"GET.....OUT.....OF.....MY.....MIND!!!!!" -- Starbase Rugby: High Command (Co5)

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Date Posted: 15:58:12 02/18/02 Mon
Author: M'Ceef the Elder
Subject: "GET.....OUT.....OF.....MY.....MIND!!!!!"
In reply to: M'Ceef the Elder 's message, ""Eh? Did any of you hear...?"" on 21:49:35 01/20/02 Sun

"OUT!!!"
"OUT!!!"

Balos, Barrage and Arctic staggered back from his chair, clutching their audio receptors in vain as the technopath, in such close proximity, screamed both aloud and in their minds at once. Immediately, their psychic buffers kicked in, blocking his already fading scream. Gasping, M'Ceef activated his hoverchair's propulsion system and sped to the chamber door, slamming a fist into a large blue button beside it. The door slid up with a hiss and he recoiled in horror at the sight of the creature from his vision. A bluish membrane surrounded a cluster of brain matter, and tentacles writhed beneath the transparent horror. Transparent? Indeed, the monstrosity was already fading from view and, by the time the other three councillors regained their bearings and made their way to the aperture, the darkened corridor was already empty. M'Ceef whirled about, greeted by angry Cybertronian faces. He sighed inwardly upon seeing the old prejudices so transparent. So what if his abilities had made certain theri existence had faded form the memories of Cybertron, kept them secret from the rest of the Starbase itself, allowed them to pull strings from behind the scenes? So what if the technlogy existed to buffer them from his abilities, to protect Rugby officers from others with similar gifts, rare though his were? The old fear that a human, a fleshling, so weak in body could pose a threat to them in mind was strong. They would be difficult to assuage, but he spoke nonetheless with quiet confidence.

"An intruder. Mental and physical, like nothing I'd ever seen. A creature of pure instinct fed upon my thoughts like a psychic predator, threatened to drown me on the psychic plane. So vivid was this mental landscape that I nearly drowned HERE. You'll forgive my outburst when an opening appeared and I took it."

Blank stares. Doubt. Questioning silently the fleshling's 'psychic mumbo-jumbo.' He didn't need to read them to know this. Dampener or no, instinct and his eyes were enough to see.

"I believe that creature was a Metroid. Security has banished invaders to Yuggoth on rare occasions, when the situation was extreme enough to merit it. Never has one of that thrice-damned planet's occupants ever made the trip here. Never could they, not on their own. I suspect some malevolent will at work here and, for whatever reason, it stopped concentrating on holding that creature here. Without this unseen foe to guide it, it simply returned from whence it came.

We should check the security videos, and travel manifests. Any new arrival on this station could be this malevolent will. There could be an enemy among us, one that now knows of our existence. Such an enemy is too dangerous to roam unchecked. Whoever he is, or whereever, we have to find him."

M'Ceef immediately proceeded to a console and scanned for recent arrivals, unsettlingly conscious of the feeling of tentacles about his throat, the bitter taste of water still in his lungs. None of it was real, but it seemed all too real. The old man was visably shaken before the others, and this too upset him...

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