[Interlude] Lieutenant Nera Ay - Filthy Barry Monaghan
Jonathan
((Unknown Location within The Tangle))
Ay had no idea what had happened. One moment he’d stepped boldly and stupidly into a sparkling wall; the next he was completely weightless and suspended in darkness. He didn’t know how long he was kept there, or where there had been. It was disorienting, and entirely confusing.
But sounds had started to filter in, brief snippets of conversations, voices he didn't recognise. The Days of the Passionate and Bold, casting times, cut, action, cut, extras.
A particularly loud “where’s my tentacle blush”.
It was all so…disjointed and made no sense to him whatsoever.
Almost as suddenly as he’d gotten to wherever he was, the darkness receded in a great whoosh of light, leaving him standing…well, he didn’t know where. It was a blur of colour. There was sunlight; he could tell that, and what looked like buildings, and unmoving figures. He tried to turn his head, but found it wouldn’t cooperate.
And a booming voice, calling out across it all.
7T0RYT3LL3R: Right!! Places people, places! Do my tentacles look good? Of course they do! They always look good! And if you said they don’t? You’re dead wrong! Get it? Laugh you idiots.
A smattering of forced laughter followed.
7T0RYT3LL3R: We have an exciting new actor today, a fresh face, highly recommended. Probably. One of those Federwhatsy people. Now..three, two, one…cue the description, play the music…action!!
INSPECTOR BAROLD FREDERICK MONAGHAN, FILTHY BARRY TO HIS COWORKERS, A HARDENED INVESTIGATOR WITH THE SAN FRANCISCO POLICE DEPARTMENT, WHO’S RELENTLESS PURSUIT OF JUSTICE SEES HIM BENDING RULES LEFT, RIGHT, AND CENTRE, OFTEN ON THE WRONG SIDE OF THE LAW HE STRIVES TO UPHOLD
The strange voice over stopped, and suddenly the world started moving again. The crackling of fire coming from a surprising number of burning cars, one of which was half way through a ground floor window. Sirens in the distance, and the loud repetative words of the someone close by.
And where’d his uniform go? It had been replaced by a Terran style grey suit, with a red tie and white shirt, and there was enough tint to the world for him to know he had sunglasses on. In his hand, a large metallic firearm of some kind. Presumably Terran, but he didn’t know enough about the period to have the faintest idea really.
For some reason Ay couldn’t work out, he was pointing the firearm at someone, a hulking Terran male, decked in tattoes and guady golden jewellery. He had one hand up, the other, tucked behind his back.
Thug: I already told you man, I don’t know nothing. Why’d you bust up my shop?
Ay frowned, entirely lost.
Nera: What’re you talking about? What shop? I just got here. I was on the USS Thor.
The thugs eyes flicked back and forth, his head tilting towards the building with the car hanging out of it.
Thug: My shop! You drove your car through the window!
Ay baulked at the man, even more confused.
Nera: My what? I don’t even know how to drive I car, let alone own one. I only recently finished brushing up on basic shuttlecraft piloting. Are you alright? I’m a doctor, if you’re experiencing any disorientation…
The thug pulled out another antiquated firearm, and started mouthing something at Ay over and over, pointing off to the left with his head in a decidely obvious fashion. It looked like he was mouthing the words “play along”, but lip reading was hardly Ay’s strong point.
In another cirumstance, Ay might have been concerned, but the whole thing just felt off somehow, so he looked, spotting a diminuative figure with tentacles covering their face, waving a big white board around. The tentacled figure tapped the board, pointing at the words, before holding up a smaller sign that said “READ”.
Shrugging, Ay read the big card, delivering each line with the flat sort of monotone he’d use for medical reports.
Nera: I know what you're thinking. "Did he fire six shots or only five?" Well to tell you the truth in all this excitement I kinda lost track myself. But being this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world and would blow your head clean off, you've gotta ask yourself one question: "Do I feel lucky?" Well, do ya, punk?
Ay snorted, muttering to himself.
Nera: Who wrote this? Was that meant to be scary? It's terrible.
He marched towards the little tentacled figure, calling out, ignore the Thug and what was probably a prop gun.
Nera: Excuse me! I’m a Starfleet Officer, can you tell me what’s happening? Where’s the rest of the crew?
He didn’t get as far as he’d hoped, his limbs locking up once more, as the world around him became blurry an insubstantial.
7T0RYT3LL3R: Dreadful! Awful! Abysmal! I could pull out my tentacles, that was so bad! Send him somewhere else! Maybe one of those long running broadcasts, they like looks, not brains.
The strange sparkling light returned, closing around Ay’s limbs. The sensation, again, wasn’t painful, just odd.
7T0RYT3LL3R: Oh I know. Fearless! That needs an extra face! Off to Fearless he goes, let the audiance coo and write their fanfics about him! Oh I’m good, I’m very good. Why aren’t any of you agreeing with me? Agree with me!! ::another smattering of applause, followed by “you’re good”::
Again the colours and sights faded, leaving the same black void as before, though it was soon replaced by a new enviroment, and a thankfully familiar green face.
Fin
Lieutenant Nera Ay
Chief Medical Officer
USS Thor
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