Harper's Methalina experience
Posted on 04 Oct 2021 @ 8:50am by Lieutenant JG Harper Matthews & Captain Jonathan Reynolds
Mission:
Picking up the pieces
1328 words - 2.7 OF Standard Post Measure
ON:
She had became that person.
In a fit of jealousy, very unlike her, she had stormed out of Jon's quarters half dressed with serious bed/sex hair and went down the corridor to her own room. Fortunately at that time in the morning the senior deck is devoid of all life. Her emotions were playing on her, the attachment to the man she barely knew annoyed her but also comforted her.
Deciding to wash the sex dirt off of her she entered the shower.
The water ran down her and steam started to fill the room. Really fill the room. Suddenly it was like there was a white mist everywhere. And a sudden flash. Harper was then standing in what looked like a temple naked.
It took a moment to for Harper's eyes to adjust to the clearing mist. He feet felt the ground was different, more cold than wet and this made her pause. Where the Hell was she?!
Her vision cleared to show an old looking place as she felt a chill. She looked down and she was completely naked. Her hands shot up to cover her breasts and her other hand her modesty, or what she had left by this point.
"Hello?" She called out. She must have fell asleep and this was a dream.
Around her shadows moved and started to become transparent beings. Dressed in robes she watched as they went about tending the temple. Lighting lamps, placing flowers. Kneeing further up the room at a statue of a beautiful woman.
The woman itself stepped out of the sculpture and stood before her beckoning she come forward.
It was all quite surreal. Harper was sure she'd never seen this place in her life. "Yep, definitely not real. People coming out of statues... dead give away. Hey statue lady, I know it's a dream but think you can at least put a towel on me? I'm not shy, about most of my body." She of course would have loved pants of some kind. Nevertheless she kept herself covered at this point and slowly followed the see through woman.
The woman said nothing merely pointing to one wall. Upon it a Muriel which then pulled Harper through it. Incredibly fast swirling all around her she saw cities being built, a civilisation growing. Several females of equal beauty flashed before her eyes. The world was rich and beautiful and there felt peace and harmony.
All the imagery made Harper's mind race, she felt a little ill much like she'd been on a roller coaster that had spun her and shook her. What she had seen was beautiful, no question but certainly raised more confusion than concern. She felt a cold trickle from her nose, a little nosebleed she had to remove her hand from her chest to stop.
Then it all changed. Things felt dangerous, suffocating. She was suddenly in space, eyes upon hundreds of dark spider shaped vessels. Wars waging.
"What the frak?!" She yelled covering her head as ships flew past her. Side note, she loved Battlestar Galactica, old Earth TV as a child so adopted that swear word. She struggled to find air to breath, she was in space and her mind was telling her so. She tried to speak, to plead to what ever had taken her there that she needed air, or the belief air was present.
The sight around her, all the fighting. It was almost like she could feel the heat, the hate but mostly she felt cold and alone, helplessly floating watching a world go by.
The next flash air was present again and she was looking in on a room with lots of aliens. Emotions were clearly heightened. They were scared, clearly discussing events. On the table looked like a display of sectors. Some had holographic smaller version of the spider ship. Some clear, some other vessels banded together. It was clear that the hostile dark aliens were gaining ground.
There was movement above her and she looked up to see the female again and an array of other beings in a different form watching on and also discussing. The woman raised her finger to her lips and there was a further flash. Back to the temple. People praying before her in large numbers.
The doors opened and she could see ships. The planet dying thousands upon thousands evacuating. The woman from the statue was walking with several other beautiful woman. They hugged and the others boarded the ships.
Two different sets of people. Harpers mind began to form a thought above all this mess around her. These women looked down on those in front of Harper as if they were mothers watching their children. God's over their creation. This was like a very fast history lesson but Harper definitely always made sure she was dressed for those ones. Something about being thrown through a time recap naked began to bother her less and less the more she saw.
Then she was in space again. This time the combined forces were winning. Next to her she saw the woman and the aliens who had been floating in the war room also engaging what looked like devils from her upbringing. In the middle of space. White light was coming from their hands being thrown against the darker beings. Time seemed to fast forward … Lots more battles until finally a shift. The tide turned. The aggressor ships pushed back into an even angrier and darker area of space.
She believed in God, her parents taught her too and she had faith that she held on to in hard times but this was something else. To see the Devil, many Devils in the space near her, fighting beings of light and love. She began to question her sanity. Harper did notice the light winning, this did give her a bit of hope.
Another flash and she witness the enemy fleeing. To an area of space that quite literally looked like hell. If you didn't know it you would struggle to find the path where they were going. It was Dark, felt evil and suffocating. And there was a queen .... that was the only sense of it and she was pissed. Beyond pissed at their retreat.
Eventually they began to transform into some sort of husk, solidifying. No longer what they were before. There was no way they were fully gone though. A temporary retreat. Now they were sleeping. Biding their time.
It was strange, like a bad trip on bad drugs... or good ones. For a moment Harper felt kind of sad to see them change into cocoon looking things but usually that meant something good would come out the other side.
Finally one final flash, back to a world rebuilding. Time zoomed forward again and the woman came back into focus. Herself also resting. Left alone. Forgotten, her worshippers having carried on with their lives and her becoming just a footnote in history. So alone but needed again.
She reached out her arms towards her mouthing something that couldn't be heard. Then the mist was back, clearing. She was back in the shower again.
Harper was just about to say back that she couldn't hear her, that she wanted to know what was going on and to help. At the very least she could get dressed, even observing what ever that was naked made her feel exposed and cold.
There was a moment where the water hit her face again, she got a shock when it did. That sudden hit of warm water and she saw she was back in the shower she'd started in... she now slowly exited it and wrapped a towel around herself. Soaking wet, her hair and body dripping onto the floor she sat on the edge of her bed slightly bent over in a thinking pose.
What had just happened?
Captain Jonathan Reynolds
Commanding Officer
Ensign Harper Matthews
Chief Tactical/Security Officer
