Berapli - Communications

[Aitas]

((Turei Scout Ship Starshell, near the edge of Trenvonn space))

Berapli: =/\= I do not know what you can do, what your ships can do save stumbling through matters you barely know. I might tear you apart should I try to pull you loose. ::A breath. The marks upon her skull shifted back to violet.:: Should it pull you away, follow the beacons. Only then can we find you. =/\=

Orrey: =/\= That is appreciated. =/\=

There was a long period of silence, then. Berapli adjusted her controls, refining what she could see of the patterns of disruption. They were indistinct at points, flowing unpredictably around the Federation vessels, turning space into a perilous mixture of there and here.

The Starshell would not fit through most of the gaps. Nor could it merely slip away into underspace with such disturbances.

Berapli could catch hints of activity, messages that she could not quite read. Perhaps, with more time…the area was dissolving into a trap, a peril that might stretch back through all of underspace around it.

But even if she couldn’t quite reach underspace from here, she could still speak to it. It was a winding path, and slow, stretching through the narrowest of bands. 

She tapped in a command, and in the overlay before her, two dots turned from gray to violet. 

Berapli: =/\= Federation vessel, I have fully activated the beacons. I will be sending you additional data momentarily. =/\=

Taelon/Orrey:  =/\= Response =/\=

She could not see all of what they did, not even with the beacons active. There was too much there, too many unfamiliar aspects. How much they could even hear her was communicated only by their responses. 

So Berapli sent over the map of the eddies and flow, the cavern of underspace beyond the rift. There seemed to be no Vaadwaur lurking there, not for the moment. Perhaps any remnants of them had left.

Perhaps they were still to return. 

Taelon/Orrey: =/\= Response =/\= 

Berapli: =/\= I can draw a little closer. My ship is not so small as yours. 

Taelon/Orrey: =/\= Response =/\= 

Berapli did not speak, merely twirled her ship on one axis, slipping in closer, flowing out into more normal space. 

Taelon/Orrey: =/\= Response =/\= 

Berapli: =/\= I cannot slip fully into underspace here. It is too unstable. =/\=

She doubted it was what they wanted to hear. Most species, in her experience, wanted to hear that things could be done exactly as they wished and as quickly and cheaply as possible, with no other concerns to be noted.

Taelon/Orrey/Saavei: =/\= Response =/\= 

Berapli: =/\= Should I draw away…I could enter it, yes. It would take a little time. The corridors on the other side are  slowly fading, by your words. It will be some time before they are gone. =/\=

Whether that mattered, whether it meant anything, she could not say. The patterns on her skull shaded into blue again, so dark it was almost black. 

Taelon/Orrey/Saavei: =/\= Response =/\= 

Berapli: =/\= You see what I see. The Vaadwaur are not here. Not now, or not yet, I cannot say. =/\= 

She was no diplomat, to know what to say. The Turei had had no need for such things in her youth. And even now, when they had to choose which corridors to stabilize, when they had to trade with others in shame and silence, she had only limited faith in her own words.

Taelon/Orrey/Saavei: =/\= Response =/\=


Tag/TBC

Berapli

Turei Scout Ship Starshell

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