#veeryhelmtime
I have woke up. I'll feel out of it for a while. Got the burning thought of wanting to protect goldbloods now you all deserve the world for putting up with that shit.
We have finally touched down on the planet they have chose to live on. Finally. it's pretty, decent. I wish them luck. The scientists have been working to unhook me and I should be free. They have already been giving me things for my service as well, including some dope trident their former boss had. I'm not a spear kinda gal but they mentioned how they're washing their hands of all of that. It'll make a cool talking piece in the future. Pain has been turned back on and I feel like hell, but I've also felt worse. I've already caught myself dozing off as they've been working on me.
Updated estimate. 8 hours. I'll truck through. Light at the end of the tunnel. Feeling myself get a bit giddy.
I say one or the other like it couldn't be both. Would be just my luck that I get something that makes me even more of a freak.
I can already smell the petrichor. Almost there. Just a bit longer and I can go. It's been anywhere between 4-7 (4 conscious for it) days being forced to helm. I consider it a triumph to get through it, apparently this should be impossible. It likely is in every other case. I don't recommend it, other humans out there. This shit sucks.
Day three was not reaching the location, it was handling this fucking. Usurper. She's dead now, by the way. Along with half of her supporters, minimal losses on the original lab folk helping me help them. This is what happens when you underestimate someone. I may be an alien and "lesser being", but they didn't expect me to have military training and practice, hooking me to the ship was a mistake if they were hoping that I wouldn't use that against them. Things will be running smoothly again. Asked if they had manual controls on this thing and that I'd be willing to just fucking. Manually pilot them there....Read more
I am just. Astounded. With how sloppy this is. Not the guys I'm backing I'm getting their asses organized in no time. The ones doing the coup.
Good. Great. It's. Gone go shit. An ambitious [EXPUNGED] has performed a coup amongst the remaining scientists. Relatively bloodless. Not even an hour of taking over did they start. Tampering with me again. According to her, I've been deemed a success. She's one of those blue shades. Got into my head, forced me to stop struggling while they did more work. I don't think this is my upcoming last day. I'm trying to not spiral. Trying to find whatever cracks in their systems that I can. Never been much of a hacker but nows a great time to pick up a new hobby.
Proper second full day at the wheel. I want to get up and move. They claim the way they got me suspended is the most comfortable way according to their previous helm people. Maybe for them. I'm used to my daily routine of exercise. I'm a big strong woman. I don't want to stereotype anyone but I'm probably not the first expected pick for this role. Because I'm not. At least Nyrita got me my smokes.
I want to blame RA for this, by the way. I don't think it nor Deimos exists in this universe so I shouldn't worry about drawing its ire by cursing it.
One would expect being tossed into asinine situations that shouldn't even be possible would mean I'd fuck this up pretty damn easy but no. I'm locked in. I don't think this is something I could get used to, even now without pain I can feel the strain on me. Still. I persevere because a) I wanna prove I can do it, b) I don't want my actual death to be "fried brain piloting alien space craft with her head"
Dunno if its stockholme, longing for gentle contact, or being fucking gay but like. The jadeblood that's been taking care of me through this is looking like, really hot. Even as she talks down to me like I'm akin to a pet or lab rat at times. It's annoying. I want her to do things to me. [ Posted from Veery's NeuroLink Comms Unit! Message label: #suggestive #needtokeepfocused #shedoesntmakeiteasy #willhavetostop #beinggayforafewhours #hhhh ]
Ah. This wasn't a cybernetic-influenced nightmare. Sleeping hooked up is. An interesting posture to find yourself in, they had me strapped up. Good thing Lialyi ran me through the basics, not having oxygen or gravity while I slept would've been #bad. Had breakfast served to me, which sounds bougier than it is in reality. Food I'm not familiar with but I'm far from picky. Been allowed to nap a bit longer...
The...evening? Time. Time isn't working right now even as I have it running in my head. Regardless. It's been. Peaceful now that things have settled. I've started piloting their ship with some difficulty. Kind jadeblood has been asking me for alien stories and I've just been recounting war stories belonging to me and other Keats that I have run into, or have records on. Explaining some things that I know about humanity, however warped that it is. She's curious. I fear I may have given her the wrong perception of what the average human is like even as I explain I'm very fucking weird. About two more day...Read more
Amusing. They asked me to captcha something to hold onto and got concerned when I mentioned I don't have one of those. So. I guess I may be getting one soon. Apparently the concept of actually hauling around your stuff is abhorrent.
Okay. This isn't too bad. Not a fan of the electric current but they're trying to make it bearable for me. I've tapped into the majority of the ship systems where I am allowed to. It's very weird. I feel like I'm being stretched like a rubber band. Several machines and systems are at my whim, I feel like I have many eyes. Being hooked to my white witch always felt like it being an extension of myself but this is completely different. Doing some basic maneuvers now to get the basics of the ship down. They are impressed.
The techies will let me go under a condition. They have been. Lying to their commanding officers. They have known the coordinates of their ideal planet. I just need to get them there, just a few systems away and they have their own equivalent of a blinkspace engine. they're calling it something different but don't care it's the same process we get there faster. A day, maybe two depending on how well I can understand the ship now that I'm not under duress. They've unchained me, have brought me rations and drink, and have a medic treating the injuries I've sustained, not that I can feel them. They're go...Read more
You have got to be fucking kidding me there's no way they named this thing the equivalent of "the party yacht". This universe doesn't seem to follow typical history this isn't part of some fleet as there is no formal fleet anymore. Heavily propagandized. The fish is/was in the process of finding a goldilocks planet to attempt colonization to "restart the glorious empire". No such luck apparently.
how long will they keep this up. feeling my awareness expand beyond just me. they're getting what they want. met ship owner. some fish bitch party girl. not the big one. heiress? used tech to pull me in. they were aiming for a gold, my cybernetics aligned with what they needed and got me instead. they act like I know anything about running one of their ships. starting to now, really wish that I didn't. [ Posted from Veery's NeuroLink Comms Unit! Message label: #fuckme #itsalwayssomething ]
I was mid-transit in blinkspace and would be for several more weeks. How did these people get me. I don't even know who they are or what they want. They have not come to speak with me. Seen some trolls in uniforms pass by this room in my peripheral. Even if I wasn't chained up I don't know if I could unhook myself from their system without issue. It doesn't feel right, I can feel some kind of process going on but this is vastly different from union tech. [ Posted from Veery's NeuroLink Comms Unit! Message label: #notfreakingout #tryingtocalmlyaccessthesituation #neurolinkseparatefromtheirsystem ]
[ *An image has been uploaded!* ] [ *An off-angle shot of what looks to be a room full of machines that would appear more familiar to trolls than humans, the interior of an engine room of an empire ship, the text running along various machines and overall red scheme confirming it. One of the surfaces is shiny enough to catch a reflection of the one taking the photo, Veery. She had no camera or phone, she took the picture from her cybernetics it would seem. She was in a normal white tanktop and grey jeans that are both bloodstained in both her blood as well as some purple and fuchsia. She looks....rough...Read more