but iv seen my fair share of space crazy and i sleep with 2 weapons." Simione lifted his head out of the shadow and that big toothy grin was visible now. Slowly and a little manically he formed the words.
"Boss friend is coming back."
And then the screaming started, my screaming, ripping through the ship like thunder. Tiger said as soon as he heard it he knew that people were going to die.
It seems that without my addictive lifestyle I wouldn't have made it. The strain and trauma I had put my mind and body through were the perfect practice and training for this experience. Most nervous systems would have shut down by now. Most minds would have crumbled.
The first few days of being awake were foggy, all i remember was pain. I reveled in it and then it passed. Then I had to get through the blindness, I mean I could see but it was like looking into a bright light. Everything shone so brilliant I could barely make anything out. But after time this too passed. I got ready for the big one, movement. My muscles would have atrophied and I had weeks of rehab ahead of me, or so I thought. The little legend had been using micro-volt therapy to keep my muscles working for the last month and been regularly injecting amino acid supplements directly into my muscle tissue. I was as fitter than anyone in my position could ever hope to be.
During these few days I was tended to by medic bots, seems Tiger had spent a small fortune on this temporary medical bay. The whole time I was there I felt the familiar lurches in relativity as we entered witchspace, over and over again, where the hell were we going?
I made my way out of the med bay and up to the helm. I had never been aboard a Dolphin before and now realized I loved it so sleak so cool, and the sounds from the engines very cool.
I stumbled onto the bridge and everything stopped. We all stared at each other, nobody knowing what to say. They was joy, anger, relief and frustration mixed across all faces in the room. Which emotion would break through first? I mustered up the strength to ask what had happened but before i broke the silence; Simione burst into tear and began wailing like a newborn. He ran at me and flung himself around my waist tears literally streaming down his face. I half heartedly tried to pry him off me but already knew it was futile. I looked at Tiger imploringly.
"I don't know, guess the little creep missed you." He said, but this felt deeper.
I got him to look up at me and began to ask him what was wrong, but as soon as I caught his eye I saw there was no consoling him in this moment. There was true heart rending pain and devastation in those eyes, and I knew that very little of it was for my sake. His mouth fell open and his grief fell out
"GORMONGANDER is dead!!!!!!!"