《They are Smol》Chapter Four: Sneks on a Plane
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“No no no no no oh no-“
Caroline was doing so well just a few minutes ago, and then everything went to shit. She had no idea why the movie was stuck on a 15 second loop, just that no matter what she did she couldn’t get the terminal to cut the program. She tried closing the program – nothing. Alt+tab didn’t even pop open a window, her task manager laughed at her, and unplugging the terminal only caused it’s internal fission battery to kick on.
Even the ctrl+alt+win+cmd+option+del+space+F7 self-destruct did nothing.
This was not just a problem, it was a Problem, with a capital P. As part of their initial, peaceful cultural exchange package the Jornissians (as well as every other member species of the Senate) had given humanity a package of media that showed their interstellar neighbors in the best possible light. In the Jornissian package, there was a movie that had sweeping battles like the classic LotR movies – the early 00’s ones, not the 20’s cyberpunk rom-com ones – and yeah, the Office of Interstellar Harmony had…edited it, granted. They edited everything. But it wasn’t malicious! Honest! It’s just there to stop you from freaking out too hard about, well, life on a spaceship surrounded by real apex predators. It was something to make them seem less dangerous and more approachable; nothing more, nothing less.
The OIH and most spacefarers agreed, however, that it would be a very bad idea to show those apex predators that you’ve edited the shit out of their best cultural artifacts to make them seem cuter, while alone with them in the vast emptiness of space. We’ve seen that movie – hell, we’ve made that movie, and we know how it ends.
It ends badly.
“Fuck. Time, I- I need time. I can fix this, I can fix this.” Caroline muttered to herself, kicking off the wall to her work storage locker. Gripping the handle she pulled, both opening the door and tugging her forward into the locker itself. “I need time, oh God I’m already up shit creek…. Oxygen mask, ok, pressure tank – got it, promethium levels topped – uh, torch torch torch” Caroline wholesale scooped out buckets of nuts and tools, causing a snow-globe of easy-to-lose parts to cascade off the walls of her room.
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Click. Click. Cli-FWOOSH
With a manic grin, Caroline floats to the door, blue-flamed torch in hand, welder’s mask upon her head.
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The Bridge was silent, save for the furious background noise of work. On a 3D hard-light projection, the ship Celestial Scale, indicator lights spreading throughout and within it’s surface.
In his perch, Admiral Var’Shrak, watching his best soldiers do their jobs.
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The comms engineer turned to the Admiral, waiting for his orders.
“” Admiral Var’Shrak shifted in his perch, uneasily. As his orders were relayed to Ruby Squad, yet another indicator of the Celestial Scale turned from a fierce and urgent green to white.
“” Vice-Admiral Ressasi pinged, her grizzled face appearing minimized on-screen.
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Var-Shrak grunted in acknowledgement. “”
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The Admiral’s Comms officer broadcast yet another update to the Bridge, interrupting him mid-sentence: “”
Var’Shrak shared a pointed look with his subordinate. To her credit, Ressasi tried to hide her smile. Tried to.
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Another green dot turns white.
“” Var’Shrak questioned, his Vice-Admiral looking at something off-screen.
“” Ressasi chuckled, softly. “”
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Var’Shrak turned his complete attention to his Vice-Admiral, responding to the call of his Comms officer only with a hand gesture. “”
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Vice-Admiral Ressasi hummed. “”
Well that wasn’t normal.””
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Admiral Var’Shrak, 80 year veteran of The Fleet, subduer of pirates, lover of the people, was stumped.
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Ressasi looks offscreen. “” Her face falls slightly, and Admiral Var’Shrak correctly guesses her next comment.
“”Ressasi sighs. “”
“” Var’Shrak murmured, looking idly to the almost-completely white icon’d ship.
Almost.
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There was a minor flurry of bridge activity, before the Admirals’ Comms officer responded. “”
Hmm. Well, once this was cleaned up maybe he could invite this [Human] [Caroline] to a meal. He’d only seen media of [Humans], after all, and if they were going to start joining his people amongst the stars it would do him well to learn more about them, and to apologize for what must be a harrowing and confusing experience.
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‘Besides,’ Var’Shrak thought, ‘Maybe she could shed some light on this situation.’
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Caroline was smart.
She knew this, because of her paranoia and because her daddy always told her so – if they actually were out to get you, then you’re prepared and ready for anything! And if they’re not, well. You’re still ready, just in case.
She had just finished welding her door shut when she heard what sounded like a few 500lb rubber zipperteeth being pulled closed in the corridor outside – with some various hiss-purr-shouting thrown in for good measure.
This meant one of three things:
(1) A V8 Murderbot on tank treads.
(2) A kill team sent to murder her. Possibly with their own murderbot. Or maybe they were the murderbots.
(3) There is no three what are you doing FIX THE MOVIE SAVE YOUR LIFE
“aaaaaAAAAAAAAAA” Caroline opined, kicking off from the door into the now-smokier room, oxygen mask working doubletime to stop her from passing out. With bare hands she gripped the terminal and started performing the ancient and secret mechanicus rite of percussive maintenance.
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Pressed firmly against the floor, the operative looked down the corridor. He was in no danger – the ship wasn’t equipped with EM warfare modules, the cloaking armor (that looked nothing like a soft pillow, to the eventual dismay of Caroline) masking his presence along the visible spectrum, and heat-wise he only looked a few tenths of a degree above ambient.
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It was precisely because he and his squad have been in no danger during this entire operation that everyone was spooked. Before every mutiny scramble, everyone prays that it’s a false alarm – but it never is. For there to be an actual false mutiny alarm….
…well it just doesn’t happen.
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Two more operatives, very obviously NOT in cloaking armor, slithered down the corridor – the rubber treads on their armor allowing for omnidirectional grip and stability, but also utterly destroying any pretense of stealth. With shoulder-mounted kinetic launchers, pack-charged plasma throwers and spreaders and kinetic-force generators, GRANITE and FOAM weren’t meant to be quiet.
They were meant to kill everything.
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KEYRING slithered down past SPOTTER, and it was only when BREWER tapped him on the back did SPOTTER turn to point his weapons down the corridor where they came from.
“” BREWER muttered, taking up position behind a bulkhead
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KEYRING made his way to SISTER’s door, connecting his suit to the door command console. Outwardly he was immobile, but inside his helmet his eyes scanned over reams of data. Door access times, setup codes, maintenance codes, use logs, biometric data…
“” KEYRING yelled to the door, announcing everyone’s presence. “”
Nothing was unusual on his visor. At least, nothing was unusual until he tried to open the door, was met with the all-white code acceptance and the damn thing didn’t move.
“” KEYRING commanded, and SPOTTER moved silently to the door, letting his sensors work it over.
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KEYRING hesitated for a moment at the news – but it was enough to speak volumes to the rest of the squad.
[Caroline], codenamed SISTER, the only [human] on the ship, was the only one in possible danger.
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“” And in one swift movement FOAM reached out, sunk her gauntleted hand into the metal door, and pulled.
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