They really do pack a punch

Posted on Sun Apr 6th, 2025 @ 7:03pm by Captain Taiga Aisaka & Commander Thomas Johnson
Edited on on Tue Apr 8th, 2025 @ 2:16am

1,372 words; about a 7 minute read

Mission: Andromeda
Location: Inside the sphere
Timeline: Current continuation of Voices in my head

Thomas paused a moment. "One step at a time." He shifted in his clothes. George was right. Even though George was only another aspect of himself... it was only in times that he truly needed it, that he actually made himself known.

"The only way." George replied

Thomas picked up his ball once again, and threw it against the wall. "Hey Jeff... I need to talk to you."

A few moments later the door opened and in floated the Herald. "You wish to divulge more information?" the Herald asked simply.

"I wish to... explore this great wonder that your masters have created. You have proven that there is no way for me to get back to my galaxy, or to my people. So... I figure might as well as ask for a tour." Thomas replied as he caught the ball.

The Heraldn floated there for a brief moment. "Access to the exterior area will be granted. However, you shall be under guard at all times." The Herald said. It waved an arm and several strange creatures made up of strange technology and pure bright burning purple energy appeared. They each held a strange looking weapon and their 'eyes' glowed like the headlamps on a car.

"The Constructs do not talk. They only follow direction." The Herald said. "They will not tolerate any wrong doing. Step out of line and they will kill you."

"And whats considered wrong doing?" Thomas replied as he looked at the newcomers. "Oh good. The tin man and the scarecrow... now all we need is the cowardly lion. Know where I can find them?"

The Herald didn't answer, just floated back through the door which remained open.

"One more request... the combadge that no doubt you disabled when you brought me here, can I have it back. The range isn't galaxy wide. Nothing to worry about. Just something from home, a memento so to speak."

The Herald didn't respond as it floated away. Instead the comm badge that Thomas had mentioned appeared in front of him, however it's power cell had been drained of all power.

Taking a look at the badge, one step closer. There shouldn't be an issue if he could find the right energy. "Well scarecrow, and tin man, we ready to go in search of the wizard?"

The constructs didn't respond, they only ushered to the door with their strange spear like weapons.

Smirking, he walked out the door, first glancing around the surroundings, then turned, and started skipping. Singing, "We're off to see the wizard, he wonderful wizard of oz." If they didn't he was an unreliable source of information now... he didn't know what would. Although there would be two options, his usefulness would run out, and he would be returned, or he would be eliminated. Without much hope of returning. He figured he would have some fun with them as much as he could.

The constructs followed him silently, not seemingly bothered or entertained by his actions. However it was soon evident that they were in a long curved corridor with one side made of a transparent material.

Finally coming to a stop with the skipping, he looked out the transparent wall. Pressed his hand against it to make sure there was one there. It was a great construct. These Masters of Jeff were great. Which scared him, and left him in awe. If they could do this, what exactly could they do to the milky way. To the federation. Could they be stopped. Looking down, he glanced at his combadge, it was dead... he needed a charge. This could be all an illusion, the whole construct could be holographic. Iconians were millenia advanced ahead of the Federation. So it would be quite simple. Even to show a location other than the milky way.

In the distance, the sun seemed to glitter and shimmer between black and yellow spots. However there was still enough light to reach the surface and cast shadows on structures which were tens, if not hundreds of miles high. Some of them even breached the atmosphere and proceeded higher into the void of space.

As Thomas stopped, so did the constructs. Halting and simply resting the ends of their staffs on the metal flooring.

As he looked ahead into the vastness of whatever it was, real or not. His gut decided that Jeff was probably being honest. Looking down the corridor, he noticed that it was still curved, which would be to his advantage, maybe, if he were to run, and keep just a little ahead of the escorts. He didn't know how fast they were, how accurate they were. He doubted the weapons were really spears. If he got away, the search for an energy source shouldn't take too long. However, if he was right, there would be a painful, yet faster way of getting a charge to the point that a signal could go out. It was his chance, which would probably be in vain. They were not in the neighborhood of any federation ship. And, they weren't willing to talk or listen to reason.

"Sorry guys, I need my exercise, and running is usually on my schedule daily. I think I will try and catch up on it." He took the back off his badge, and set it to send a signal. Although it would be brief, and likely be its last. It wouldn't hurt... it actually probably would. But he had nothing to lose, or probaby gain. He started running, running in a zig zag, and trying to dodge anything that might hit him in regards to energy.

The constructs raised their staffs and pointed them at Thomas. With no warning purple beams zapped towards him, however missed dud to the curve. The Constructs disappeared in black hazes of smoke which could be compared to that of a personal transporter. With a strange grinding/dropping sound they simply reappeared in front of Thomas further down the corridor.

Pausing. "Well... you guys aren't fun. Shall we continue." He replied as he approached the two.

They raised their spear like weapons again, this time pointing them at his chest. They didn't speak, but from their body language it was clear to see that this was Thomas's last warning.

Looking at the spears, he tried grabbing one away from the other, to use as a melee weapon against them.

With one swing the Construct slammed the side of the sphere weapon against Thomas with the force of four to five Humans. Not injuring him, but throwing him into the wall. The other then raised its spear and a bright ray of purple light erupted from its end, striking Thomas directly in the chest stunning him.

Thomas felt the pain, he was right in the fact those spears weren't actually the primitive caveman weapons. Hearing a chirp from his hands he looked down, his badge overloaded, the energy overpowered the power source. Not that it would be any use, if things was as they appeared.

"Hey Jeff, you can't blame a guy for trying can you " He figured Jeff was keeping an eye on him, whether it be through scarecrow or tinman. "You want someone obedient, fine. But I cannot be restricted by these two guys." He knew he wasn't going to get anywhere trying to use force. His chest indicated so. If he was able to move freely... he may be able to figure something out.

The Constructs did not re-aim their weapons, however simply held them by their sides as if allowing Thomas to get back to his feet. They now seemed docile and harmless.

Standing, he brushed himself off. "Those things really pack a punch don't they." He looked to the spears. He was hoping they did their job. He walked to the wall,and peered to the vastness of the... city... world... sphere, what did he call this place... Home... got he hoped not. It was still new to him. But he had to be ready for all possibilities. Didnt mean he wouldn't fight against it. Or stop finding a way home.

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Commander Thomas Johnson
Executive Officer
USS Tokyo

Heralds and Constructs of the Iconian Empire
NPC'd by Captain Taiga Aisaka

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