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<blockquote data-quote="KirayaTiDrekan" data-source="post: 6419516" data-attributes="member: 6755061"><p>The hyperdrive pulsed as it it had a life of its own...perhaps it did. No one was tending it now. All of the engineers and technicians were busy with minor repairs and making sure the mundane engines would hold up.</p><p></p><p>The original had been taken, intact, from an alien ship in 1947, now known to belong to one of the minion races of the dragons, beings called drow, and duplicated as best as the government was able. They didn't know how it worked, they just knew that it did. But no one wanted to be near it for very long...because it whispered. </p><p></p><p>Not audibly...but spend too much time near it and thoughts started entering your mind. Thoughts not your own. Memories of war in strange realms. Haunting melodies never heard on Earth. Smells of strange flowers and alien oceans. </p><p></p><p>Now it called out to those who could hear it...</p><p></p><p>Carter Davies was drawn by the voices, unable or unwilling to resist. He had never seen the hyperdrive before now...it was a part of the ship impossible to access...but the voices told him the access codes...the voices let him in. It was an oddly egg-shaped thing, black and opaque like obsidian, held in a steel framework. Patterns sometimes swirled and shifted across its surface. Carter could only stare, a mixture of fascination and horror rooting him in place.</p><p></p><p>Cheryl lay nestled in Mike's arms in their small bunk that folded out from the wall. Their quarters were among only 300 family-sized units...meaning they were two living quarters with the wall between them partially removed to create a second, only semi-private sleeping area for the children. Cheryl whimpered in her sleep, a brief nightmare quickening her breathing. And then...the voices. This time louder, filling Mike's mind. He realized that he wasn't hearing them, he was feeling them. Someone...something...was calling out to him. Begging him to find it. He instinctively knew that whatever it was was in the hyperdrive.</p><p></p><p>Emma could still hear the voices as she made her way to the bridge. She passed other people in the corridor, but they didn't seem to register as anything but obstacles. The voices were calling. It wasn't until she'd reached the engine room that she realized she hadn't been going to the bridge at all. The access code to the hyperdrive suddenly invaded her mind, repeating itself over and over...despite the fact that she'd never known the access code before.</p><p></p><p>Trace woke with a start...voices were in his mind, like before while the hyperdrive was active. But they were different now...pleading, begging, urging. In his mind, invading his thoughts. They wanted him to go somewhere...an image of the doors to the engine room sprang into his mind unbidden. And Carter...Carter was there. He knew with absolute certainty...because he could see him, but not with his own eyes. It was like, for just a moment, he was hovering above Carter as the boy stared at something, awestruck and unmoving.</p><p></p><p>Reyes and the other marines were in the large briefing room set aside by Major Reynolds, the commander of the Marines on board Ark 17. Gunnery Sergeant McAdams was currently saying something...Reyes realizes she hasn't been paying attention for several minutes. The voices were back, in her head, in her thoughts. Something was happening in the engine room. Just then, Private Dawson grabbed the sides of his head and shrieked, "Make it stop! Make it stop! The voices!" He started thrashing about violently, clipping Private Hayes in the face with an elbow and bloodying Hayes' nose. McAdams barks an order, "Secure Dawson!"</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="KirayaTiDrekan, post: 6419516, member: 6755061"] The hyperdrive pulsed as it it had a life of its own...perhaps it did. No one was tending it now. All of the engineers and technicians were busy with minor repairs and making sure the mundane engines would hold up. The original had been taken, intact, from an alien ship in 1947, now known to belong to one of the minion races of the dragons, beings called drow, and duplicated as best as the government was able. They didn't know how it worked, they just knew that it did. But no one wanted to be near it for very long...because it whispered. Not audibly...but spend too much time near it and thoughts started entering your mind. Thoughts not your own. Memories of war in strange realms. Haunting melodies never heard on Earth. Smells of strange flowers and alien oceans. Now it called out to those who could hear it... Carter Davies was drawn by the voices, unable or unwilling to resist. He had never seen the hyperdrive before now...it was a part of the ship impossible to access...but the voices told him the access codes...the voices let him in. It was an oddly egg-shaped thing, black and opaque like obsidian, held in a steel framework. Patterns sometimes swirled and shifted across its surface. Carter could only stare, a mixture of fascination and horror rooting him in place. Cheryl lay nestled in Mike's arms in their small bunk that folded out from the wall. Their quarters were among only 300 family-sized units...meaning they were two living quarters with the wall between them partially removed to create a second, only semi-private sleeping area for the children. Cheryl whimpered in her sleep, a brief nightmare quickening her breathing. And then...the voices. This time louder, filling Mike's mind. He realized that he wasn't hearing them, he was feeling them. Someone...something...was calling out to him. Begging him to find it. He instinctively knew that whatever it was was in the hyperdrive. Emma could still hear the voices as she made her way to the bridge. She passed other people in the corridor, but they didn't seem to register as anything but obstacles. The voices were calling. It wasn't until she'd reached the engine room that she realized she hadn't been going to the bridge at all. The access code to the hyperdrive suddenly invaded her mind, repeating itself over and over...despite the fact that she'd never known the access code before. Trace woke with a start...voices were in his mind, like before while the hyperdrive was active. But they were different now...pleading, begging, urging. In his mind, invading his thoughts. They wanted him to go somewhere...an image of the doors to the engine room sprang into his mind unbidden. And Carter...Carter was there. He knew with absolute certainty...because he could see him, but not with his own eyes. It was like, for just a moment, he was hovering above Carter as the boy stared at something, awestruck and unmoving. Reyes and the other marines were in the large briefing room set aside by Major Reynolds, the commander of the Marines on board Ark 17. Gunnery Sergeant McAdams was currently saying something...Reyes realizes she hasn't been paying attention for several minutes. The voices were back, in her head, in her thoughts. Something was happening in the engine room. Just then, Private Dawson grabbed the sides of his head and shrieked, "Make it stop! Make it stop! The voices!" He started thrashing about violently, clipping Private Hayes in the face with an elbow and bloodying Hayes' nose. McAdams barks an order, "Secure Dawson!" [/QUOTE]
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