Post by EmperorMyric on Mar 22, 2021 15:10:45 GMT
The TDASV Frontier Spirit exited its wormhole into a yet to be named system. The system would be used as a staging ground for the fleet as they explored nearby star systems.
“Exit is clean and diss… wait, sir we have a problem anomalous activity coming from the wormhole.” The chief helmsmen yelled panicked
“Let me get a look.” Marco replied walking over and studying the sensor readout only for a sense of dread to overcome him
“All ahead full power! Get us away from it that thing could collapse any second into a kugelblitz.” Marco panicked as he gave his orders.
It was an extremely rare occurrence for wormholes to become kugelblitz’s, but every time one did occur massive casualties ensued. The last recorded case happened to a cargo ship leaving a planet and said planet being left devastated.
The wormhole however was not collapsing, in fact the literal opposite was happening, whether by a pure one in a million accident or the result if some death curse placed upon it in a dying Ska'vari void whales last moments the HS Food for the poor was exiting the TDA wormhole its own stabilisers forcing the gateway to remain open.
Sensors fill with massive gravimetric spikes as the leviatic vessel pulls itself free of the wormhole two hundred and ninety kilometres of white hull decorated with red crosses pulsing occasionally with purple light, enormous particle fields spin about the vessel as its extensive shields roar to life.
To say that the crew were left in a state awe by the size of the ship was an understatement. They checked then re checked that their sensors were functioning properly. Marco looked around at the bewildered crew.
“Are we blind? Set ship to sabre two and get alexander up here now.” His voice was griped with panic.
The claxons of the ship blared loudly for several minutes as the crew got to their stations. Pilots sat ready in launch tubes, engineered stood by for damage control and gunners waited for the order to power up their weapons. During this time Denise Alexander who was now becoming accustomed to First Contact Protocols made to the CIC in a timely manner. She walked right up to captain Marco who was standing at the tactical display in the middle of the room.
“You ok Captain you look more stressed than usual.” She said with half-hearted sarcasm.
Marco replied by pointing at the sensor readout. Alexander then entered into a state of disbelief herself.
“You got to be kidding me? That the largest ship we’ve ever recorded.” She looked at Marco in shock.
“And I’m supposed to talk to these people who are capable of not only building but maintaining and flying a ship the size of several space stations. I’ve landed on planets smaller then that thing.”
“Umm yeah, if you could that’d be good especially... if you could get them to sign a NAP, then I could relax a bit.” His stress and panic were predominant in his voice. Alexander sighed and picked up a comms headset and began broadcasting on all frequencies.
“Greeting fellow space travellers I’m Denise Alexander with the Three Domains Alliance. It seems an anomaly with our wormhole drives occurred and we ended up here together. So as such I would formally like to open up diplomatic talks between our nations.” She was careful with her wording and kept majority of the shock out of her tone.
The ship pulses again purple light bending around its hull as several large Grav lenses flicker to life about rhythmically, the sides of the vessel shudder as four long red cloth like scarves begin to trail out behind it each no less than a hundred kilometres long ago.
As this occurs a broad spectrum signal pulses put from the enormous comms array on board the ships prow.
"Oh why hello there Denise, is Denephew aboard too?"
A few light chuckles are heard in the background as the male voice makes its joke.
Alexander had a look of disdain on her face. Yeah they definitely aren’t higher beings if they are still cracking lame jokes like that what do they think this is space high school she thought to herself.
“Captain something is protruding from the rear of the ship sir, I got four of them roughly one hundred kilometres long each.”
“Keep an eye on it, and send a communique back to HQ” Marco ordered
Alexander took a deep breath and got back onto the comms.
“Unknown peoples I don’t suppose you’d be kind enough to introduce yourselves and come aboard for diplomatic talks?” she spoke again hoping not to have another joke made at her expense.
"She said come haha."
A voice pipes up in the background before being hushed by hisses and demands for silence.
"This is practical medic Priven of the Hospitallars, and why don't you come aboard ours hey."
Alexander looked over to Marco and shouted ‘Captain oh Captain’ until she got his attention.
“So it seems like these guys are some sort of medical group and want me to go aboard. So could you get a ship ready thanks.” She said while walking quickly out of the CIC and making her way to the nearest hanger.
She was greeted by a team of Marines who would be her escort as was protocol. She then climbed on board the 4900 series transport and departed towards the huge vessel.
The left most hull near the nose slides back to reveal row upon row of hangars, despite the inordinate number of strike craft held within there was still ample space for landing upon any platform.
"Yeah just land where ever, not like i won’t just TP down aye."
The ship landed in one of the many hanger bays. The engines deactivated and the ramp was dropped. The Marine squad stood on either side of the ramp and gave a salute as Alexander walked down into the hanger bay.
The hanger was massive, descending an entire kilometre into the and ship while it cut a massive four kilometre gap length wards, perhaps most noticeably however was the absence of anyone on the hangar deck.
Alexander looked around confused for a second before giving a nod to the Marine Squad Leader who had his troops board the ship.
“Hello?” she said out loud before mumbling to herself about how they should be treating guests.
One of the floors pulse and ripple about forty metres from the forward most part of the TDA group, a grey dust rises from the floor and coagulates into the shape of a man dressed in large floor length white robes, the sleeves end at the elbows to show tight gloves that disappear under the garments raised cuffs, a large red cross eats up all the chest space from neck to groin and a white hood can be glimpsed sitting lazily on his back.
"Ah shit sorry got lost... ended up in the mess hall somehow funny that."
He pushes a few twisted lengths of brown hair from his forelock and grins.
"Welcome the HS Food for the poor!"
“Its fine, we all mess up sometimes.” Alexander studied the man closely
“So was that a type of transportation or are you not human?” she asked cautiously
"Oh me? I’m not human at all I’m afraid."
He answers with a smile, mood regenerated by the woman’s re assurance.
Alexander was curious and the man only gave half an answer.
“So what are you then? You look pretty human to me.” She said it as nicely as possible without trying to be rude.
His outer skin ripples silver and his face flickers between a hundred different species, talons, maws, mandibles the list of features was extensive as it was diverse, it eventually settles back onto the ordinary human visage he had first been wearing.
"I am a shape shifter you see, in fact this isn’t even "me" I’m all around you because I’m the ship, as for what i am, that’s a tricky question depending on certain knowledge you may or may not have access to but to put it in the most basic terms i am a million million souls all working to together in tandem to create the personality that is "me", a gestalt we are called."
She was petrified at first seeing all the different faces but she understood what the ‘man’ was saying… sort of, she was sure they could get a proper write up of what they were later on.
“Alright, now that that sense of curiosity is satisfied shall we start our diplomatic talks?” she said smiling
"Yes of course come this way."
His body jerks to the left ineffectually as his legs stay stock still on the ground he grunts and tries turning a few more times before he sticks his tongue out and a look of extreme focus plasters over his face.
“Ah, are you ok there?” Alexander asked confused as to what the ‘man’ was doing.
"Sorry sorry I’m trying to remember how my legs work."
He grumbles as he shifts his left leg
"Ahah!"
“Oh ok then.” She said still confused but she followed him now that he was able to remember.
Walking carefully the man leads the soldiers through a series of maze like corridors, walls occasionally ripple open and they are led through the gap which then seals itself behind them before they eventually arrive at a small briefing room.
"Take a seat."
He offers as he sits
Alexander took a seat and made herself comfortable.
“Alright, so now we can begin, so would you be interested in signing a Non-Aggression Pact with us?” she said politely as she took out a small tablet from her pocket and handed it to the man. On it contained the detail of the NAP.
"Well that’s very forward of you isn't it."
The gestalt muses out loud.
"I’m afraid our policies may differ radically then, after all we still haven't decided whether to kill you all or not."
He answers back cheerfully
“Um, ok well how do normally decide those things?” she asked maintaining her professionalism as she moved her hand over the emergency alert on her communicator.
"If we were certain other fleets we'd just rip the answers from your head, answers to some very central and important questions."
As he speaks his hands begin to glow a faint green.
"But instead i have to look for the tell-tale signs of lying, chemical releases, neural pulses, elevated heart rate things like that."
He runs his eyes over the NAP and takes in the terms before looking back to her.
"Let’s begin shall we, firstly i must ask your stance on slavery, no lying now."
Alexander shifted in her seat, she was nervous her hands started shaking so she held them together hoping the ‘man’ wouldn’t notice.
“Slavery is an act punishable by death under the Articles of Alliance and the government has brought ruin to many slaving nations over its life time. So we do not condone such actions” she did her best to maintain a professional tone.
A gentle probing of her amygdala, a small release of chemicals into the organ that regulated fear, a reading of vitals, it was clear she was speaking the truth.
Leaning in closer with his serene smile he continues.
"Does the TDA condone aid or fund any nations that are involved in funding or condoning a nation engaged in slavery."
“Ah no, you did just hear what I said didn’t you?” she said keeping her cool but she was feeling more nervous than she ought to be.
"Oh yes i heard, but i didn’t wrote the questions and i have to ask them all."
He clears his throat.
"Do you know of, heave heard of a planet known as earth? May also go by terra.
“Yes, although it is currently under control by an empire that is hostile to us.” She said a little confused.
"Oh well... who would they be."
He stands up and leans over the table excitement written across his face.
"Human, xeno? What stands upon holy earth?”
“It’s currently held by the United Star Empire, they are a mixed species empire but the vast majority of it is Humans.”
He drops back into his seat and licks his teeth in predatory gesture.
"Where is it!"
“Uh we do have the coordinates for it but it’s... back home and not in this galaxy.”
"....oh"
He deflates like a balloon, his hope and optimism gone.
"Are you human?"
“Ah yes, I’m most defiantly human. I can’t do the face changing thing you did before that’s for sure. So… have you decided if you’re going to kill us yet?” she moved her hand back over the emergency alert again as she spoke.
"We aren’t, hand over the NAP so i can sign it would you?"
“Thank you very much, now that this risky business is out of the way. I’d like to ask some questions now. What is your nation like? You know what’s your government how do you treat your people and all that?” she asked sweetly
"We are a divine theocratic dictatorship, civilians are left to their own devices upon the world-ships, we have no judicial system as we have no laws written or otherwise, we operate in fleets as a nomadic people with each fleet being made up of ideologically similar individuals."
“What kind of ideology do you stand for? And what are some of the other ones?”
"When the goddess made the Hospitallars they asked her what their purpose was, she answered thusly.
"To preserve life no matter the cost, no matter what violent ends you must take you shall aim to preserve life above all other things."
And so did the newest fleet of gestalts set out into a galaxy aflame, bringing the helping hand of the empire to those who called out in aid"
He spoke as if reciting it from a holy book, for he surely was.
"Im afraid i haven't met any other fleets yet, we are very new you see."
“That’s a shame about not meeting anyone else, so when you say preserve life are you guys all medics, doctors or surgeons and the like?”
"We are all capable medical professionals, Biomancy allows the manipulation of biological life down to its cellular level, but do not allow our appearance to fool you we are soldiers one and all."
“Wait wait wait, Biomancy? You guys are all wizards or something?”
"Psions."
He corrects with a smile.
“Sorry, I meant no offense. So you use other methods to heal people and I take you aren’t all about rubbing strange plants on injuries?”
"It’s just cellular regeneration mostly, immune system control heart modifications chemical balancing things like that, we don’t really do mundane medicine."
“So you use your Psion abilities to heal people? Can you treat any injury or illness?”
"Bar death or some sort of magical ailment yes."
“And how efficient are your methods?”
"Incredibly, new arms in minutes, organs in ten, we can heal burns in seconds cancer with a breath."
"And the patients are right to go straight away? They don't have to endure months of physiotherapy or anything when you grow back limbs?"
"They're very hungry and missing some fat bit that’s all."
"Would you be able to give a full demonstration of this healing power you have?" she asked inquisitively
"Of course, which arm do you like the least?"
"Well actually, what can you do about legs?" she said kicking off her shoes. she then lifted her pants to just above her knees to reveal a pair of cybernetic legs
"hmmmmmmm, give me a moment,"
he closes his eyes and focuses on the left most leg, she didn't have the fat body ratio required for both but one he could manage, the first step was telekinetically disengaging the artificial leg, the prosthetics design seemed utilitarian enough and after only a few seconds it came loose.
A dull green glow surrounds the leg as bone begins to stretch from the stump, veins arteries and ligaments twist down after it as muscle and flesh soon follow, a short sixty seconds later a her toes finished growing signalling the return of her lost limb.
"You will need to eat and recover some fat cells, give it a week of high calorie dieting and I can do the other."
Alexander sat there in utter disbelief she had one of her legs back from that battle eight years ago and she could get the other one too. She ran her hand over her leg repeatedly as a tear rolled down her cheek. She then turned to that man.
"Thank you so much. I can't thank you enough" she wiped the tear from her eye and regained her composure.
"Listen it might be a bit rushed but you said it yourself that you are quite new so how about joining this little alliance we have going called the Free Defence Council. We’d be happy to take you on board I mean you already tick all the boxes. So what do you say?"
"Of course we would be happy to join, anything to help our creators."
He screams with joy internally, there truly was no greater joy in a Hospitallars life than to help others.
"That's great news, you'll make a fine addition to the FDC I'm sure of it, oh and before I forget here's the coordinates of our Capital for this galaxy. Feel free to head there anytime. So what do you mean by creators?"
"We aren’t natural born us gestalts, we were made by you to find earth."
He explains with a small smile
"So humans created you to find earth?"
He nods.
"Yes, in particular our shackled goddess formerly a human created us 13 universal cycles ago for the express purpose of finding her home."
"Huh, well I'd like to help you see if your home is the same as the earth back in our galaxy but we don't have access to those types of records."
"It is fine, even if it is not the search will continue unabated."
"Well I'm all out of questions then if you don't have anything to add shall we call this meeting adjourned?"
He shakes his head.
"No that’s all”
"Well thank you for talking to us today and thank you for the leg again, if you really want feel free to hang around any of our hospitals or doctors’ offices, I'm sure the help would be appreciated." She said with a smile
Alexander left the Hospitaller ship and returned to the Frontier Spirit where she surprised everyone on board when they saw her carrying around a cybernetic leg under one arm.
“Exit is clean and diss… wait, sir we have a problem anomalous activity coming from the wormhole.” The chief helmsmen yelled panicked
“Let me get a look.” Marco replied walking over and studying the sensor readout only for a sense of dread to overcome him
“All ahead full power! Get us away from it that thing could collapse any second into a kugelblitz.” Marco panicked as he gave his orders.
It was an extremely rare occurrence for wormholes to become kugelblitz’s, but every time one did occur massive casualties ensued. The last recorded case happened to a cargo ship leaving a planet and said planet being left devastated.
The wormhole however was not collapsing, in fact the literal opposite was happening, whether by a pure one in a million accident or the result if some death curse placed upon it in a dying Ska'vari void whales last moments the HS Food for the poor was exiting the TDA wormhole its own stabilisers forcing the gateway to remain open.
Sensors fill with massive gravimetric spikes as the leviatic vessel pulls itself free of the wormhole two hundred and ninety kilometres of white hull decorated with red crosses pulsing occasionally with purple light, enormous particle fields spin about the vessel as its extensive shields roar to life.
To say that the crew were left in a state awe by the size of the ship was an understatement. They checked then re checked that their sensors were functioning properly. Marco looked around at the bewildered crew.
“Are we blind? Set ship to sabre two and get alexander up here now.” His voice was griped with panic.
The claxons of the ship blared loudly for several minutes as the crew got to their stations. Pilots sat ready in launch tubes, engineered stood by for damage control and gunners waited for the order to power up their weapons. During this time Denise Alexander who was now becoming accustomed to First Contact Protocols made to the CIC in a timely manner. She walked right up to captain Marco who was standing at the tactical display in the middle of the room.
“You ok Captain you look more stressed than usual.” She said with half-hearted sarcasm.
Marco replied by pointing at the sensor readout. Alexander then entered into a state of disbelief herself.
“You got to be kidding me? That the largest ship we’ve ever recorded.” She looked at Marco in shock.
“And I’m supposed to talk to these people who are capable of not only building but maintaining and flying a ship the size of several space stations. I’ve landed on planets smaller then that thing.”
“Umm yeah, if you could that’d be good especially... if you could get them to sign a NAP, then I could relax a bit.” His stress and panic were predominant in his voice. Alexander sighed and picked up a comms headset and began broadcasting on all frequencies.
“Greeting fellow space travellers I’m Denise Alexander with the Three Domains Alliance. It seems an anomaly with our wormhole drives occurred and we ended up here together. So as such I would formally like to open up diplomatic talks between our nations.” She was careful with her wording and kept majority of the shock out of her tone.
The ship pulses again purple light bending around its hull as several large Grav lenses flicker to life about rhythmically, the sides of the vessel shudder as four long red cloth like scarves begin to trail out behind it each no less than a hundred kilometres long ago.
As this occurs a broad spectrum signal pulses put from the enormous comms array on board the ships prow.
"Oh why hello there Denise, is Denephew aboard too?"
A few light chuckles are heard in the background as the male voice makes its joke.
Alexander had a look of disdain on her face. Yeah they definitely aren’t higher beings if they are still cracking lame jokes like that what do they think this is space high school she thought to herself.
“Captain something is protruding from the rear of the ship sir, I got four of them roughly one hundred kilometres long each.”
“Keep an eye on it, and send a communique back to HQ” Marco ordered
Alexander took a deep breath and got back onto the comms.
“Unknown peoples I don’t suppose you’d be kind enough to introduce yourselves and come aboard for diplomatic talks?” she spoke again hoping not to have another joke made at her expense.
"She said come haha."
A voice pipes up in the background before being hushed by hisses and demands for silence.
"This is practical medic Priven of the Hospitallars, and why don't you come aboard ours hey."
Alexander looked over to Marco and shouted ‘Captain oh Captain’ until she got his attention.
“So it seems like these guys are some sort of medical group and want me to go aboard. So could you get a ship ready thanks.” She said while walking quickly out of the CIC and making her way to the nearest hanger.
She was greeted by a team of Marines who would be her escort as was protocol. She then climbed on board the 4900 series transport and departed towards the huge vessel.
The left most hull near the nose slides back to reveal row upon row of hangars, despite the inordinate number of strike craft held within there was still ample space for landing upon any platform.
"Yeah just land where ever, not like i won’t just TP down aye."
The ship landed in one of the many hanger bays. The engines deactivated and the ramp was dropped. The Marine squad stood on either side of the ramp and gave a salute as Alexander walked down into the hanger bay.
The hanger was massive, descending an entire kilometre into the and ship while it cut a massive four kilometre gap length wards, perhaps most noticeably however was the absence of anyone on the hangar deck.
Alexander looked around confused for a second before giving a nod to the Marine Squad Leader who had his troops board the ship.
“Hello?” she said out loud before mumbling to herself about how they should be treating guests.
One of the floors pulse and ripple about forty metres from the forward most part of the TDA group, a grey dust rises from the floor and coagulates into the shape of a man dressed in large floor length white robes, the sleeves end at the elbows to show tight gloves that disappear under the garments raised cuffs, a large red cross eats up all the chest space from neck to groin and a white hood can be glimpsed sitting lazily on his back.
"Ah shit sorry got lost... ended up in the mess hall somehow funny that."
He pushes a few twisted lengths of brown hair from his forelock and grins.
"Welcome the HS Food for the poor!"
“Its fine, we all mess up sometimes.” Alexander studied the man closely
“So was that a type of transportation or are you not human?” she asked cautiously
"Oh me? I’m not human at all I’m afraid."
He answers with a smile, mood regenerated by the woman’s re assurance.
Alexander was curious and the man only gave half an answer.
“So what are you then? You look pretty human to me.” She said it as nicely as possible without trying to be rude.
His outer skin ripples silver and his face flickers between a hundred different species, talons, maws, mandibles the list of features was extensive as it was diverse, it eventually settles back onto the ordinary human visage he had first been wearing.
"I am a shape shifter you see, in fact this isn’t even "me" I’m all around you because I’m the ship, as for what i am, that’s a tricky question depending on certain knowledge you may or may not have access to but to put it in the most basic terms i am a million million souls all working to together in tandem to create the personality that is "me", a gestalt we are called."
She was petrified at first seeing all the different faces but she understood what the ‘man’ was saying… sort of, she was sure they could get a proper write up of what they were later on.
“Alright, now that that sense of curiosity is satisfied shall we start our diplomatic talks?” she said smiling
"Yes of course come this way."
His body jerks to the left ineffectually as his legs stay stock still on the ground he grunts and tries turning a few more times before he sticks his tongue out and a look of extreme focus plasters over his face.
“Ah, are you ok there?” Alexander asked confused as to what the ‘man’ was doing.
"Sorry sorry I’m trying to remember how my legs work."
He grumbles as he shifts his left leg
"Ahah!"
“Oh ok then.” She said still confused but she followed him now that he was able to remember.
Walking carefully the man leads the soldiers through a series of maze like corridors, walls occasionally ripple open and they are led through the gap which then seals itself behind them before they eventually arrive at a small briefing room.
"Take a seat."
He offers as he sits
Alexander took a seat and made herself comfortable.
“Alright, so now we can begin, so would you be interested in signing a Non-Aggression Pact with us?” she said politely as she took out a small tablet from her pocket and handed it to the man. On it contained the detail of the NAP.
"Well that’s very forward of you isn't it."
The gestalt muses out loud.
"I’m afraid our policies may differ radically then, after all we still haven't decided whether to kill you all or not."
He answers back cheerfully
“Um, ok well how do normally decide those things?” she asked maintaining her professionalism as she moved her hand over the emergency alert on her communicator.
"If we were certain other fleets we'd just rip the answers from your head, answers to some very central and important questions."
As he speaks his hands begin to glow a faint green.
"But instead i have to look for the tell-tale signs of lying, chemical releases, neural pulses, elevated heart rate things like that."
He runs his eyes over the NAP and takes in the terms before looking back to her.
"Let’s begin shall we, firstly i must ask your stance on slavery, no lying now."
Alexander shifted in her seat, she was nervous her hands started shaking so she held them together hoping the ‘man’ wouldn’t notice.
“Slavery is an act punishable by death under the Articles of Alliance and the government has brought ruin to many slaving nations over its life time. So we do not condone such actions” she did her best to maintain a professional tone.
A gentle probing of her amygdala, a small release of chemicals into the organ that regulated fear, a reading of vitals, it was clear she was speaking the truth.
Leaning in closer with his serene smile he continues.
"Does the TDA condone aid or fund any nations that are involved in funding or condoning a nation engaged in slavery."
“Ah no, you did just hear what I said didn’t you?” she said keeping her cool but she was feeling more nervous than she ought to be.
"Oh yes i heard, but i didn’t wrote the questions and i have to ask them all."
He clears his throat.
"Do you know of, heave heard of a planet known as earth? May also go by terra.
“Yes, although it is currently under control by an empire that is hostile to us.” She said a little confused.
"Oh well... who would they be."
He stands up and leans over the table excitement written across his face.
"Human, xeno? What stands upon holy earth?”
“It’s currently held by the United Star Empire, they are a mixed species empire but the vast majority of it is Humans.”
He drops back into his seat and licks his teeth in predatory gesture.
"Where is it!"
“Uh we do have the coordinates for it but it’s... back home and not in this galaxy.”
"....oh"
He deflates like a balloon, his hope and optimism gone.
"Are you human?"
“Ah yes, I’m most defiantly human. I can’t do the face changing thing you did before that’s for sure. So… have you decided if you’re going to kill us yet?” she moved her hand back over the emergency alert again as she spoke.
"We aren’t, hand over the NAP so i can sign it would you?"
“Thank you very much, now that this risky business is out of the way. I’d like to ask some questions now. What is your nation like? You know what’s your government how do you treat your people and all that?” she asked sweetly
"We are a divine theocratic dictatorship, civilians are left to their own devices upon the world-ships, we have no judicial system as we have no laws written or otherwise, we operate in fleets as a nomadic people with each fleet being made up of ideologically similar individuals."
“What kind of ideology do you stand for? And what are some of the other ones?”
"When the goddess made the Hospitallars they asked her what their purpose was, she answered thusly.
"To preserve life no matter the cost, no matter what violent ends you must take you shall aim to preserve life above all other things."
And so did the newest fleet of gestalts set out into a galaxy aflame, bringing the helping hand of the empire to those who called out in aid"
He spoke as if reciting it from a holy book, for he surely was.
"Im afraid i haven't met any other fleets yet, we are very new you see."
“That’s a shame about not meeting anyone else, so when you say preserve life are you guys all medics, doctors or surgeons and the like?”
"We are all capable medical professionals, Biomancy allows the manipulation of biological life down to its cellular level, but do not allow our appearance to fool you we are soldiers one and all."
“Wait wait wait, Biomancy? You guys are all wizards or something?”
"Psions."
He corrects with a smile.
“Sorry, I meant no offense. So you use other methods to heal people and I take you aren’t all about rubbing strange plants on injuries?”
"It’s just cellular regeneration mostly, immune system control heart modifications chemical balancing things like that, we don’t really do mundane medicine."
“So you use your Psion abilities to heal people? Can you treat any injury or illness?”
"Bar death or some sort of magical ailment yes."
“And how efficient are your methods?”
"Incredibly, new arms in minutes, organs in ten, we can heal burns in seconds cancer with a breath."
"And the patients are right to go straight away? They don't have to endure months of physiotherapy or anything when you grow back limbs?"
"They're very hungry and missing some fat bit that’s all."
"Would you be able to give a full demonstration of this healing power you have?" she asked inquisitively
"Of course, which arm do you like the least?"
"Well actually, what can you do about legs?" she said kicking off her shoes. she then lifted her pants to just above her knees to reveal a pair of cybernetic legs
"hmmmmmmm, give me a moment,"
he closes his eyes and focuses on the left most leg, she didn't have the fat body ratio required for both but one he could manage, the first step was telekinetically disengaging the artificial leg, the prosthetics design seemed utilitarian enough and after only a few seconds it came loose.
A dull green glow surrounds the leg as bone begins to stretch from the stump, veins arteries and ligaments twist down after it as muscle and flesh soon follow, a short sixty seconds later a her toes finished growing signalling the return of her lost limb.
"You will need to eat and recover some fat cells, give it a week of high calorie dieting and I can do the other."
Alexander sat there in utter disbelief she had one of her legs back from that battle eight years ago and she could get the other one too. She ran her hand over her leg repeatedly as a tear rolled down her cheek. She then turned to that man.
"Thank you so much. I can't thank you enough" she wiped the tear from her eye and regained her composure.
"Listen it might be a bit rushed but you said it yourself that you are quite new so how about joining this little alliance we have going called the Free Defence Council. We’d be happy to take you on board I mean you already tick all the boxes. So what do you say?"
"Of course we would be happy to join, anything to help our creators."
He screams with joy internally, there truly was no greater joy in a Hospitallars life than to help others.
"That's great news, you'll make a fine addition to the FDC I'm sure of it, oh and before I forget here's the coordinates of our Capital for this galaxy. Feel free to head there anytime. So what do you mean by creators?"
"We aren’t natural born us gestalts, we were made by you to find earth."
He explains with a small smile
"So humans created you to find earth?"
He nods.
"Yes, in particular our shackled goddess formerly a human created us 13 universal cycles ago for the express purpose of finding her home."
"Huh, well I'd like to help you see if your home is the same as the earth back in our galaxy but we don't have access to those types of records."
"It is fine, even if it is not the search will continue unabated."
"Well I'm all out of questions then if you don't have anything to add shall we call this meeting adjourned?"
He shakes his head.
"No that’s all”
"Well thank you for talking to us today and thank you for the leg again, if you really want feel free to hang around any of our hospitals or doctors’ offices, I'm sure the help would be appreciated." She said with a smile
Alexander left the Hospitaller ship and returned to the Frontier Spirit where she surprised everyone on board when they saw her carrying around a cybernetic leg under one arm.