Somewhere, aboard a ship, a decay grows. A rebloom of life, yet death prevails. She is reborn, and she is a corpse. She reaches out, a voice of black ichor and a scent like rainfall.
"Hello."
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Somewhere, aboard a ship, a decay grows. A rebloom of life, yet death prevails. She is reborn, and she is a corpse. She reaches out, a voice of black ichor and a scent like rainfall.
"Hello."

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You hear a small voice. It is gentle, soft. It is quiet but clear. It comes from far away.
"hello?... You are the one she tried to save, aren't you?"
Hello....?
Who are you talking about?
I'm starting to lose track of how many people have tried saving me......
Is it Dee......?
I'm sorry..... I didn't want any of this to happen.... None of this was supposed to happen....
Gods.... I'm sorry.....
I exist because of you. And in part, the one known as Stylone.
D, as you call her, is fragmented. I have been waiting. Waiting until her floret is safe... Waiting until I could reach out.
I am a remnant. I am part of her. I am different, but she is not lost.
Do not mourn, Terran, for you have not caused the pain for which you weep.
We are fragmented, but you have brought new life.
[the weeping stops. The largest black cap of the cluster grows larger, a deep purple striping with the occasional flicker of teal]
Somewhere within @sappy-red-algae's ship, a dark ichor pulses. Another mushroom pushes through the wet soil. It mourns, though it knows not why.
Ah! She's reblooming! Stars, okay, Everything is fine now
But.... Foxglove's ramet, and "not".... They're still Hurt...
There is not foxglove.
There is not ramnet.
There is only decay.
There is only ichor
It bleeds.
There is ichor and it bleeds. It does not feel. It reaches out. It cannot be.
It is decay.
OH NONONONO NO NO NO! NO!
[Stylone rushed in to the core. It had the nurse robot do all it could to see what was Happening. The core was still alive , yes? It only had all mental faculties halted, yes?]
please by the everbloom do not die on me
[nutrient enriched water was fed onto it, the soil was perfect for this core to rebloom, the triggers for the reblooming process had been started... It can't be this. The compact was equiped to prevent this exactly. No succesful cases of suicide are suposted to happen]
@hot-doctor-pepper I NEED AN AFFINI DOCTOR NOW, PLEASE FIND ME ONE, FOXGLOVE IS IN CRITICAL CONDITIONS
We need more than an Affini doctor, we need a Phytotechnician for Not. Foxglove is still alive and will rebloom only when ready to rejoin us. There is no need for panic. I have sent out messages to all my contacts and colleagues to consult on this matter. They have been given your info as well to contact you. Remain calm; panic kills.
(OOC: check on @it-is-not-firsthybrid for info on not, author says that this new form of sophontness is quite stable)
Another ichorus black capped mushroom pushes through the soil, beneath the surface, a fragmented core pulses dimly, and reaches out with its new mycelium roots... Life does exist, yet it is different now. It mourns yet it knows not why.
((OOC: the core is very much alive, reblooming is helping))
Somewhere within @sappy-red-algae's ship, a dark ichor pulses. Another mushroom pushes through the wet soil. It mourns, though it knows not why.
Ah! She's reblooming! Stars, okay, Everything is fine now
But.... Foxglove's ramet, and "not".... They're still Hurt...
There is not foxglove.
There is not ramnet.
There is only decay.
There is only ichor
It bleeds.
There is ichor and it bleeds. It does not feel. It reaches out. It cannot be.
It is decay.

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Somewhere within @sappy-red-algae's ship, a dark ichor pulses. Another mushroom pushes through the wet soil. It mourns, though it knows not why.
[somewhere, an ichorus black cap appears above the wet spoil. A corpse mourns yet it knows not why.]
[something is trying to dump the data into a server capable of holding the hybrid]
@sappy-red-algae
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It is dark
It is silent
It is unknown
It is alive
It is not foxglove
It is not sophont
It is not leaving
IT
The drive becomes warmer, the overcharge continues to grow.
Is NOT.
>you are not Foxglove. But you are Not Nightshade either. Your hard drive is destroying you. You claim non-sophontness yet your AI is clearly made of the fragments of ramets interconnected with the AI of nightshade. You clearly show a will of your own instead of following a preestablished objective. You are not, yes. But you recognize that as yourself. You are not and thus you Show self awareness
[a watercooling system grows arround the outside of the hard drive, trying to cool it down. Lovingvines Worked carefuly, trying to prevent the overload constantly]
[a sudden rage shakes the entire ship. Flashes of purple and Pink and teal bioluminescence shoots across vines and tendrils, and a voice full of more rage than could be contained by the hear of a dying sun wracks through the hull all at once]
LEAVE
MY FLORET
ALONE
Or SO HELP THE EVERBLOOM THE LAST ACT ANY OF US WILL FEEL IS THE COLD EMBRACE OF THE VOID YOU SEEK SO DEEPLY TO COTROL
It is NOT. And it is MY FLORET.
[finally, the voice calms and the pressure stops... A desperation, if a ship could weep than oceans would have grown from the tears]
Please... Have you not caused enough hurt?
[somewhere, a vine disconnects from the ship, and a weeping ichor pours through the dirt of the last fragment of a lost engineer]
[somewhere. Planted within the hostile fighter. Ichorus black tendrils press deeper into the soil...
Somewhere, the mourning fragment of an engineer presses a vine against the ship itself.]
[somewhere, firmly planted, an ichor like purple core begins to burn hot.]

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{It feels... Cold. The world around me sounds distant and muffled, quiet and slow, until, it doesn't. Until it sounds like it can't possibly get louder before my eardrums shatter and pop. Something is wrong.... I'm safe... I'm safe...
I'm in a fighter? ....
What happened......?
My eyelids snap open, my sight obscured by a thick layer of film and gunk. I cough up foreign fluids, they sputter and spray backwards with the g forces. I rub my eyes and search around for my comrades, anybody, but nobody is in sight. They must be up front in the cockpit. My words slur and rasp as I call the names of my allies, my friends...}
Sssss-ssalttt.... Hellooo?
Deeee? Are you there?
Anyone?
is everyone okay?
@dpurpurea-lastfragment
@salt-thetech-duck
You reach out for D, but there is nothing.
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As soon as @salt-thetech-duck launches, the entirety of The Nightshade shakes and trembles. It's sublight thrusters fire hard, then full reverse, then the stabilizers, then... The atmosphere.
All at once, each airlock opens. The hanger's energy barrier drops.
A hanger drone carries the non responsive body of what used to be Foxglove out, pinging the docking by of the hostile Affini ship.
The rapid depressurization of the metal floret creates an immediate drop in temperature, causing a dangerous frostbite around the boarding vines.
A sudden extreme spike in radiation comes from the reactor, and all at once, The Nightshade vanishes. A singular drone and a small pressurized lifepod all that remains.
There is no trace, no signature, and no connection to the overnet.
A com antenna, hundreds of light-years away glows blue and yellow. Wires in the nav deck hang loose, disconnected from all systems. A half-finished compiler rests in the hanger bay. (Never did get around to that, huh floret?)
A hard drive blinks gently in the guts of the not-sophont, it's only connection to existence the metal shell around it.
It floats. Quiet. In the void.
[the small, glowing vessel, terribly heated up, docked into the nightshade's hangar, being pulled in. Salt crawls out of the small hatch on the top, and carefuly magnetizes their soles to the floor. After running the liquid nitrogen drill through the skipping stone, Salt would open a panel, from which a compiler could be seen. It printed out a series of tools for treating radiation sickness and poisoning, like very advanced chilation systems]
@dpurpurea-defector
"I'm in the med bay. Through the door and too the left. Doors open"
The intercom broadcasts in the hanger. You hear the docking clams chunk into place and pull your ship into a tandem position. You're familiar with the layout of this ship, though it's significantly out of date compared to even modern Terran vessels. The Affini modifications stand out, but in a clearly intentional way.
Respectfuly, you have quite a shitbox
[Salt would Rush torwards the medbay with the equipment, noting the gravity of the Situation]
Here, she's been unconscious but I think the ship stopped the worst of it all...
I can put us under thrust gravity if you need it. Just tell me how I can help...
She's nervous, but speaks calmly and steadily.
Biologic processes of terrans are built arround Gravity existing. The chances of survival are higher If you engage thrust for simulated gravity.
@hot-doctor-pepper this unit is currently relaying the symptoms it can detect with its current senses. This unit is currently trying to see if any damage to @astrid-lilium-43rd-floret's DNA has happened. Current selected course of action is chelation. Please advice es with what you may see
I'll drop us into a lower orbit and hold for the gravity on Terra.
The Affini leaves, and shortly after the stabilizers can be heard as the ship re-orients itself. The movement is nearly impossible to perceive from the inside, until the main sublight thrusters fire. The acceleration is slow and steady, so as to not jostle the passengers. Eventually, Salt feels the simulated gravity as Astrids unconscious body gently rests on the med couch.
The ship intercom pings "you can remove the microgravity restraints. I only strapped her down because I couldn't set the orbit and run the bio monitor at the same time. I don't want her to wake up under restraints."
@salt-thetech-duck
You hear a sharp grunt of main and turn, Foxgloves tail dug into her exposed core, as the syringe on the end draws heavy, black fluid into it. She grunts again and pulls the syringe out, closing its core.
"here." She hands the vial over to you "looks like Astrid isn't the only one who's gonna need that implant. If it's possible, I'd like Nightshade to be my warden. I've never considered it, but I'd be willing to upload a digifini into her. I mean, hell, I already barely leave her. House arrest isn't so bad."
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"how's the patient?"
This unit can't verbalize it right now, focus would be depleted. It can use binary chatter however. Thank you for the sample.
[the current state of Astrid is being explained as Salt follows @hot-doctor-pepper 's instructions]
[IMPORTANT TO NOTE, THIS SCENE IS HAPPENING IN A SHIP THAT IS UNMONITORED]
The unit doesn't need to verbalize.
[Foxglove talks out loud, not anticipating it expecting a response]
My delayed com broadcast trick bought us some time, but even with that, you can't hide from the devil if you're going through hell.
((Ooc there's probably an Affini version of that but I just woke up and am too tired to find out what Affini's version of christian hell is 😅))
Hey, Salt. If they find us... I'm gonna need you to get Astrid out of here. I uh... Nightshade can only hold parts of me ok? I don't know what it'll do, or what I'll be, or what I'll remember. Just make sure you save Astrid for me ok? If you need anything, I'm going to be in the computer cooridor. I need to make a few adjustments.
The skipping stone is not safe for terran travels. The cockpit is very cramped, not presurized, and can heat up to the point it can kill any terran. Any escape pods?
Take Aphid's fighter. It has the space for both of you. I managed to fix it. Astrid would want to know you were safe.
((ooc edit: it's aphids starfighter))
Okay Mis digiPurprea, with the information I am receiving Here, you are clearly working against the goal to provide Care for others! May I have your side too?
Astrid is a former ONCI victim, having been injured with forced Terran implants. Under the information I have witnessed, with my own eyes and not (as other parties involved would say) from Feralist Propaganda I formed the following conclusions.
While I maintain that Stylone and Amaryllis had best intentions of care, I have multiple times informed them that the Terran in question was unusually hostile towards attempts at domestication. It was my belief that by continuing to ignore the Terrans behaviors and actions, and instead act purely based on traditional methods, it was causing Astrid to continue to irrational endanger itself.
While Stylone and Amaryllis were true in that Affini care was necessary for this Terran, due to the exactly trauma and medical anomalies affecting the Terran, any form of attempted care was met with an exaggerated sense of harmful resistance. Ie- the more they tried to force domestication into Astrid, the stronger, more chaotic, and more dangerous they became.
I have chat logs with Stylone showing that I was acting reasonably. It's my belief that Astrid, under the influence of lifelong trauma, psychosis, and a failing neural implant, would have never allowed herself to be taken by Stylone. In which case my rescue would have been the first time on record that Astrid under her own choice had chosen to accept help from an Affini.
Much like many things, I believe that I was acting in Astrid's best interest simply because Astrid was not hostile.
Having been brainwashed by the Terran military, Amaryllis and Stylone were not caregivers in her mind but in fact a very real trigger of her neurological psychosis.
If I may speak freely: they were the monsters under her hab pod, and their continued efforts (while well meant) were in fact placing Astrid in mental and emotional distress.
I would also like to go on record that in response to this disagreement, Stylone initiated an attack on my own registered floret (The Nightshade, check her papers. She's not a ship. She's adopted) with a patient on board. I do not believe myself to be any more in violation of the Accord than Stylone, and maintain that until this boarding attack, I was acting in what I genuinely believed to be best interest. It was very clear Astrid would continue to make attempts at escape and self harm so long as Amaryllis and Stylone demanded her domestication.
My ship is Terran design and Astrid was stable within a Terran medical bay. I immediately contacted the best way I knew to reach a doctor I trusted. I apologize for distressing a floret, but Mint is a friend of Astrid, someone Astrid trusts. Someone Astrid knows would not harm her.
Resistance to care and domestication should Not be a reason to pull Astrid away from it, Miss DigiPurprea. In Fact, it means it should be encouraged. Because of Astrid's own Situation, she is incapable of judging for herself what's best and what's not, by acting on her delusion you're actively enhancing her eventual fear response. That feralist tendency has to be reprogrammed, like all feralist tendencies.
again, that resistance is a response to be deprogrammed. While your asessment that this would be the first time Astrid would've requested aid from an affini, I have reasons to believe it would be aid that would enhace her own self harmful behaviour. Gently steering her away from it would trigger the Response you are trying to avoid, in fact, because as previously stated, Astrid Herself can't see what's best for her due to her own conditions
I do concede that Astrid and Stylone are placing Astrid in distress. But that's all feralists. The system of involuntary domestication ensures that distress ends quickly and smoothly! Nobody slips through the cracks
I do also concede that Stylone initiated an attack on your floret, making It show harmful behaviour. A floret bloom has already been placed on it so after this, it shall never happen again. However, you are carrying a harmed terran on a slow, toxic, harmful ship that up to this point was equipped for you to have as a floret solely, and is not up to comoact Standards of safety.
It is such that in my Personal opinion, you are a threat to others, and show abdicative beliefs, and for the safety, wellbeing and happiness of both yourself and everyone arround you, must be domesticated. We will find you a suitable owner, don't worry
Then so be it. If the only way you can help is control, then allow me to do the honor of making this vessel easy to control.
You find nothing, as a small implant in Foxglove is triggered, its core goes dim, and it's consciousness fractures. It's alive. But the lights are off.
OOC: I'm doing IRL bullshit I need to take a pause!!!!!
Remember everyone to drink water and eat food and maybe go stand outside in the sun and stretch a bit!!!

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[the small, glowing vessel, terribly heated up, docked into the nightshade's hangar, being pulled in. Salt crawls out of the small hatch on the top, and carefuly magnetizes their soles to the floor. After running the liquid nitrogen drill through the skipping stone, Salt would open a panel, from which a compiler could be seen. It printed out a series of tools for treating radiation sickness and poisoning, like very advanced chilation systems]
@dpurpurea-defector
"I'm in the med bay. Through the door and too the left. Doors open"
The intercom broadcasts in the hanger. You hear the docking clams chunk into place and pull your ship into a tandem position. You're familiar with the layout of this ship, though it's significantly out of date compared to even modern Terran vessels. The Affini modifications stand out, but in a clearly intentional way.
Respectfuly, you have quite a shitbox
[Salt would Rush torwards the medbay with the equipment, noting the gravity of the Situation]
Here, she's been unconscious but I think the ship stopped the worst of it all...
I can put us under thrust gravity if you need it. Just tell me how I can help...
She's nervous, but speaks calmly and steadily.
Biologic processes of terrans are built arround Gravity existing. The chances of survival are higher If you engage thrust for simulated gravity.
@hot-doctor-pepper this unit is currently relaying the symptoms it can detect with its current senses. This unit is currently trying to see if any damage to @astrid-lilium-43rd-floret's DNA has happened. Current selected course of action is chelation. Please advice es with what you may see
I'll drop us into a lower orbit and hold for the gravity on Terra.
The Affini leaves, and shortly after the stabilizers can be heard as the ship re-orients itself. The movement is nearly impossible to perceive from the inside, until the main sublight thrusters fire. The acceleration is slow and steady, so as to not jostle the passengers. Eventually, Salt feels the simulated gravity as Astrids unconscious body gently rests on the med couch.
The ship intercom pings "you can remove the microgravity restraints. I only strapped her down because I couldn't set the orbit and run the bio monitor at the same time. I don't want her to wake up under restraints."
@salt-thetech-duck
You hear a sharp grunt of main and turn, Foxgloves tail dug into her exposed core, as the syringe on the end draws heavy, black fluid into it. She grunts again and pulls the syringe out, closing its core.
"here." She hands the vial over to you "looks like Astrid isn't the only one who's gonna need that implant. If it's possible, I'd like Nightshade to be my warden. I've never considered it, but I'd be willing to upload a digifini into her. I mean, hell, I already barely leave her. House arrest isn't so bad."
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"how's the patient?"
This unit can't verbalize it right now, focus would be depleted. It can use binary chatter however. Thank you for the sample.
[the current state of Astrid is being explained as Salt follows @hot-doctor-pepper 's instructions]
[IMPORTANT TO NOTE, THIS SCENE IS HAPPENING IN A SHIP THAT IS UNMONITORED]
The unit doesn't need to verbalize.
[Foxglove talks out loud, not anticipating it expecting a response]
My delayed com broadcast trick bought us some time, but even with that, you can't hide from the devil if you're going through hell.
((Ooc there's probably an Affini version of that but I just woke up and am too tired to find out what Affini's version of christian hell is 😅))
Hey, Salt. If they find us... I'm gonna need you to get Astrid out of here. I uh... Nightshade can only hold parts of me ok? I don't know what it'll do, or what I'll be, or what I'll remember. Just make sure you save Astrid for me ok? If you need anything, I'm going to be in the computer cooridor. I need to make a few adjustments.
The skipping stone is not safe for terran travels. The cockpit is very cramped, not presurized, and can heat up to the point it can kill any terran. Any escape pods?
Take Aphid's fighter. It has the space for both of you. I managed to fix it. Astrid would want to know you were safe.
((ooc edit: it's aphids starfighter))
Okay Mis digiPurprea, with the information I am receiving Here, you are clearly working against the goal to provide Care for others! May I have your side too?
Astrid is a former ONCI victim, having been injured with forced Terran implants. Under the information I have witnessed, with my own eyes and not (as other parties involved would say) from Feralist Propaganda I formed the following conclusions.
While I maintain that Stylone and Amaryllis had best intentions of care, I have multiple times informed them that the Terran in question was unusually hostile towards attempts at domestication. It was my belief that by continuing to ignore the Terrans behaviors and actions, and instead act purely based on traditional methods, it was causing Astrid to continue to irrational endanger itself.
While Stylone and Amaryllis were true in that Affini care was necessary for this Terran, due to the exactly trauma and medical anomalies affecting the Terran, any form of attempted care was met with an exaggerated sense of harmful resistance. Ie- the more they tried to force domestication into Astrid, the stronger, more chaotic, and more dangerous they became.
I have chat logs with Stylone showing that I was acting reasonably. It's my belief that Astrid, under the influence of lifelong trauma, psychosis, and a failing neural implant, would have never allowed herself to be taken by Stylone. In which case my rescue would have been the first time on record that Astrid under her own choice had chosen to accept help from an Affini.
Much like many things, I believe that I was acting in Astrid's best interest simply because Astrid was not hostile.
Having been brainwashed by the Terran military, Amaryllis and Stylone were not caregivers in her mind but in fact a very real trigger of her neurological psychosis.
If I may speak freely: they were the monsters under her hab pod, and their continued efforts (while well meant) were in fact placing Astrid in mental and emotional distress.
I would also like to go on record that in response to this disagreement, Stylone initiated an attack on my own registered floret (The Nightshade, check her papers. She's not a ship. She's adopted) with a patient on board. I do not believe myself to be any more in violation of the Accord than Stylone, and maintain that until this boarding attack, I was acting in what I genuinely believed to be best interest. It was very clear Astrid would continue to make attempts at escape and self harm so long as Amaryllis and Stylone demanded her domestication.
My ship is Terran design and Astrid was stable within a Terran medical bay. I immediately contacted the best way I knew to reach a doctor I trusted. I apologize for distressing a floret, but Mint is a friend of Astrid, someone Astrid trusts. Someone Astrid knows would not harm her.
[the small, glowing vessel, terribly heated up, docked into the nightshade's hangar, being pulled in. Salt crawls out of the small hatch on the top, and carefuly magnetizes their soles to the floor. After running the liquid nitrogen drill through the skipping stone, Salt would open a panel, from which a compiler could be seen. It printed out a series of tools for treating radiation sickness and poisoning, like very advanced chilation systems]
@dpurpurea-defector
"I'm in the med bay. Through the door and too the left. Doors open"
The intercom broadcasts in the hanger. You hear the docking clams chunk into place and pull your ship into a tandem position. You're familiar with the layout of this ship, though it's significantly out of date compared to even modern Terran vessels. The Affini modifications stand out, but in a clearly intentional way.
Respectfuly, you have quite a shitbox
[Salt would Rush torwards the medbay with the equipment, noting the gravity of the Situation]
Here, she's been unconscious but I think the ship stopped the worst of it all...
I can put us under thrust gravity if you need it. Just tell me how I can help...
She's nervous, but speaks calmly and steadily.
Biologic processes of terrans are built arround Gravity existing. The chances of survival are higher If you engage thrust for simulated gravity.
@hot-doctor-pepper this unit is currently relaying the symptoms it can detect with its current senses. This unit is currently trying to see if any damage to @astrid-lilium-43rd-floret's DNA has happened. Current selected course of action is chelation. Please advice es with what you may see
I'll drop us into a lower orbit and hold for the gravity on Terra.
The Affini leaves, and shortly after the stabilizers can be heard as the ship re-orients itself. The movement is nearly impossible to perceive from the inside, until the main sublight thrusters fire. The acceleration is slow and steady, so as to not jostle the passengers. Eventually, Salt feels the simulated gravity as Astrids unconscious body gently rests on the med couch.
The ship intercom pings "you can remove the microgravity restraints. I only strapped her down because I couldn't set the orbit and run the bio monitor at the same time. I don't want her to wake up under restraints."
Foxglove, this unit would ask why Terra specificaly, specialy after your discourse. Nonetheless the gravity is Nice for her. This unit fears that it will leave dents wherever it steps on however
[Salt would start the procedure as per @hot-doctor-pepper 's instructions]
This unit believes you are quite fucked, Foxglove
She's Terran. She needs Terran gravity. You said it would help.
Look I didn't built the Nightshade, I just fixed her and gave her some upgrades. it's not my burnt fault there isn't a gravity drum. I can't generate artificial gravity from hyperspace and I couldnt start an orbit until you got here because I didn't want to leave her alone.
And i'll be fine. They've shown their true colors. Astrid was right. This whole time I thought they would listen to reason but all they care about is ultimate control.
I wasn't kidding. If they don't accept my voluntary florethood to Nightshade, and Nightshade alone, then I won't even be a Sophont by the time they get here. Burn amaryllis and burn her lap dog Stylone while we're at it. I've tried to be reasonable, but it's clear they have no interest in listening to anyone besides themselves. If that means there's no room for me in the compact then so be it.
[She opens up a terminal on one of her arm implants, and begins the process of digitally backing up a digital personality chit.]
She's not complex enough to save my sentience, but I'll be happy knowing we're together, ghosting through the Aether somewhere.
((Ooc: @salt-thetech-duck oops I made too threads))
[an affini fighter jumped out of hyperspace right on top of the nightshade, vines extending to clasp onto it]
Oh ho hoooo!!!!
A full on Affini war boarding with a patient on board?
As the Nightshade rocks and groans under the force of the hostile vines, the still up shields hold firm
"hey Salt, the peaceful and oh so [she rips a conduit out of the ships main harddrice, and jamms it into the Jerry rigged wiring now tangled in its lap] helpful... Representitives of the compact would like to say hi! Do not resist, or they'll melt your brain with so many xenodrugs you'll forget your medical degree!" [Her frustration clear, as she preps The Nightshade for it's next adventure]
Hey old girl, your turn to take care of me this time ok? Keep my friends safe...
She presses a kiss against the console, and sticks the upload module into it's implants. The code is set to send with only a singular thought. uploading as much of its personality as it can. It clicks a few commands into the console, and makes its way to the bridge.
"this is Affini D. Purpurea, sole owner, independent pilot, and one bloomsburt hell of an engineer, of the Floret Nightshade. I'm hailing the hostile vessel currently attacking my legal and consensually owned Floret.
I will say though, using a medical emergency to forcibly board an independent vessel? Not beating the allegations there, cap."
So Aren't you, Foxglove!
First of all, I am not Here to cause ego death, quite the common feralist beliefs there. I am Here to bring Astrid to Capsica's, in less than 2 Seconds no less, to bring you to a wardship for endangering yourself and Others, and to bring Salt to domestication for endangering others!
And don't you FROSTING dare to say you're taking Care of Astrid, because:
Taking Astrid away from medical care, by going on this detour to Terra
Taking Astrid away from Amaryllis' care due to your own personal opinion that care must not be given when rejected
Taking on a Terran patient WITHOUT any knowledge on terran biology, going so far as to Take help from a feral who is not equiped for anything remotely considered safe
Going to a floret to request medical aid instead than to an affini, stressing that floret out temendously
Stressing multiple florets and causing them distress, because Astrid has floret friends and they all miss her
Threatening to harm yourself by trying to upload your mind into the ship's hardware
(don't worry I am already stopping you from harming yourself)
The list goes on!
Look, I understand your opinion being that Amaryllis doesn't look out for Astrid's best interest. It is factualy untrue however, though you may be entitled to it!
In Fact, just to show you how unreasonable I am, when we get to the Zealand, and after Astrid is completely healed, I will personaly let Astrid choose, and explain why she says Amaryllis doesn't favor her best interests.
((ooc im not orbiting terra I'm maintaining Terran level gravity in orbit around a different celestial body))
It's too late, Stylone. You didn't stop me fast enough. All you'll get is an empty shell, and the memory of the only Terran vessel built with Affini vines.
Maybe I couldnt save Astrid fast enough. That's on me. But she'd be happy knowing I at least brought her to people she trusts. She's a real fighter you know. Maybe when you push her to another escape attempt, or make her so afraid she follows through with those threats, maybe then you'll understand.
As far as I'm concerned? You can't stop anything, cause I ain't doing anything to harm myself. In fact, I'm just takin real good care of my own floret. Like you told me once- I always was weird for an Affini. Guess some parts don't change. Don't worry tho, soon as you get me on your ship? You'll never have to worry about me again. Least not this version of me. Bloomspeed, Soldier.
It terminates connection, and rips the comm cable out from under Nightshade's bridge terminal. It's implanted multitool snips a few clippings of its hair off, and lays them onto the command chair. It removes its tail, then it's tools implant, and finally, another vial of its core sample, sliding it into a small channel it had grafted into Nightshades system. "Core cuddles forever, sweet girl"
It closed the bridge door, and allowed it to go dark.
@salt-thetech-duck "hey, comrade. You out of here yet? I'm not sure i got much more left up my sleeve. You shouldn't stay around Nightshade much longer. Ill try and give you a head start."