Visions and Tales - We All Part 1

Visions and Tales - We All Part 1

- By Valthalin -

    Were heading into Zone A for a week to examine some sciencey doohickey our clients are after.

Now remember Dunken your in charge. Don't open the door for anyone unless they are from the guild. Make sure your sister does her studies. I've left you enough money for a while. In case we run long here I've granted you access to the companies funds.

Is that ok for you to do mom?

I'm the founder of this band boy I'm entitled to mooch. Now, how is Gracy handling things.

Grace is at school right now. She is trying to act mature about it, but she still cries herself to sleep since you left.

That is too cute my big girl. Make sure you to support each other. . .

 

Commander! The Summers Rain is requesting our clearance documents.

Thank you Travis. I'll be up in a minute.

 

Looks like were about to cross over into the wild boy. Wish your mama good hunting.

You'd better come back in one piece or Grace will kill you. Good hunting Commander Bethany!

Attaboy keep that strong face on.

Dunken started tearing up as the transmission ended.

 

Travis waiting just outside the door standing at attention.

Alright Travis lets see if we can glide through this red tape.

Mama!

Travis turned on his heel to match pace with Bethany.

The kids are getting big. It's gracy's birthday next month, you planning and 'appropriating' a souvenir?

Thas right. She'el be a might 12 year old lady.

Any normal girl would want something frilly or shopping money. Whada suppose she hinted at Travis?

Hmmm, knowing that one. Probably that one thing we picked up down in quarantine.

Bethany clicked her tongue. You nailed it on the head.

Are you going to give it to here!?

 

Commander on the bridge! called out the security office.

Beth and Travis parted striding to their respective posts.

Beth touched the captains control panel. lights breathed before illuminated the control scheme.

Beth swiped a communication request on the main holographic display.

 

A strikingly beautiful woman in Jet black uniform rendered out in the middle of the bridge.

Good day commander Bethany Roesen-Qruz. You look well.

Thank you Admiral Holwell.

The Admiral accepted a data slate from off view.

Looks like your papers are in order commander. Your formation meets requirements for the transition. The cruiser Speaker of Perdition is assigned to your area, please check in with them before your transition.

And commander, Avoid bring any party guest home this time.

Thank you Admiral. Fair winds to you.

 

The comms officer chimed in. Commander they've transmitted our travel route. patching it through to navigation.

Very good Preston. Jonathan! take us to the next checkpoint.

In the distance Summers Rain and her entourage loomed like a stationary storm cloud. Ready to disgorge the Admirals justice on anyone stupid enough to cause trouble

 

. . .

 

Incoming communication commander.

A grizzled old man with more combat scars than face waved onto the viewer. His current uniform a crimson red but obviously he was a black.

In a deep and growling voice. This is the War Cruiser Speaker of Perdition. Transmit your clearance and State your purpose or be fired upon. You have 20 seconds to comply.

Beth motioned to communications. We are transmitting Speaker of Perdition.

A seconds later the captain of the Speaker nodded to someone off view.

Very well, you are clear to transition. Bear in mind we will not assist you until you transition back to this side.

Thank you Speaker of Perdition, we'll be on our way.

Good hunting Motley Bucket. The Speaker terminated the transmission.

 

Beth snapped a look over to the Weapons officer Bordy, and Travis. Well we lived through or first encounter.

The bridge chuckled.

 

Alright lads, let cross over the edge of the world one more time.

Beth swiped to open a formation wide com.

All vessels raise to combat alertness and form up! logistics and guests in the middle, lance first. Flaming Thunder Hawk you take point.

A dozen war frigates and destroyers jostled into position around the squishy logistics and guest core.

Preston raising a hand, All ships signaling ready.

 

Alright ladies and gents buckle up and try to keep your britches on!

Jonathan give this flying buffet a nudge!

Mama!

Initiating primary oven, commencing steaks cooking complete in

10...

 

A mirror image simmered several meters from the lead ships as they approached the edge.

The lead ships slipped through like diving into a water surface.

5...

 

A chrome wall passed through the nose of the Motley bucket. Sweeping towards Bethany.

I'll never get use to this! Beth gasped as she tried to lean away from the impending wall.

. . .

To be Continued

 

Sick today, brain says no.

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