Lil TMS Ebott fic for Let Papyrus Say Fuck Day!
"Hard to starboard! Port shields online! Venting laser turret heat buildup! Papyrus! Check in!”
Warnings are flashing across the bridge of the Ebott as Undyne’s voice comes over comms from the turrets. Toriel is in the pilot’s chair, Sans is on shields shields, Alphys is half-inside a maintenance hatch while Asgore hands her tools, and Mettaton is comforting Frisk, but Papyrus is just standing there doing nothing. Psi doesn’t know what to do. It’s terrifying, the sound of laser fire, the ship rolling and yawing through space. Psi can sense the pirate cruiser with powers beyond sight. It’s huge, bristling with turrets and ill intent.
Psi can at least report. Psi reaches out psionically and taps the ship’s systems, transmitting psi’s mental voice over comms. “RED SIX ALERT FROM SHIELDS! ENGINES NOMINAL! ENEMY AT 500 KLIKS, BUT THEY’RE WARMING UP A LARGE REPULSOR BAY ON THE FORE HARDPOINT!”
“Crap. We need our engines working. If they get the repulsor online we’re toast! I can’t hit the fore hardpoint accurately at this range…”
“IS THERE ANYTHING I CAN DO?”
“Not unless you can stop them getting that repulsor bay online.”
Psi pulls psi’s mind out of the comm bay and focuses on the ship. It’s easy to see the outside, but psi pushes past the crystaliron hull and into the cramped room where the controls are. It’s too far to just short their systems, but the pirate who’s preparing the machine is doing sensitive work. Maybe…
Psi shoves into their mind. “HEY BITCH!” Psi yells into it, as loud as psi can make psi’s mental voice. “YOU MESSED WITH THE WRONG FUCKING SHIP!” They jump and paw at their ears. If psi can just keep them distracted a little longer, the repulsor will overheat and short out… Psi digs into their mind. They’re terrified of psions, like so many humans. It’s stupid, and it pisses psi off, but maybe psi can make it work.
“I’M COMING FOR YOU. YOU BETTER FUCKING RUN. TELL ALL YOUR PIRATE FRIENDS THIS SHIP IS CRAMMED WITH PSIONS AND YOU BETTER TURN TAIL IF YOU DON’T WANT YOUR BRAINS TO MELT INTO SOUP AND POUR OUT YOUR FUCKING NOSES.”
Psi feels them forget about the weapon. They smash the comm button and start radioing the captain. The ships comms aren’t designed for this, so it’s not easy like it is on the Ebott, but Papyrus doesn’t need psionics to be easy to make them work. They just have to be possible.
Psi forces the sound of psi’s mental voice through the comm. “YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE FUCKING MESSED WITH US. EVERYONE ON THIS SHIP IS A PSION. I’M THE STRONGEST OF US. BUT I’M A NICE GUY, SO I’M WARNING YOU. RUN. RUN AS FAR AND AS FAST AS YOU CAN. GET THE FUCK OUT.”
Psi hears them scream, and a blaring alarm, but most importantly the comms from the Ebott.
“What the-- The bay’s down! They’re on the run!”
Well! Psi can do something after all.
