Right. Realized I really needed just plain moar of everything. Hoping that this works a bit better?
Michael ‘Muck’ Thunders finally pried his eyes open, trying to ignore the pounding behind said eyes and between his ears; It at least slightly reminded him of what a hangover felt like, even if he could not remember the last time he had actually suffered from said condition. Overhead, a very generic pattern of ceiling tile…
So no way of knowing if they were familiar or not.
A look around told him wherever this unfamiliar ceiling was, it wasn’t a hospital. Given the monitors around him, and the semi reflective glass off to his right; the smart bet was either a detention cell or some sort of research facility.
“Ah. Your awake. Finally.”
Muck’s neck snapped and popped as he swiveled his head to the right, where the voice came from behind the glass. Right. Recall was hazy enough he should assume he’d crashed FRED on the ’Re-entry’ side of the portal. How long was I?
//We have been unconscious due to cerebral blunt force trauma for 4hours, 32 minutes Due to loss of vehicular control on arrival and loss of vehicular stability. //
Maybe even somewhere familiar? Certainly the voice seemed to be. Well, the external voice, anyway. The other he’d had far too long living with; regardless of if one used objective or subjective measurement.
//Affirmative. Vocal Voiceprint matches several memory records from 112 years, 3 months… Extreme Irritation detected. Entering standby mode. //
A green haired woman snapped into visual focus. Green hair meant he wasn’t ‘home’; Patricia had Red Hair and… and why couldn’t he remember who the other was? She was important to him as well! ‘WHY IS HER NAME ESCAPING ME???’ he found himself screaming at himself.
//Assumption: That returning to person: Haruna, Patricia, is more important in long run to older relationship with Codename: Jedi. Supplemental: Visual match confirmed to one Myria Sterling. Possible alternate identity Myria Jenius. //
“Myria? Myria. Myria Sterling, or Jenius?” he finally blurted out.
“Jenius. WAIT. Who is Myria Sterling?”
“The Meltrandi wife of Maximillian ‘Genius’ Sterling… The man you tried to kill before falling in love with him the next fica over; hence the difference in names. He would be Maximillian Jenius here.” Muck informed the woman he hoped would be an ally in time.
*Okay. It looks like this fica is part of the Macross continuity instead of the Robotech one.*
//Assumption filed. Updating memory retrieval parameters until disproved. Warning: Cumulative cognative and physical impacts are causing eminent loss of cognizance. //
“WHAT? WHO… WHAT are you? How did you get here? What is it your hoping to achieve?”
“I’ll have to answer that right after I… pass… ou…..”
* * * * * * *
//Resumption of Cognitive Coherence detected. Returning to standby mode. //
*Status?*
//Assumption: Previous short term cognizance forgotten. Status: Loss of control occurred after dimensional insertion. Colloquial: We pranged ‘big time’.//
**Is FRED?**
//Confirmation: Intelligence designated ‘Fantastically Ridiculous Electronic Device’ possesses intact central processing, personality, and memory capacity. Lack of communication ability assumed to be a result of damage to communication and sensor peripherals. Assumption: FRED is focused on self-repair, after which communication will be restored. //
**And?**
//We have not been transferred from the detention and or research facility in which you previously returned to cognizance. Additional suspected security forces have been placed in immediate threat/detection range. Warning!!! Security forces appear to be aware of your cognizance regardless of your attempts to conceal it. //
Michael ‘Muck’ Thunders finally pried his eyes open, trying to ignore the pounding behind said eyes and between his ears; It at least slightly reminded him of what a hangover felt like, even if he could not remember the last time he had actually suffered from said condition. Overhead, a very generic pattern of ceiling tile…
So no way of knowing if they were familiar or not.
A look around told him wherever this unfamiliar ceiling was, it wasn’t a hospital. Given the monitors around him, and the semi reflective glass off to his right; the smart bet was either a detention cell or some sort of research facility.
“Ah. Your awake. Finally.”
Muck’s neck snapped and popped as he swiveled his head to the right, where the voice came from behind the glass. Right. Recall was hazy enough he should assume he’d crashed FRED on the ’Re-entry’ side of the portal. How long was I?
//We have been unconscious due to cerebral blunt force trauma for 4hours, 32 minutes Due to loss of vehicular control on arrival and loss of vehicular stability. //
Maybe even somewhere familiar? Certainly the voice seemed to be. Well, the external voice, anyway. The other he’d had far too long living with; regardless of if one used objective or subjective measurement.
//Affirmative. Vocal Voiceprint matches several memory records from 112 years, 3 months… Extreme Irritation detected. Entering standby mode. //
A green haired woman snapped into visual focus. Green hair meant he wasn’t ‘home’; Patricia had Red Hair and… and why couldn’t he remember who the other was? She was important to him as well! ‘WHY IS HER NAME ESCAPING ME???’ he found himself screaming at himself.
//Assumption: That returning to person: Haruna, Patricia, is more important in long run to older relationship with Codename: Jedi. Supplemental: Visual match confirmed to one Myria Sterling. Possible alternate identity Myria Jenius. //
“Myria? Myria. Myria Sterling, or Jenius?” he finally blurted out.
“Jenius. WAIT. Who is Myria Sterling?”
“The Meltrandi wife of Maximillian ‘Genius’ Sterling… The man you tried to kill before falling in love with him the next fica over; hence the difference in names. He would be Maximillian Jenius here.” Muck informed the woman he hoped would be an ally in time.
*Okay. It looks like this fica is part of the Macross continuity instead of the Robotech one.*
//Assumption filed. Updating memory retrieval parameters until disproved. Warning: Cumulative cognative and physical impacts are causing eminent loss of cognizance. //
“WHAT? WHO… WHAT are you? How did you get here? What is it your hoping to achieve?”
“I’ll have to answer that right after I… pass… ou…..”
* * * * * * *
//Resumption of Cognitive Coherence detected. Returning to standby mode. //
*Status?*
//Assumption: Previous short term cognizance forgotten. Status: Loss of control occurred after dimensional insertion. Colloquial: We pranged ‘big time’.//
**Is FRED?**
//Confirmation: Intelligence designated ‘Fantastically Ridiculous Electronic Device’ possesses intact central processing, personality, and memory capacity. Lack of communication ability assumed to be a result of damage to communication and sensor peripherals. Assumption: FRED is focused on self-repair, after which communication will be restored. //
**And?**
//We have not been transferred from the detention and or research facility in which you previously returned to cognizance. Additional suspected security forces have been placed in immediate threat/detection range. Warning!!! Security forces appear to be aware of your cognizance regardless of your attempts to conceal it. //
Hear that thunder rolling till it seems to rock the sky?
Thats' every ship in Grayson's Navy taking up the cry!
NO QUARTER!
No Quarter by Echo's Children
Thats' every ship in Grayson's Navy taking up the cry!
NO QUARTER!
No Quarter by Echo's Children