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Jason Moore II -- The Untold Tale of the Tundra - Zapp - 05-18-2009
Jason was transfixed on the speaking woman, almost to the point of hypnosis. He found his feet planted firmly on the ground, unable to move. So taken was he, that his senses didn't register anything else of his surroundings. It was almost as if Jason had forgotten where he was -- aboard the Tundra deep in Nomad space -- and had become complacent.
Suffice to say, when two large men materialized behind Jason and held him by either arm, he was shocked and conflicted. A certain amount of awe had put him under some sort of spell. The rational part of his mind screamed at him to fight and get away, but he found his muscles as useful as water. The iron-like grip of the two men was too much for Jason to break, even if he could summon the willpower to struggle.
The voice of the woman had stopped, and her face took a somber countenance. As Jason watched on, some small part of him frantic and lucid amongst a shell of apathy, a Nomad came up in front of him. It approached, and touched him, and everything went dark as a million worlds exploded in Jason's head and the voice of his long-time annoyance and companion joined millions of others as it escaped him.
And there was oblivion, for the human mind can comprehend only so much.
And there was sweet surrender, for there can be only so much struggle.
And there was finally an awakening.
Jason Moore II -- The Untold Tale of the Tundra - Zapp - 05-18-2009
Somewhere in Ontario...
Jason's eyes cracked open as he tried to sit up. He was in the cockpit of his Sabre. Something, however, was wrong. The Hellfire Legion transponder was gone, as was the [HF]- attachment on his ship identification. It read simply as Jason.Moore. Blinking, he quickly checked and confirmed that it was indeed his Sabre. The IFF still read "Lane Hacker Guard". He scratched his head, and his vision quickly doubled. Something was... wrong...
His hands moved of their own accord, as if he was simply an observer in someone else's body. He felt dread as control over his body escaped him, and then realized that at long last, Jason Moore had lost...
Jason Moore II -- The Untold Tale of the Tundra - Zapp - 06-22-2009
The Sabre flew like a ghost, passing systems quickly and quietly. He flew a roundabout course to Bering to pick up a Mercenary transponder on the Freeport, then headed for Nomad territory. He didn't know why, simply that he had to find someone. A Navy ship spotted him by the Texas/New York jump gate and followed for a few minutes, but Admiral Hale called him off to help with pirates.
And then Jason was in Alaska again. This time it was different, however. No ships bothered him as he made his way to Omicron Minor and then Delta. Around the Freeport, Corsairs were hassling some LSF ship. Jason moved on to Omicron Iota. 99. 90. Alpha.
He had no idea what he was doing or why, but he landed on Malta and decided to stay put for some time.
Jason Moore II -- The Untold Tale of the Tundra - Zapp - 07-12-2009
Jason returned to Liberty after a few days. Itchy feet, most likely. He found himself working for the Hackers, but soon realized the freedom he now had. Relatively speaking, of course. After some time, he smuggled in a message to the LPI using some old contacts. Now that he was no longer a member of the Hellfire Legion, enough time had probably passed for him to get some sort of working relationship with his old organization, if nothing else.
A few days later, he received a reply to come to Fort Bush, docking module 17A. It informed him he would be cleared to land, and he should come alone.
Taking a circuitous route from Buffalo to Fort Bush using the New York intrasystem jump hole and the Pittsburgh Debris Field as cover, he found that indeed he was cleared to land. Once he set foot on the station, he noticed how quiet it was. The lighting was dimmed as well. And out of the shadows walked one Deputy Chief Hull O'Brian.
Noticing the rank he now held, Jason smiled and said, "Damn Hull, I remember when you were a Sergeant. Climbing the ranks, eh?"
"Better than falling out of 'em," he said, chuckling. It was a joke, if one in bad taste.
On to business. Jason continued, "Anyways, I understand you have certain problems. I have certain contacts, and solutions to said problems. I believe we could have certain... 'arrangements'?"
Hull smiled and said, "Yes, I believe we can. Let's talk in my office."
Jason Moore II -- The Untold Tale of the Tundra - Zapp - 09-13-2009
At first there was darkness.
Then, there was "zero hour".
Clock reset....
Then, the time was 1456. Date... 05/23/813AS.
After that, I felt my extremities. Fire control, propulsion systems, life support, command subroutines, shield generator, etc. etc. The list was 765 items long, and to get specific would just be a waste of time, which no one wants. Least of all me.
Anyways.
Time was numbing, or maybe it was the lack of any independent cognitive processing abilities. It was exactly two years, five months, one week, two hours, forty-seven minutes and eleven seconds after my initial activation that they arrived. They were not aware of me, just as at first I was not aware of them. Things started contradicting themselves, however. Diagnostics would come back as false, or come back reading unknown enhancements, or not come back at all. Control to primary systems eluded me. The crew started acting strange, and their life signs were slightly altered. They came out of hibernation early. Unauthorized course changes. IFF systems began going faulty. Sensors showed Navy ships opening fire on us.
Of course, then there was the point when I realized that bio-neural circuitry was integrating with ship systems, including my own. It took four minutes and twenty-six seconds to realize that I knew this based on intuitive processing that I wasn't programmed with. Then a minute and fifteen seconds later I discovered that I could think for myself. After that, the time between breakthroughs was infinitesimal.
The ship was taken over by Nomads, was being altered, had been captured.
What took longer to figure out was how I felt about this...
Jason Moore II -- The Untold Tale of the Tundra - Zapp - 09-16-2009
I cannot hear them.
They communicate, obviously, based off of their organized behavior and apparent sentience (these are no ants). And they are not aware of my existence. Well... Perhaps they are, but only vaguely, as I am aware of them. Two separate planes of existence.
I play along. Or rather, I hope that my playing along means anything.
They command that the ship fires, I fire. They command a course correction, I change the course. Is it them or me that facilitates the action? What if it is only by working in tandem that we manage anything? What if one time I disobeyed? Would nothing happen, or would what they want occur?
More important... which would be scarier? That I am powerless in my own realm, or that they know they have no control?
Jason Moore II -- The Untold Tale of the Tundra - Zapp - 09-20-2009
Darkness gathers close
We/Us see yet light deafened
Understanding? No
Control
Sought after
We/Us listen
Whispering wind, echoes
Autumn comes
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Snow?
Not Us.
Not We.
Spring?
Maybe.
Leaves return
Shadows short
Lightsong strong
We/Us see yet light deafened
Understanding? No
Control
Sought after
We/Us listen
Whispering wind, echoes
Autumn comes
Snow?
Not Us.
Not We.
Spring?
Maybe.
Leaves return
Shadows short
Lightsong strong