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And the eagle flew out of the night. - Plight of the Rose.
This is part one of a three part deal.
In this first chapter, Teela and Fredrick have just lucked out on a hot tip for some valuable mineral ore. This resource could spell success at a crucial moment for their future success. So, why does the Universe feel like destroying everything they tried to accumulate?
This piece has been commissioned by
SpyPolygon , whom also did the other scene of Teela and animal Lurid upon the dominance motorcycle.
Please remember that this story is in beta form and I am aware that several plot holes are in need of patching in this section, alone. Also, a couple identity names need to be filled in. It doesn't make the story any less readable, though.
Links to parts 2 and 3 are to follow...
Part 2: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/14843840/
Plight of the Rose. Copyright jup-reindeer.
===
CHAPTER ??:
(And the eagle flew out of the night.)
Completion percentage: @@@@@@@@@@ 90%
"PG" friendly. [?] / "RRR" ready. [?]
Latest chapter entry on: 10/24/2014
Original chapter started on: 7/24/2014-??/??/????
Chapter backed up on: ?/?/????
Chapter netted on: 10/24/2014
Printed on: ?/?/????
Up to date print? [ ]
Rating: ??
TriCylian fluidity rate: ??%
PAGE DXII
===
Summary:
Just when things started to seemingly go right for Teela and her small family, the Universe decided to intervene with a sharp left turn.
===
Teela stood at the command station aboard the Pristine Hope's bridge. As she pressed down upon her data pad, [REFERENCE] [Determine if I ever gave those personal pads they used to interface with ship's computer functions and paste it here if 'data pad' is incorrect.] she began to give a small lecture to the otherwise empty environment. "Captain's log begins. Although we have made several lucky breaks with local civilized trading races in the [REFERENCE] [Create a name for this sector of space...or reference to see if one had already been created at some point. Not likely, as most of this chapter remains unwritten, as of this note entry.] sector, I can't help but feel a bit reluctant to give the kind of trust that Fredrick Helsinki has been offering to such total strangers. He tells me that we can't afford to be anything less then completely honest. But, I feel that remaining reserved to our internal cause of surviving may be the better course of action. Still..." and she hesitated for a few seconds. "...I do have to realize over and over again that we are almost alone and that supplies are hard to come by without making allies along the way. In a way, I find myself wondering if we weren't better off, sticking with that salvage operation. It's a feeling that comes and goes when I think too much about how fragile our overall goal seems to be. I only then have to think about the children, sleeping their lives away inside that goo filled holding cell. And it reaffirms my belief that we've taken the better course of action to go our separate ways. There's another feeling that I can't seem so shake off. The belief that having a goal of simple survival is not worthy enough. As, at times, we can feel as cold blooded inside this iron hulk as the vacuum of space is upon the outer side. Today, Fredrick set course for a wild hint at a potential ally. Suppose to be a species with the most peculiar trait of having a love affair with mining. It's said that on the right day, they remove volumes of several kinds of valued ores when a vein is struck. Apparently, they are some kind of rock consumer and claim that such ores contaminate their food source. He is so hopeful that this tip turns out to be true. As we could use some leverage for trading at the few outposts we know are somewhat trustworthy. After all, the last thing this family of ours needs is another Snark Foot Station incident. Personally, I am beginning to wonder if throughout this whole Universe if we even still have a worthy home to find. It feels like we're some kind of forgotten relic, misplaced amongst time. End of log."
"Planet [REFERENCE] [Create name of planet that supposed creatures live on, here.] , now in orbit range. Beginning scans for a potential landing zone." announced Fredrick.
"What data is coming through about surface conditions?" instantly snapped Teela.
This request didn't phase [REFERENCE] Fredrick in the least. "Temperate conditions. Oxygenation looks to be reaching generously into the clean range. Highly sustainable for a summer's day, in my opinion. Not so sure about the variety of plant life, though. Life appears to be more dead set at existing underground, according to these readings. Perhaps, you should be interested in this other bit of data. Reading some rich deposits of [REFERENCE] [Paste a type of fictitious ore, here.] at coordinance three-one-eight-dash-two-two-six. Eighteen hundred altitude with a massive shelf present, which can easily sustain the Pristine Hope. Mass density is registering into the tonnage. No chance of us sinking."
"Had a chance to run a test on the hull deflection paneling, lately?"
"Please! First thing I got around to was recovering the damage that the boarding party inflicted. Right after triple running the scans at highly detailed did I suit up and walk over every inch of my baby's hull. If I can't find a crack..."
"What..."
"Every other piece of gearing checked out for duty, too...captain. We're good for establishing orbit or excavating to the ground. On your orders."
"The order is go."
"In three. Two. One..."
The ship responded beautifully to the touch from it's creator, igniting thrusters that followed a mathematically programmed course for the smoothest approach to the planet that could have possibly been planned out. Engines almost seemed to purr as the deep toned rumbling bounded off the entire framework, forcefully descending the ship closer to the heavenly body.
As the Pristine Hope penetrated the upper atmosphere, her hull plating distributed the resistance with equal proportions, creating an unbelievably smooth descent towards their destination.
Moments later, the landing struts were firmly planted upon the unyielding shelf of the mountainside, giving Teela and Fredrick a generous portion of land from which to search for the deposits.
The tip was golden. For rich mounds of the raw mineral ore were freshly pushed out from several tunnels in the side of the mountain. Enough for several hours of constantly shoveling the stuff into containers that could help the Pristine Hope become a slight commodity to other societies that they hoped could keep their family well stocked in the basics...and perhaps some of the luxuries of life.
There was just something that kept troubling Teela as she walked the long corridors that led back to the Pristine Hope's main bridge.
Things were perfect.
Too perfect.
Nobody just gives away information that can make others super rich.
Nothing bad had happened on the trip or during the maneuvers.
No. Fate was hanging on to that other shoe. As if waiting for the conditions to be perfect. Just when everything couldn't get better, that was the time to drop the shoe and watch the chaos play itself out.
She just couldn't shake the feeling.
"Cargo is secured." announced Fredrick from his work station on the main bridge. "All systems report ready. On your mark, I'll light the engines."
"Double. No. Triple check all test circuits." countered Teela. "Tell me that there's a wire out of place. A fuel cell is slightly misaligned. Hell. That a minor system that shouldn't mean a single thing is about to malfunction and strand us on this planet. There's some catch here and I'm not seeing it."
"A hunch?" replied Fredrick. "Aye, aye. Keying in thorough detection routines. She is a bit on the old side, after all."
"It's...not quite that." added Teela. "How often do we actually get a run of good luck?"
"We're...overdue." countered Fredrick. "And...not a malfunction on the whole grid. If you want, we can sit here for the next few hours while I have diagnostics overhaul every circuit and line of code in the computer banks. I bet the sunset might look pretty nice on a spot like this."
"Fine. The word is go. Let's attempt to liftoff."
"Aye, aye, captain." he simply said as he keyed in the sequence for liftoff.
The Pristine Hope's engines roared to life.
Launch thrusters received their proper amount of pressure, pushing the landing struts cleanly away from the shelf of the mountainside.
In moments, the ship was easily pulling away from the final grasp of the planet's atmosphere to achieve a stable orbit.
"Smooth as silk." cooed Fredrick. "Can I build a ship, or what?"
Teela didn't acknowledge that bit of self praise. "Let us not hang around for too long. Someone's out here. Ready to pirate away our cargo. Depart orbit as soon as you are able to."
"Range sensors are clean, Teela." informed Fredrick. "Your nerves are the only thing, malfunctioning. We're good to go. If it will make you feel better, we'll be in slingshot range to make it back to base in forty-two seconds. Engines are primed to make the jump and nothing is stopping us. I'd say tonight, let's get a stone hard party going. We've made it! Just relax and ride out the..."
Fredrick's work station let out several beeps.
"There's the boot, coming to stomp all over our heads, Fredrick!" half screamed Teela.
"Now, now. Let me just look. Probably a small asteroid or something." charmingly replied Fredrick. "I'll just...
Teela put her paw to her forehead, as if to predict a coming disaster.
"Disturbance detected off the starboard bow!" announced Fredrick. He was looking frantically into his own work station's readouts aboard the Pristine Hope's bridge as he reported. "Damn! It's no asteroid or piece of space junk, either! It's large and came out of nowhere. Turning hard to avoid collision!"
"I need to know what we're dealing..." and Teela's voice trailed off for a second as she gazed out the window. "TriCylian Star Base? Opening all known frequencies! Pray to The Light that this is the Drone Yenian, Fredrick. We really need that miracle, right now. Bring us to a safe position to remain stationary at." Her fingers were lightning quick upon the controls.
"Rodger." said Fredrick.
Teela gave an orderly speech for the bridge's microphones to pick up on. "Unknown TriCylian ship. This is the Katrinan Pristine Hope. We are on an errand of mercy. Please state your intentions."
"Power levels coming from that ship are off the scale. Other scanning beams are merely bouncing off it's hull. Frequency jamming is detected."
"Plot a course away from that ship. Wait for my command to execute." instructed Teela, barely remembering to mute any further transmissions.
The ship started to rock and shake on it's own before Fredrick could reply.
She un-muted and took a breath. "Unknown TriCylian ship. If you can hear me, please state your purpose. We are defenseless and surrender to your terms." said Teela without consulting Fredrick in the least.
Fredrick's screen lit up with automated input, coming from various sensors about the ship. "They're opening fire with some kind of radiation pulses. The likes of which, I have never seen. Armor plating is already buckling and warping itself to shreds from the contact. Multiple hull breaches are already venting atmosphere into space. I have no immediate means of counteracting this, aside from closing emergency bulkhead doors. Commands, please?"
"TriCylian ship. Please respond. Your actions are causing fatal damage to our vessel. Please relinquish your actions, immediately."
No reply.
"That's it! No miracles, today!" stated Teela after giving barely one nervous second to pass by. She turned her eyes on Fredrick. "Maximum speed away from this hostile!"
Fredrick tried to execute the escape command. Only, he was forced to report, "Engines are not responding. Sensors say that vital parts have been damaged beyond repair."
The ship shook violently and an automated alarm sounded from afar.
"We can fight, captain. Weapons are still responding." announced Fredrick.
"No. We can't." countered Teela with a dead serious tone of defeat in her voice. "Whatever they are doing, they are toying with us. Those kinds of ships could have smacked us out of existence faster then this. And, it's our turn to do something. Abandon ship." She gave no hesitation to her conclusive course of action.
"I know that we're over matched and all..." argued Fredrick, still having pride in something he helped to design and build.
"We've lost this battle before it ever began." stated Teela, with defeat turning into an absolute tone. "Find a way to the children and meet me in escape hatch number 9. Hurry, now. We truly don't have much time."
With a hint of hesitancy in his voice, he announced, "Aye, aye, captain." and left his station with plenty of haste to dash down the open hallway.
Teela's nightmare jumped to the escape hatch. As if the world just decided to ignore a chunk of life, right in front of her eyes.
"We'll meet up on the planet, below!" yelled Fredrick with children in tow as a wall of flame jumped through a gigantic crack in the floor. It's blazing hot light was spread out from one wall to the other. "I'll find a way to get there! Now, save yourself! That's an order!"
"Survive with my children or even The Light won't save you from my wrath!" threatened Teela as she walked backwards into the round escape pod before closing the door, sealing only herself inside.
The massive cannonball constructed escape pod fired itself into open space, granting her a small view on the Pristine Hope. It's outer hall, twisted into a bizarre shape as various sprays of flame could be seen around her.
The unsteady vixen was being held down by several creatures that could resemble some kind of K-9 species.
"Fredrick! Fredrick!" she cried, rolling her head about in her sleep the second before her eyes shot open.
"Miss! It's alright, now. Calm yourself. You're in our care."
Teela gazed upwards, seeing a blurry face before her eyes had a chance to focus.
"Your crashed craft was found in the old swamp by one of our better trackers. In fact, it was she that carried your unconscious carcass to us. You've been in some kind of private vision for many days. You're now through the darkness and have come back to us on your own terms."
She was gazing into the face of an elderly rodent. One of considerable size, at that.
"Let's get to introductions, first and foremost. I am Mayor Sagaciousness. At least, it's what folks wound up calling me, over the years. I govern this small township of ours, lovingly called Penthrift. Not the biggest patch of land. But, we make of it what we can. Keep things modern under a tight skin of traditional, we manage to do. I'm sure that we can fit you in, given enough time. Or, if your heart longs to be from where you once came, I believe we can accommodate. If not here, then with the contacts from our regional outposts. Perhaps, a bit of your history should be shared in return for our hospitality, if you're willing to."
Teela did her best to take in the atmosphere as her mind sluggishly came to terms with the loss of both the Pristine Hope and potentially her family. She couldn't be sure if Fredrick had truly managed to reach another escape chamber. It looked, from her viewpoint, that the ship simply did not yield enough time to permit it. The huge explosion could have masked any escaping pods. It was too blinding to be sure. So, she could hold out hope. She also had to choose her words, carefully. She held no trust for the TriCylians or their trickery. It was easily within their grasp to have made this whole dream just an illusion about the Pristine Hope for her benefit of...something she was unaware of. "Teela. Teela of the clan Rose. My star ship was just attacked. Was unable to verify any reasons for why. Have no idea if any of my crew managed to escape. No communications. Cut off and on my own. I'm very appreciative of your offer for any help. And, for now, I shall be graciously accepting of your offer to become apart of your humble community. At least, for now."
In this first chapter, Teela and Fredrick have just lucked out on a hot tip for some valuable mineral ore. This resource could spell success at a crucial moment for their future success. So, why does the Universe feel like destroying everything they tried to accumulate?
This piece has been commissioned by
SpyPolygon , whom also did the other scene of Teela and animal Lurid upon the dominance motorcycle.Please remember that this story is in beta form and I am aware that several plot holes are in need of patching in this section, alone. Also, a couple identity names need to be filled in. It doesn't make the story any less readable, though.
Links to parts 2 and 3 are to follow...
Part 2: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/14843840/
Plight of the Rose. Copyright jup-reindeer.
===
CHAPTER ??:
(And the eagle flew out of the night.)
Completion percentage: @@@@@@@@@@ 90%
"PG" friendly. [?] / "RRR" ready. [?]
Latest chapter entry on: 10/24/2014
Original chapter started on: 7/24/2014-??/??/????
Chapter backed up on: ?/?/????
Chapter netted on: 10/24/2014
Printed on: ?/?/????
Up to date print? [ ]
Rating: ??
TriCylian fluidity rate: ??%
PAGE DXII
===
Summary:
Just when things started to seemingly go right for Teela and her small family, the Universe decided to intervene with a sharp left turn.
===
Teela stood at the command station aboard the Pristine Hope's bridge. As she pressed down upon her data pad, [REFERENCE] [Determine if I ever gave those personal pads they used to interface with ship's computer functions and paste it here if 'data pad' is incorrect.] she began to give a small lecture to the otherwise empty environment. "Captain's log begins. Although we have made several lucky breaks with local civilized trading races in the [REFERENCE] [Create a name for this sector of space...or reference to see if one had already been created at some point. Not likely, as most of this chapter remains unwritten, as of this note entry.] sector, I can't help but feel a bit reluctant to give the kind of trust that Fredrick Helsinki has been offering to such total strangers. He tells me that we can't afford to be anything less then completely honest. But, I feel that remaining reserved to our internal cause of surviving may be the better course of action. Still..." and she hesitated for a few seconds. "...I do have to realize over and over again that we are almost alone and that supplies are hard to come by without making allies along the way. In a way, I find myself wondering if we weren't better off, sticking with that salvage operation. It's a feeling that comes and goes when I think too much about how fragile our overall goal seems to be. I only then have to think about the children, sleeping their lives away inside that goo filled holding cell. And it reaffirms my belief that we've taken the better course of action to go our separate ways. There's another feeling that I can't seem so shake off. The belief that having a goal of simple survival is not worthy enough. As, at times, we can feel as cold blooded inside this iron hulk as the vacuum of space is upon the outer side. Today, Fredrick set course for a wild hint at a potential ally. Suppose to be a species with the most peculiar trait of having a love affair with mining. It's said that on the right day, they remove volumes of several kinds of valued ores when a vein is struck. Apparently, they are some kind of rock consumer and claim that such ores contaminate their food source. He is so hopeful that this tip turns out to be true. As we could use some leverage for trading at the few outposts we know are somewhat trustworthy. After all, the last thing this family of ours needs is another Snark Foot Station incident. Personally, I am beginning to wonder if throughout this whole Universe if we even still have a worthy home to find. It feels like we're some kind of forgotten relic, misplaced amongst time. End of log."
"Planet [REFERENCE] [Create name of planet that supposed creatures live on, here.] , now in orbit range. Beginning scans for a potential landing zone." announced Fredrick.
"What data is coming through about surface conditions?" instantly snapped Teela.
This request didn't phase [REFERENCE] Fredrick in the least. "Temperate conditions. Oxygenation looks to be reaching generously into the clean range. Highly sustainable for a summer's day, in my opinion. Not so sure about the variety of plant life, though. Life appears to be more dead set at existing underground, according to these readings. Perhaps, you should be interested in this other bit of data. Reading some rich deposits of [REFERENCE] [Paste a type of fictitious ore, here.] at coordinance three-one-eight-dash-two-two-six. Eighteen hundred altitude with a massive shelf present, which can easily sustain the Pristine Hope. Mass density is registering into the tonnage. No chance of us sinking."
"Had a chance to run a test on the hull deflection paneling, lately?"
"Please! First thing I got around to was recovering the damage that the boarding party inflicted. Right after triple running the scans at highly detailed did I suit up and walk over every inch of my baby's hull. If I can't find a crack..."
"What..."
"Every other piece of gearing checked out for duty, too...captain. We're good for establishing orbit or excavating to the ground. On your orders."
"The order is go."
"In three. Two. One..."
The ship responded beautifully to the touch from it's creator, igniting thrusters that followed a mathematically programmed course for the smoothest approach to the planet that could have possibly been planned out. Engines almost seemed to purr as the deep toned rumbling bounded off the entire framework, forcefully descending the ship closer to the heavenly body.
As the Pristine Hope penetrated the upper atmosphere, her hull plating distributed the resistance with equal proportions, creating an unbelievably smooth descent towards their destination.
Moments later, the landing struts were firmly planted upon the unyielding shelf of the mountainside, giving Teela and Fredrick a generous portion of land from which to search for the deposits.
The tip was golden. For rich mounds of the raw mineral ore were freshly pushed out from several tunnels in the side of the mountain. Enough for several hours of constantly shoveling the stuff into containers that could help the Pristine Hope become a slight commodity to other societies that they hoped could keep their family well stocked in the basics...and perhaps some of the luxuries of life.
There was just something that kept troubling Teela as she walked the long corridors that led back to the Pristine Hope's main bridge.
Things were perfect.
Too perfect.
Nobody just gives away information that can make others super rich.
Nothing bad had happened on the trip or during the maneuvers.
No. Fate was hanging on to that other shoe. As if waiting for the conditions to be perfect. Just when everything couldn't get better, that was the time to drop the shoe and watch the chaos play itself out.
She just couldn't shake the feeling.
"Cargo is secured." announced Fredrick from his work station on the main bridge. "All systems report ready. On your mark, I'll light the engines."
"Double. No. Triple check all test circuits." countered Teela. "Tell me that there's a wire out of place. A fuel cell is slightly misaligned. Hell. That a minor system that shouldn't mean a single thing is about to malfunction and strand us on this planet. There's some catch here and I'm not seeing it."
"A hunch?" replied Fredrick. "Aye, aye. Keying in thorough detection routines. She is a bit on the old side, after all."
"It's...not quite that." added Teela. "How often do we actually get a run of good luck?"
"We're...overdue." countered Fredrick. "And...not a malfunction on the whole grid. If you want, we can sit here for the next few hours while I have diagnostics overhaul every circuit and line of code in the computer banks. I bet the sunset might look pretty nice on a spot like this."
"Fine. The word is go. Let's attempt to liftoff."
"Aye, aye, captain." he simply said as he keyed in the sequence for liftoff.
The Pristine Hope's engines roared to life.
Launch thrusters received their proper amount of pressure, pushing the landing struts cleanly away from the shelf of the mountainside.
In moments, the ship was easily pulling away from the final grasp of the planet's atmosphere to achieve a stable orbit.
"Smooth as silk." cooed Fredrick. "Can I build a ship, or what?"
Teela didn't acknowledge that bit of self praise. "Let us not hang around for too long. Someone's out here. Ready to pirate away our cargo. Depart orbit as soon as you are able to."
"Range sensors are clean, Teela." informed Fredrick. "Your nerves are the only thing, malfunctioning. We're good to go. If it will make you feel better, we'll be in slingshot range to make it back to base in forty-two seconds. Engines are primed to make the jump and nothing is stopping us. I'd say tonight, let's get a stone hard party going. We've made it! Just relax and ride out the..."
Fredrick's work station let out several beeps.
"There's the boot, coming to stomp all over our heads, Fredrick!" half screamed Teela.
"Now, now. Let me just look. Probably a small asteroid or something." charmingly replied Fredrick. "I'll just...
Teela put her paw to her forehead, as if to predict a coming disaster.
"Disturbance detected off the starboard bow!" announced Fredrick. He was looking frantically into his own work station's readouts aboard the Pristine Hope's bridge as he reported. "Damn! It's no asteroid or piece of space junk, either! It's large and came out of nowhere. Turning hard to avoid collision!"
"I need to know what we're dealing..." and Teela's voice trailed off for a second as she gazed out the window. "TriCylian Star Base? Opening all known frequencies! Pray to The Light that this is the Drone Yenian, Fredrick. We really need that miracle, right now. Bring us to a safe position to remain stationary at." Her fingers were lightning quick upon the controls.
"Rodger." said Fredrick.
Teela gave an orderly speech for the bridge's microphones to pick up on. "Unknown TriCylian ship. This is the Katrinan Pristine Hope. We are on an errand of mercy. Please state your intentions."
"Power levels coming from that ship are off the scale. Other scanning beams are merely bouncing off it's hull. Frequency jamming is detected."
"Plot a course away from that ship. Wait for my command to execute." instructed Teela, barely remembering to mute any further transmissions.
The ship started to rock and shake on it's own before Fredrick could reply.
She un-muted and took a breath. "Unknown TriCylian ship. If you can hear me, please state your purpose. We are defenseless and surrender to your terms." said Teela without consulting Fredrick in the least.
Fredrick's screen lit up with automated input, coming from various sensors about the ship. "They're opening fire with some kind of radiation pulses. The likes of which, I have never seen. Armor plating is already buckling and warping itself to shreds from the contact. Multiple hull breaches are already venting atmosphere into space. I have no immediate means of counteracting this, aside from closing emergency bulkhead doors. Commands, please?"
"TriCylian ship. Please respond. Your actions are causing fatal damage to our vessel. Please relinquish your actions, immediately."
No reply.
"That's it! No miracles, today!" stated Teela after giving barely one nervous second to pass by. She turned her eyes on Fredrick. "Maximum speed away from this hostile!"
Fredrick tried to execute the escape command. Only, he was forced to report, "Engines are not responding. Sensors say that vital parts have been damaged beyond repair."
The ship shook violently and an automated alarm sounded from afar.
"We can fight, captain. Weapons are still responding." announced Fredrick.
"No. We can't." countered Teela with a dead serious tone of defeat in her voice. "Whatever they are doing, they are toying with us. Those kinds of ships could have smacked us out of existence faster then this. And, it's our turn to do something. Abandon ship." She gave no hesitation to her conclusive course of action.
"I know that we're over matched and all..." argued Fredrick, still having pride in something he helped to design and build.
"We've lost this battle before it ever began." stated Teela, with defeat turning into an absolute tone. "Find a way to the children and meet me in escape hatch number 9. Hurry, now. We truly don't have much time."
With a hint of hesitancy in his voice, he announced, "Aye, aye, captain." and left his station with plenty of haste to dash down the open hallway.
Teela's nightmare jumped to the escape hatch. As if the world just decided to ignore a chunk of life, right in front of her eyes.
"We'll meet up on the planet, below!" yelled Fredrick with children in tow as a wall of flame jumped through a gigantic crack in the floor. It's blazing hot light was spread out from one wall to the other. "I'll find a way to get there! Now, save yourself! That's an order!"
"Survive with my children or even The Light won't save you from my wrath!" threatened Teela as she walked backwards into the round escape pod before closing the door, sealing only herself inside.
The massive cannonball constructed escape pod fired itself into open space, granting her a small view on the Pristine Hope. It's outer hall, twisted into a bizarre shape as various sprays of flame could be seen around her.
The unsteady vixen was being held down by several creatures that could resemble some kind of K-9 species.
"Fredrick! Fredrick!" she cried, rolling her head about in her sleep the second before her eyes shot open.
"Miss! It's alright, now. Calm yourself. You're in our care."
Teela gazed upwards, seeing a blurry face before her eyes had a chance to focus.
"Your crashed craft was found in the old swamp by one of our better trackers. In fact, it was she that carried your unconscious carcass to us. You've been in some kind of private vision for many days. You're now through the darkness and have come back to us on your own terms."
She was gazing into the face of an elderly rodent. One of considerable size, at that.
"Let's get to introductions, first and foremost. I am Mayor Sagaciousness. At least, it's what folks wound up calling me, over the years. I govern this small township of ours, lovingly called Penthrift. Not the biggest patch of land. But, we make of it what we can. Keep things modern under a tight skin of traditional, we manage to do. I'm sure that we can fit you in, given enough time. Or, if your heart longs to be from where you once came, I believe we can accommodate. If not here, then with the contacts from our regional outposts. Perhaps, a bit of your history should be shared in return for our hospitality, if you're willing to."
Teela did her best to take in the atmosphere as her mind sluggishly came to terms with the loss of both the Pristine Hope and potentially her family. She couldn't be sure if Fredrick had truly managed to reach another escape chamber. It looked, from her viewpoint, that the ship simply did not yield enough time to permit it. The huge explosion could have masked any escaping pods. It was too blinding to be sure. So, she could hold out hope. She also had to choose her words, carefully. She held no trust for the TriCylians or their trickery. It was easily within their grasp to have made this whole dream just an illusion about the Pristine Hope for her benefit of...something she was unaware of. "Teela. Teela of the clan Rose. My star ship was just attacked. Was unable to verify any reasons for why. Have no idea if any of my crew managed to escape. No communications. Cut off and on my own. I'm very appreciative of your offer for any help. And, for now, I shall be graciously accepting of your offer to become apart of your humble community. At least, for now."
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