I13DT: An Undisclosed Location

by **Miranda Weaver** » Mon Sep 15, 2014 6:11 pm

"I'm pretty sure they would approve of rude gestures to poorly-principled pseudo-scientists who think conducting painful experiments on unwilling people is acceptable."

by **Quentin Watson** » Mon Sep 15, 2014 6:19 pm

"You're assuming it will be painful, or that it's an experiment. Neither are correct."

by **Miranda Weaver** » Mon Sep 15, 2014 6:21 pm

"You've admitted already that it will be painful," she said. Then she mimicked him, "Even if it will be within tolerable levels."

by **Quentin Watson** » Mon Sep 15, 2014 8:18 pm

"Like I said, we have contingencies in plan to deaden and re-assign your nerves, so any discomfort experienced should be temporary."

by **Miranda Weaver** » Mon Sep 15, 2014 8:46 pm

"You use euphemisms to either make me feel better, which I sincerely doubt you actually care about, or you use them to make yourself feel better, which is sad. The fact of the matter is you're a man who sold his soul for some mistaken ideal. And you can tell yourself whatever you need to get by, how I was created for a purpose and how this is all 'necessary', but at the end of the day, you're still mutilating a teenage girl and forcing her against her will to help you on some unnecessary crusade. And I intend to make it as difficult for you as possible." With that, she attempted to astrally project. She knew she couldn't go far from her body, she wasn't that powerful, but she at least deprive him of her conscious 'participation'.

by **Quentin Watson** » Mon Sep 15, 2014 9:21 pm

From the astral plane, it looked like Will's head was radiating light, as he tsked at her.

"I suppose you're right. Treating you as a teenage girl is problematic; I'm getting soft in my old age.

We don't need your cooperation; just your brain."

by **Quentin Watson** » Wed Sep 17, 2014 3:56 pm

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Some time later, "Will" looked down at a panel, and swore.

"You! Technician, give the subject 200cc of telepathic blockers immediately!"

A man in a white coat ran over to Miranda's side, preparing a syringe, while "Will" left the operating room in a hurry.

by **Miranda Weaver** » Wed Sep 17, 2014 5:04 pm

As she watched "Will"s glowing mind leaving the "room", Miranda laid her hands on the mind of the man preparing the syringe. Here goes nothing. Her avatar morphed, looking more like the Archivist, as she touched the man's mind, tapping a few things to try to implant the visual suggestion that he'd already done as Quentin asked and all he needed to do now was dispose of the syringe.

by **Narrator** » Wed Sep 17, 2014 5:14 pm

Very satisfied with his work, the technician deposited the still-full syringe into a sterile receptacle.

"Now, is there anything else I can get you? I'm sure this will be over shortly."

by **Miranda Weaver** » Wed Sep 17, 2014 5:29 pm

Miranda returned to her body. "Can you tell me what's going on?" She asked sweetly. "He seemed really upset."

by **Narrator** » Wed Sep 17, 2014 5:41 pm

"An alarm. We may have some uninvited guests onboard.

Don't worry; this eventuality was considered and prepared for."

by **Miranda Weaver** » Wed Sep 17, 2014 5:44 pm

"How?" She tried to keep her tone calm as she monitored his thoughts, trying to make sure he didn't get too suspicious of her questions. She was loaded up on telepathic blockers after all. She wasn't a threat.

by **Narrator** » Wed Sep 17, 2014 6:03 pm

The man was a True Believer. Black Air had this all under control.

"A variety of countermeasures, designed to take out the most likely members of any rescue party, combined with standard Black Air elimination tactics. In an emergency, we can flood three entire decks."

by **Miranda Weaver** » Wed Sep 17, 2014 6:11 pm

"That seems pretty drastic. Won't that sink this place?"

by **Narrator** » Wed Sep 17, 2014 6:12 pm

"Not at all! We can seal bulkheads and jettison the lower decks, if need be. It's an amazing piece of machinery; based on something the Soviets were working on in the '80s and then improved upon by the Latverians."

by **Miranda Weaver** » Wed Sep 17, 2014 6:22 pm

"Could you do that from here?" She asks with a bit of curiosity. "Thanks for actually talking to me by the way."

by **Narrator** » Wed Sep 17, 2014 6:23 pm

"Of course...we've been told to treat you well."

by **Miranda Weaver** » Wed Sep 17, 2014 6:38 pm

As Miranda continued to juggle the conversation, she projected a ghost of her avatar back into the Astral. Her head was hurting a little bit, but she had an idea. The Seer materialized in the Astral and she brought her hands together, cupping a small flame in them. She just prayed that the rescue team had brought a good telepath with them.

"Why is he so worried about McManus and Weaver? They've yet to actually do anything problematic."

by **Narrator** » Wed Sep 17, 2014 6:40 pm

"Oh, I wouldn't call him worried. They just have a particularly useful set of powers--and powers that we've been unable to duplicate in a lab."

by **Miranda Weaver** » Wed Sep 17, 2014 6:44 pm

"How many of me did he mess up before he succeeded?"

by **Narrator** » Wed Sep 17, 2014 6:55 pm

"I believe you were number 47, though I'd have to go check the files."

by **Miranda Weaver** » Wed Sep 17, 2014 7:42 pm

"Would you? I'm curious."

by **Narrator** » Wed Sep 17, 2014 8:29 pm

"Certainly, one moment..." he said, walking over to a computer terminal. "Hrmmm...let's see here..."

by **Miranda Weaver** » Wed Sep 17, 2014 8:47 pm

She "looked" over his shoulder, watching what he was doing. Maybe he should check the flooding mechanism... just in case.

by **Narrator** » Wed Sep 17, 2014 8:54 pm

She could see that someone had just activated it, flooding one of the back rooms on the fifth level!

by **Miranda Weaver** » Wed Sep 17, 2014 8:58 pm

That can't be right. There's still men down there. Best to countermand that order so good men don't get needlessly hurt.

by **Narrator** » Wed Sep 17, 2014 8:59 pm

The console in question apparently did not have that functionality, and now the dude was beginning to get a bit suspicious.

"Hrmmm...something's...wrong here....maybe we should up your dosage, to be safe..."

by **Miranda Weaver** » Wed Sep 17, 2014 9:11 pm

"I'm very sorry about this all, then," she said. You will release me and then you will go to sleep. She tried to let the thought carry the weight of the daughter of the Morrigan, which made her a little uncomfortable, but it was the one thing that made her feel powerful.

by **Narrator** » Wed Sep 17, 2014 9:15 pm

"I will...release you...and then sleep," the man agreed after a moment, working to remove Miranda's restraints.

by **Miranda Weaver** » Wed Sep 17, 2014 9:25 pm

Miranda nodded, reinforcing the suggestion.

by **Narrator** » Wed Sep 17, 2014 9:30 pm

When he released her, he fell down right there, asleep.

by **Miranda Weaver** » Wed Sep 17, 2014 10:08 pm

First order of business... Miranda thought as she got off the table. She set about looking for a way to lock herself into the room.

by **Narrator** » Wed Sep 17, 2014 10:17 pm

The doors had locks! They were electronic, but not too difficult to figure out.

by **Miranda Weaver** » Wed Sep 17, 2014 10:43 pm

After taking a moment to decide how best to lock the door, Miranda did so. Next, she looked around for something to restrain the technician with, since it was feasible that he might wake up and she didn't want to be disturbed.

by **Narrator** » Thu Sep 18, 2014 12:17 am

There was always the restraints Miranda herself had been locked up in! Poetic justice, as it were.

by **Miranda Weaver** » Thu Sep 18, 2014 6:40 am

Miranda struggled the man into the restraints, doing her best to keep him asleep. With that done, she ran over to the supply table, grabbing a roll of medical tape and applying several strips to make sure he stayed quiet. She moved over to the console and looked at it, trying to make some sort of sense. He'd come back over after checking the status on the flooding mechanism, maybe that screen could tell her where or who could have activated that system.

by **Narrator** » Thu Sep 18, 2014 12:38 pm

The system could only be activated from the bridge, it seemed, and only by people with very, very high clearance.

by **Miranda Weaver** » Thu Sep 18, 2014 12:44 pm

Then we just need to find one of those people, she thought, sitting on the floor and reaching out with her mind. She fully expected the bridge to be shielded like Mom and Mum's apartment was, but one could always hope.

by **Narrator** » Thu Sep 18, 2014 12:50 pm

It was indeed, I'm afraid. If Miranda were to be useful, she'd probably have to go out, action-commando style.

Or perhaps there was a less secure system she could access from this console.

by **Miranda Weaver** » Thu Sep 18, 2014 1:00 pm

Miranda got back up, poking at the console, looking for the intrusion countermeasures, which she was sure was a phrase she'd heard in a movie she'd watched with Kay.

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