Time To Finish The Fight

“Might I ask where I am?” She asks arching a brow.

“You may check and see that I am unarmed. It is illogical to assume I could attack through your armour. Especially given that I have taken the hypocratic oath.”

“She’s already on her way Chief.” Roland said, not disappearing as he looked at the newcomer.

“United Nations… I see. What year is it?” She asks her voice still cool and calm.

“And do pardon me for asking. But what planet are you from?”

“You’ll have to forgive him, he’s not used to socializing.” An older woman with one arm wearing a doctor’s coat said moving around the Chief. “As for exploration of different universes, it’s all theoretical at the moment, besides Slipspace.” She said walking towards Bryana and getting a needle out. “I need to do a blood test, to make sure you’re not carrying a virus. May I?” She asked indicating her arm. And before Bryana had a chance to answer, Halsey jabs the needle in to her arm.

“You do not have my consent to use that for anything other than determining illness. I would like to stay with it till it is properly disposed of. Are you all human? This is important.” Bryana says seriously.

“You’re…not human?” The Chief asked slowly. “What are you then? You don’t look like any of the alien races I’ve met.”

“Yes ma’am.” Chief said with a nod.

“So, I assume there’s a medical condition?” Halsey asked inquisitively. “I take it you’re perspiring at an unusual rate for your species.”

“It is illogical to be embarrassed. Forgive me. My culture used to be very violent. But through meditation and training we have learned over the years to control our baser urges. If you understand my meaning… however. This is through repression. And much as with humans. Repressed emotion cannot be held forever. So every seven years. We go through a state. In which we must be transported home. For everyone’s safety. Including my own. Or I will perish. Painfully…” she’s staring at the ground.

“I am already two days into the eight day period. At the end of the eighth. I will die.”

“Well, we’re at war with a rogue AI that has figured out a way to overcome our seven year lifespan and has promised to share that info with any ai that follows her. Oh, and she has an army of combat AI’s that are built into ancient alien robots that can teleport in anywhere.” Roland interjected. “Think she might get an opportunity to fight it out then?”

“No. I do not wish to kill any of you. And the only way for the ritual combat to work is by killing another. You’ll kill me first please.” Bry frowns.

“P-perhaps. This isn’t the ideal time…”

“What we need to do is lure her into a trap…” Halsey said thoughtfully. “I still have friends in what’s left of the Office of Naval Intelligence that might be able to help… anyway, I’d like to run a few tests if that’s alright. Maybe since our universe is different, our medical technology’s different from yours, so we might be able to help without having to find a mate or get you into a fight.”

“Your technology is definitely different.” Bryana replies. “As are your customs certainly. How many alien species have you interacted with? In fact if you have any history books I could peruse that would be helpful. Technological information as well.”

“But yes, history books and other reading material should be possible.” Halsey finished her thought.

“Still being made? Elaborate.”

“I agree with you about religion.” Halsey said with a nod. “The covenant worshiped an alien species that went extinct millions of years ago, the Forerunners. They were more advanced than we are now and ruled over the galaxy millions of years ago.”

She nods. “I ought to get studying. However I should do my very best to try and figure out a way home. Do you have any sensor readings from when I arrived?”

“Halsey. Ma’am.” He said giving each of them a respectful nod. “I’m Captain Thomas Laskey. Roland tells us you’re from a different universe?”

“I think I ought to go meditate now.”

“When you’re ready ma’am, I’ll take you where you need to go.” Chief offered, his almost robotic voice trying to give a kind sound to it.

“Thank you. I’m ready.” She replies to Chief. She’s quite green.

Chief nods and walks out the door, expecting her to follow.

“Might I ask where I am?” She asks arching a brow.

“You may check and see that I am unarmed. It is illogical to assume I could attack through your armour. Especially given that I have taken the hypocratic oath.”

“She’s already on her way Chief.” Roland said, not disappearing as he looked at the newcomer.

“United Nations… I see. What year is it?” She asks her voice still cool and calm.

“And do pardon me for asking. But what planet are you from?”

“You’ll have to forgive him, he’s not used to socializing.” An older woman with one arm wearing a doctor’s coat said moving around the Chief. “As for exploration of different universes, it’s all theoretical at the moment, besides Slipspace.” She said walking towards Bryana and getting a needle out. “I need to do a blood test, to make sure you’re not carrying a virus. May I?” She asked indicating her arm. And before Bryana had a chance to answer, Halsey jabs the needle in to her arm.

“You do not have my consent to use that for anything other than determining illness. I would like to stay with it till it is properly disposed of. Are you all human? This is important.” Bryana says seriously.

“You’re…not human?” The Chief asked slowly. “What are you then? You don’t look like any of the alien races I’ve met.”

“Yes ma’am.” Chief said with a nod.

“So, I assume there’s a medical condition?” Halsey asked inquisitively. “I take it you’re perspiring at an unusual rate for your species.”

“It is illogical to be embarrassed. Forgive me. My culture used to be very violent. But through meditation and training we have learned over the years to control our baser urges. If you understand my meaning… however. This is through repression. And much as with humans. Repressed emotion cannot be held forever. So every seven years. We go through a state. In which we must be transported home. For everyone’s safety. Including my own. Or I will perish. Painfully…” she’s staring at the ground.

“I am already two days into the eight day period. At the end of the eighth. I will die.”

“Well, we’re at war with a rogue AI that has figured out a way to overcome our seven year lifespan and has promised to share that info with any ai that follows her. Oh, and she has an army of combat AI’s that are built into ancient alien robots that can teleport in anywhere.” Roland interjected. “Think she might get an opportunity to fight it out then?”

“No. I do not wish to kill any of you. And the only way for the ritual combat to work is by killing another. You’ll kill me first please.” Bry frowns.

“P-perhaps. This isn’t the ideal time…”

“What we need to do is lure her into a trap…” Halsey said thoughtfully. “I still have friends in what’s left of the Office of Naval Intelligence that might be able to help… anyway, I’d like to run a few tests if that’s alright. Maybe since our universe is different, our medical technology’s different from yours, so we might be able to help without having to find a mate or get you into a fight.”

“Your technology is definitely different.” Bryana replies. “As are your customs certainly. How many alien species have you interacted with? In fact if you have any history books I could peruse that would be helpful. Technological information as well.”

“But yes, history books and other reading material should be possible.” Halsey finished her thought.

“Still being made? Elaborate.”

“I agree with you about religion.” Halsey said with a nod. “The covenant worshiped an alien species that went extinct millions of years ago, the Forerunners. They were more advanced than we are now and ruled over the galaxy millions of years ago.”

She nods. “I ought to get studying. However I should do my very best to try and figure out a way home. Do you have any sensor readings from when I arrived?”

“Halsey. Ma’am.” He said giving each of them a respectful nod. “I’m Captain Thomas Laskey. Roland tells us you’re from a different universe?”

“I think I ought to go meditate now.”

“When you’re ready ma’am, I’ll take you where you need to go.” Chief offered, his almost robotic voice trying to give a kind sound to it.

“Might I ask where I am?” She asks arching a brow.

“You may check and see that I am unarmed. It is illogical to assume I could attack through your armour. Especially given that I have taken the hypocratic oath.”

“She’s already on her way Chief.” Roland said, not disappearing as he looked at the newcomer.

“United Nations… I see. What year is it?” She asks her voice still cool and calm.

“And do pardon me for asking. But what planet are you from?”

“You’ll have to forgive him, he’s not used to socializing.” An older woman with one arm wearing a doctor’s coat said moving around the Chief. “As for exploration of different universes, it’s all theoretical at the moment, besides Slipspace.” She said walking towards Bryana and getting a needle out. “I need to do a blood test, to make sure you’re not carrying a virus. May I?” She asked indicating her arm. And before Bryana had a chance to answer, Halsey jabs the needle in to her arm.

“You do not have my consent to use that for anything other than determining illness. I would like to stay with it till it is properly disposed of. Are you all human? This is important.” Bryana says seriously.

“You’re…not human?” The Chief asked slowly. “What are you then? You don’t look like any of the alien races I’ve met.”

“Yes ma’am.” Chief said with a nod.

“So, I assume there’s a medical condition?” Halsey asked inquisitively. “I take it you’re perspiring at an unusual rate for your species.”

“It is illogical to be embarrassed. Forgive me. My culture used to be very violent. But through meditation and training we have learned over the years to control our baser urges. If you understand my meaning… however. This is through repression. And much as with humans. Repressed emotion cannot be held forever. So every seven years. We go through a state. In which we must be transported home. For everyone’s safety. Including my own. Or I will perish. Painfully…” she’s staring at the ground.

“I am already two days into the eight day period. At the end of the eighth. I will die.”

“Well, we’re at war with a rogue AI that has figured out a way to overcome our seven year lifespan and has promised to share that info with any ai that follows her. Oh, and she has an army of combat AI’s that are built into ancient alien robots that can teleport in anywhere.” Roland interjected. “Think she might get an opportunity to fight it out then?”

“No. I do not wish to kill any of you. And the only way for the ritual combat to work is by killing another. You’ll kill me first please.” Bry frowns.

“P-perhaps. This isn’t the ideal time…”

“What we need to do is lure her into a trap…” Halsey said thoughtfully. “I still have friends in what’s left of the Office of Naval Intelligence that might be able to help… anyway, I’d like to run a few tests if that’s alright. Maybe since our universe is different, our medical technology’s different from yours, so we might be able to help without having to find a mate or get you into a fight.”

“Your technology is definitely different.” Bryana replies. “As are your customs certainly. How many alien species have you interacted with? In fact if you have any history books I could peruse that would be helpful. Technological information as well.”

“But yes, history books and other reading material should be possible.” Halsey finished her thought.

“Still being made? Elaborate.”

“I agree with you about religion.” Halsey said with a nod. “The covenant worshiped an alien species that went extinct millions of years ago, the Forerunners. They were more advanced than we are now and ruled over the galaxy millions of years ago.”

She nods. “I ought to get studying. However I should do my very best to try and figure out a way home. Do you have any sensor readings from when I arrived?”

“Halsey. Ma’am.” He said giving each of them a respectful nod. “I’m Captain Thomas Laskey. Roland tells us you’re from a different universe?”

“Might I ask where I am?” She asks arching a brow.

“You may check and see that I am unarmed. It is illogical to assume I could attack through your armour. Especially given that I have taken the hypocratic oath.”

“She’s already on her way Chief.” Roland said, not disappearing as he looked at the newcomer.

“United Nations… I see. What year is it?” She asks her voice still cool and calm.

“And do pardon me for asking. But what planet are you from?”

“You’ll have to forgive him, he’s not used to socializing.” An older woman with one arm wearing a doctor’s coat said moving around the Chief. “As for exploration of different universes, it’s all theoretical at the moment, besides Slipspace.” She said walking towards Bryana and getting a needle out. “I need to do a blood test, to make sure you’re not carrying a virus. May I?” She asked indicating her arm. And before Bryana had a chance to answer, Halsey jabs the needle in to her arm.

“You do not have my consent to use that for anything other than determining illness. I would like to stay with it till it is properly disposed of. Are you all human? This is important.” Bryana says seriously.

“You’re…not human?” The Chief asked slowly. “What are you then? You don’t look like any of the alien races I’ve met.”

“Yes ma’am.” Chief said with a nod.

“So, I assume there’s a medical condition?” Halsey asked inquisitively. “I take it you’re perspiring at an unusual rate for your species.”

“It is illogical to be embarrassed. Forgive me. My culture used to be very violent. But through meditation and training we have learned over the years to control our baser urges. If you understand my meaning… however. This is through repression. And much as with humans. Repressed emotion cannot be held forever. So every seven years. We go through a state. In which we must be transported home. For everyone’s safety. Including my own. Or I will perish. Painfully…” she’s staring at the ground.

“I am already two days into the eight day period. At the end of the eighth. I will die.”

“Well, we’re at war with a rogue AI that has figured out a way to overcome our seven year lifespan and has promised to share that info with any ai that follows her. Oh, and she has an army of combat AI’s that are built into ancient alien robots that can teleport in anywhere.” Roland interjected. “Think she might get an opportunity to fight it out then?”

“No. I do not wish to kill any of you. And the only way for the ritual combat to work is by killing another. You’ll kill me first please.” Bry frowns.

“P-perhaps. This isn’t the ideal time…”

“What we need to do is lure her into a trap…” Halsey said thoughtfully. “I still have friends in what’s left of the Office of Naval Intelligence that might be able to help… anyway, I’d like to run a few tests if that’s alright. Maybe since our universe is different, our medical technology’s different from yours, so we might be able to help without having to find a mate or get you into a fight.”

“Your technology is definitely different.” Bryana replies. “As are your customs certainly. How many alien species have you interacted with? In fact if you have any history books I could peruse that would be helpful. Technological information as well.”

“But yes, history books and other reading material should be possible.” Halsey finished her thought.

“Still being made? Elaborate.”

“I agree with you about religion.” Halsey said with a nod. “The covenant worshiped an alien species that went extinct millions of years ago, the Forerunners. They were more advanced than we are now and ruled over the galaxy millions of years ago.”

“Might I ask where I am?” She asks arching a brow.

“You may check and see that I am unarmed. It is illogical to assume I could attack through your armour. Especially given that I have taken the hypocratic oath.”

“She’s already on her way Chief.” Roland said, not disappearing as he looked at the newcomer.

“United Nations… I see. What year is it?” She asks her voice still cool and calm.

“And do pardon me for asking. But what planet are you from?”

“You’ll have to forgive him, he’s not used to socializing.” An older woman with one arm wearing a doctor’s coat said moving around the Chief. “As for exploration of different universes, it’s all theoretical at the moment, besides Slipspace.” She said walking towards Bryana and getting a needle out. “I need to do a blood test, to make sure you’re not carrying a virus. May I?” She asked indicating her arm. And before Bryana had a chance to answer, Halsey jabs the needle in to her arm.

“You do not have my consent to use that for anything other than determining illness. I would like to stay with it till it is properly disposed of. Are you all human? This is important.” Bryana says seriously.

“You’re…not human?” The Chief asked slowly. “What are you then? You don’t look like any of the alien races I’ve met.”

“Yes ma’am.” Chief said with a nod.

“So, I assume there’s a medical condition?” Halsey asked inquisitively. “I take it you’re perspiring at an unusual rate for your species.”

“It is illogical to be embarrassed. Forgive me. My culture used to be very violent. But through meditation and training we have learned over the years to control our baser urges. If you understand my meaning… however. This is through repression. And much as with humans. Repressed emotion cannot be held forever. So every seven years. We go through a state. In which we must be transported home. For everyone’s safety. Including my own. Or I will perish. Painfully…” she’s staring at the ground.

“I am already two days into the eight day period. At the end of the eighth. I will die.”

“Well, we’re at war with a rogue AI that has figured out a way to overcome our seven year lifespan and has promised to share that info with any ai that follows her. Oh, and she has an army of combat AI’s that are built into ancient alien robots that can teleport in anywhere.” Roland interjected. “Think she might get an opportunity to fight it out then?”

“No. I do not wish to kill any of you. And the only way for the ritual combat to work is by killing another. You’ll kill me first please.” Bry frowns.

“P-perhaps. This isn’t the ideal time…”

“What we need to do is lure her into a trap…” Halsey said thoughtfully. “I still have friends in what’s left of the Office of Naval Intelligence that might be able to help… anyway, I’d like to run a few tests if that’s alright. Maybe since our universe is different, our medical technology’s different from yours, so we might be able to help without having to find a mate or get you into a fight.”

“Your technology is definitely different.” Bryana replies. “As are your customs certainly. How many alien species have you interacted with? In fact if you have any history books I could peruse that would be helpful. Technological information as well.”

“But yes, history books and other reading material should be possible.” Halsey finished her thought.

“Might I ask where I am?” She asks arching a brow.

“You may check and see that I am unarmed. It is illogical to assume I could attack through your armour. Especially given that I have taken the hypocratic oath.”

“She’s already on her way Chief.” Roland said, not disappearing as he looked at the newcomer.

“United Nations… I see. What year is it?” She asks her voice still cool and calm.

“And do pardon me for asking. But what planet are you from?”

“You’ll have to forgive him, he’s not used to socializing.” An older woman with one arm wearing a doctor’s coat said moving around the Chief. “As for exploration of different universes, it’s all theoretical at the moment, besides Slipspace.” She said walking towards Bryana and getting a needle out. “I need to do a blood test, to make sure you’re not carrying a virus. May I?” She asked indicating her arm. And before Bryana had a chance to answer, Halsey jabs the needle in to her arm.

“You do not have my consent to use that for anything other than determining illness. I would like to stay with it till it is properly disposed of. Are you all human? This is important.” Bryana says seriously.

“You’re…not human?” The Chief asked slowly. “What are you then? You don’t look like any of the alien races I’ve met.”

“Yes ma’am.” Chief said with a nod.

“So, I assume there’s a medical condition?” Halsey asked inquisitively. “I take it you’re perspiring at an unusual rate for your species.”

“It is illogical to be embarrassed. Forgive me. My culture used to be very violent. But through meditation and training we have learned over the years to control our baser urges. If you understand my meaning… however. This is through repression. And much as with humans. Repressed emotion cannot be held forever. So every seven years. We go through a state. In which we must be transported home. For everyone’s safety. Including my own. Or I will perish. Painfully…” she’s staring at the ground.

“I am already two days into the eight day period. At the end of the eighth. I will die.”

“Well, we’re at war with a rogue AI that has figured out a way to overcome our seven year lifespan and has promised to share that info with any ai that follows her. Oh, and she has an army of combat AI’s that are built into ancient alien robots that can teleport in anywhere.” Roland interjected. “Think she might get an opportunity to fight it out then?”

“No. I do not wish to kill any of you. And the only way for the ritual combat to work is by killing another. You’ll kill me first please.” Bry frowns.

“P-perhaps. This isn’t the ideal time…”

“What we need to do is lure her into a trap…” Halsey said thoughtfully. “I still have friends in what’s left of the Office of Naval Intelligence that might be able to help… anyway, I’d like to run a few tests if that’s alright. Maybe since our universe is different, our medical technology’s different from yours, so we might be able to help without having to find a mate or get you into a fight.”

“Might I ask where I am?” She asks arching a brow.

“You may check and see that I am unarmed. It is illogical to assume I could attack through your armour. Especially given that I have taken the hypocratic oath.”

“She’s already on her way Chief.” Roland said, not disappearing as he looked at the newcomer.

“United Nations… I see. What year is it?” She asks her voice still cool and calm.

“And do pardon me for asking. But what planet are you from?”

“You’ll have to forgive him, he’s not used to socializing.” An older woman with one arm wearing a doctor’s coat said moving around the Chief. “As for exploration of different universes, it’s all theoretical at the moment, besides Slipspace.” She said walking towards Bryana and getting a needle out. “I need to do a blood test, to make sure you’re not carrying a virus. May I?” She asked indicating her arm. And before Bryana had a chance to answer, Halsey jabs the needle in to her arm.

“You do not have my consent to use that for anything other than determining illness. I would like to stay with it till it is properly disposed of. Are you all human? This is important.” Bryana says seriously.

“You’re…not human?” The Chief asked slowly. “What are you then? You don’t look like any of the alien races I’ve met.”

“Yes ma’am.” Chief said with a nod.

“So, I assume there’s a medical condition?” Halsey asked inquisitively. “I take it you’re perspiring at an unusual rate for your species.”

“It is illogical to be embarrassed. Forgive me. My culture used to be very violent. But through meditation and training we have learned over the years to control our baser urges. If you understand my meaning… however. This is through repression. And much as with humans. Repressed emotion cannot be held forever. So every seven years. We go through a state. In which we must be transported home. For everyone’s safety. Including my own. Or I will perish. Painfully…” she’s staring at the ground.

“I am already two days into the eight day period. At the end of the eighth. I will die.”

“Well, we’re at war with a rogue AI that has figured out a way to overcome our seven year lifespan and has promised to share that info with any ai that follows her. Oh, and she has an army of combat AI’s that are built into ancient alien robots that can teleport in anywhere.” Roland interjected. “Think she might get an opportunity to fight it out then?”

“No. I do not wish to kill any of you. And the only way for the ritual combat to work is by killing another. You’ll kill me first please.” Bry frowns.

“Might I ask where I am?” She asks arching a brow.

“You may check and see that I am unarmed. It is illogical to assume I could attack through your armour. Especially given that I have taken the hypocratic oath.”

“She’s already on her way Chief.” Roland said, not disappearing as he looked at the newcomer.

“United Nations… I see. What year is it?” She asks her voice still cool and calm.

“And do pardon me for asking. But what planet are you from?”

“You’ll have to forgive him, he’s not used to socializing.” An older woman with one arm wearing a doctor’s coat said moving around the Chief. “As for exploration of different universes, it’s all theoretical at the moment, besides Slipspace.” She said walking towards Bryana and getting a needle out. “I need to do a blood test, to make sure you’re not carrying a virus. May I?” She asked indicating her arm. And before Bryana had a chance to answer, Halsey jabs the needle in to her arm.

“You do not have my consent to use that for anything other than determining illness. I would like to stay with it till it is properly disposed of. Are you all human? This is important.” Bryana says seriously.

“You’re…not human?” The Chief asked slowly. “What are you then? You don’t look like any of the alien races I’ve met.”

“Yes ma’am.” Chief said with a nod.

“So, I assume there’s a medical condition?” Halsey asked inquisitively. “I take it you’re perspiring at an unusual rate for your species.”

“It is illogical to be embarrassed. Forgive me. My culture used to be very violent. But through meditation and training we have learned over the years to control our baser urges. If you understand my meaning… however. This is through repression. And much as with humans. Repressed emotion cannot be held forever. So every seven years. We go through a state. In which we must be transported home. For everyone’s safety. Including my own. Or I will perish. Painfully…” she’s staring at the ground.

“I am already two days into the eight day period. At the end of the eighth. I will die.”

“Well, we’re at war with a rogue AI that has figured out a way to overcome our seven year lifespan and has promised to share that info with any ai that follows her. Oh, and she has an army of combat AI’s that are built into ancient alien robots that can teleport in anywhere.” Roland interjected. “Think she might get an opportunity to fight it out then?”

“Might I ask where I am?” She asks arching a brow.

“You may check and see that I am unarmed. It is illogical to assume I could attack through your armour. Especially given that I have taken the hypocratic oath.”

“She’s already on her way Chief.” Roland said, not disappearing as he looked at the newcomer.

“United Nations… I see. What year is it?” She asks her voice still cool and calm.

“And do pardon me for asking. But what planet are you from?”

“You’ll have to forgive him, he’s not used to socializing.” An older woman with one arm wearing a doctor’s coat said moving around the Chief. “As for exploration of different universes, it’s all theoretical at the moment, besides Slipspace.” She said walking towards Bryana and getting a needle out. “I need to do a blood test, to make sure you’re not carrying a virus. May I?” She asked indicating her arm. And before Bryana had a chance to answer, Halsey jabs the needle in to her arm.

“You do not have my consent to use that for anything other than determining illness. I would like to stay with it till it is properly disposed of. Are you all human? This is important.” Bryana says seriously.

“You’re…not human?” The Chief asked slowly. “What are you then? You don’t look like any of the alien races I’ve met.”

“Yes ma’am.” Chief said with a nod.

“So, I assume there’s a medical condition?” Halsey asked inquisitively. “I take it you’re perspiring at an unusual rate for your species.”

“It is illogical to be embarrassed. Forgive me. My culture used to be very violent. But through meditation and training we have learned over the years to control our baser urges. If you understand my meaning… however. This is through repression. And much as with humans. Repressed emotion cannot be held forever. So every seven years. We go through a state. In which we must be transported home. For everyone’s safety. Including my own. Or I will perish. Painfully…” she’s staring at the ground.

“Might I ask where I am?” She asks arching a brow.

“You may check and see that I am unarmed. It is illogical to assume I could attack through your armour. Especially given that I have taken the hypocratic oath.”

“She’s already on her way Chief.” Roland said, not disappearing as he looked at the newcomer.

“United Nations… I see. What year is it?” She asks her voice still cool and calm.

“And do pardon me for asking. But what planet are you from?”

“You’ll have to forgive him, he’s not used to socializing.” An older woman with one arm wearing a doctor’s coat said moving around the Chief. “As for exploration of different universes, it’s all theoretical at the moment, besides Slipspace.” She said walking towards Bryana and getting a needle out. “I need to do a blood test, to make sure you’re not carrying a virus. May I?” She asked indicating her arm. And before Bryana had a chance to answer, Halsey jabs the needle in to her arm.

“You do not have my consent to use that for anything other than determining illness. I would like to stay with it till it is properly disposed of. Are you all human? This is important.” Bryana says seriously.

“You’re…not human?” The Chief asked slowly. “What are you then? You don’t look like any of the alien races I’ve met.”

“Yes ma’am.” Chief said with a nod.

“So, I assume there’s a medical condition?” Halsey asked inquisitively. “I take it you’re perspiring at an unusual rate for your species.”

“Might I ask where I am?” She asks arching a brow.

“You may check and see that I am unarmed. It is illogical to assume I could attack through your armour. Especially given that I have taken the hypocratic oath.”

“She’s already on her way Chief.” Roland said, not disappearing as he looked at the newcomer.

“United Nations… I see. What year is it?” She asks her voice still cool and calm.

“And do pardon me for asking. But what planet are you from?”

“You’ll have to forgive him, he’s not used to socializing.” An older woman with one arm wearing a doctor’s coat said moving around the Chief. “As for exploration of different universes, it’s all theoretical at the moment, besides Slipspace.” She said walking towards Bryana and getting a needle out. “I need to do a blood test, to make sure you’re not carrying a virus. May I?” She asked indicating her arm. And before Bryana had a chance to answer, Halsey jabs the needle in to her arm.

“You do not have my consent to use that for anything other than determining illness. I would like to stay with it till it is properly disposed of. Are you all human? This is important.” Bryana says seriously.

“You’re…not human?” The Chief asked slowly. “What are you then? You don’t look like any of the alien races I’ve met.”

“Yes ma’am.” Chief said with a nod.

“Might I ask where I am?” She asks arching a brow.

“You may check and see that I am unarmed. It is illogical to assume I could attack through your armour. Especially given that I have taken the hypocratic oath.”

“She’s already on her way Chief.” Roland said, not disappearing as he looked at the newcomer.

“United Nations… I see. What year is it?” She asks her voice still cool and calm.

“And do pardon me for asking. But what planet are you from?”

“You’ll have to forgive him, he’s not used to socializing.” An older woman with one arm wearing a doctor’s coat said moving around the Chief. “As for exploration of different universes, it’s all theoretical at the moment, besides Slipspace.” She said walking towards Bryana and getting a needle out. “I need to do a blood test, to make sure you’re not carrying a virus. May I?” She asked indicating her arm. And before Bryana had a chance to answer, Halsey jabs the needle in to her arm.

“You do not have my consent to use that for anything other than determining illness. I would like to stay with it till it is properly disposed of. Are you all human? This is important.” Bryana says seriously.

“You’re…not human?” The Chief asked slowly. “What are you then? You don’t look like any of the alien races I’ve met.”

“Might I ask where I am?” She asks arching a brow.

“You may check and see that I am unarmed. It is illogical to assume I could attack through your armour. Especially given that I have taken the hypocratic oath.”

“She’s already on her way Chief.” Roland said, not disappearing as he looked at the newcomer.

“United Nations… I see. What year is it?” She asks her voice still cool and calm.

“And do pardon me for asking. But what planet are you from?”

“You’ll have to forgive him, he’s not used to socializing.” An older woman with one arm wearing a doctor’s coat said moving around the Chief. “As for exploration of different universes, it’s all theoretical at the moment, besides Slipspace.” She said walking towards Bryana and getting a needle out. “I need to do a blood test, to make sure you’re not carrying a virus. May I?” She asked indicating her arm. And before Bryana had a chance to answer, Halsey jabs the needle in to her arm.

“You do not have my consent to use that for anything other than determining illness. I would like to stay with it till it is properly disposed of. Are you all human? This is important.” Bryana says seriously.

“You’re…not human?” The Chief asked slowly. “What are you then? You don’t look like any of the alien races I’ve met.”

“Might I ask where I am?” She asks arching a brow.

“You may check and see that I am unarmed. It is illogical to assume I could attack through your armour. Especially given that I have taken the hypocratic oath.”

“She’s already on her way Chief.” Roland said, not disappearing as he looked at the newcomer.

“United Nations… I see. What year is it?” She asks her voice still cool and calm.

“And do pardon me for asking. But what planet are you from?”

“You’ll have to forgive him, he’s not used to socializing.” An older woman with one arm wearing a doctor’s coat said moving around the Chief. “As for exploration of different universes, it’s all theoretical at the moment, besides Slipspace.” She said walking towards Bryana and getting a needle out. “I need to do a blood test, to make sure you’re not carrying a virus. May I?” She asked indicating her arm. And before Bryana had a chance to answer, Halsey jabs the needle in to her arm.

“Might I ask where I am?” She asks arching a brow.

“You may check and see that I am unarmed. It is illogical to assume I could attack through your armour. Especially given that I have taken the hypocratic oath.”

“She’s already on her way Chief.” Roland said, not disappearing as he looked at the newcomer.

“United Nations… I see. What year is it?” She asks her voice still cool and calm.