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Conflux, Finale

Commander St. Peter sat in her ready room, smiling as she stared down at the PADD in her hands.  On it, a picture of the three girls smiled back up at her: herself, the other Jessica, and Anafenza.  They’d taken it just the day before, that night in Hurricane Hal’s, as they waited to return to their homes.  She’d let the other Jess take the photo, and then gave a printed copy to Anafenza to keep along with her communicator.  Since the linkpearl had been fused to it during their rescue, it was inoperable…but it did make for a nice amulet of sorts for the woman. Temporal Prime Directive be damned, she thought; no one would be able to trace it anyway.  If anyone even believed the young au ra’s story anyway…

Her door chimed, and she looked up.  “Come in,” she called, and the doors parted to allow her first officer and science officer into the room.  Both wore concerned expressions on their faces, but Sano, her trill science officer, looked the most concerned.  “Dossu, Nizeri…what’s going on?”

Obruz Dossu looked to the other woman and nodded, the bajoran deferring to the science officer.  Nizeri Sano cleared her throat.  “Commander, there might have been a problem…”

“A problem?”

She nodded.  “We based all of our calculations on the assumption that the women were using our reality as one anchor, and that they were tethered to their own realities.  Every reality has a unique quantum signature; anything that originates there bears that same signature, and anything that comes from outside will have a conflicting signature.  The other Jessica and Anafenza had different quantum signatures, which we identified and based our calculations on.”

Jessica nodded.  “Ok, right.  Makes sense.  So what’s the problem?”

“We didn’t know about you!”

Jessica blinked, taken aback.  “Excuse me?”

Obruz cleared his throat. “We discovered an anomaly in your quantum signature.  And when we researched it more we…began to realize why the Andromeda mission – the one you and Wirstowx originated from – is classified at such high levels.”

“My signature is different…because I was born in the Andromeda Galaxy?”  Jessica shook her head.  “That doesn’t make sense…”

“It wouldn’t, no. Because, it shouldn’t make a difference. There would be some variance owing to location within the universe itself, but it would be similar enough.  No, yours is completely different.”  Sano shook her head.  “Yours has a known match, too.  You’re from the ‘Mirror Universe’.”

Jessica went wide-eyed at this, then turned to Obruz.  The bajoran first officer nodded.  “We checked with Admiral Scott; he confirmed it to us, after we pressed the importance of understanding why this went wrong.  The Andromeda mission didn’t just go to a different galaxy; it crossed the universal barrier as well.”

“He couldn’t give us access to the reports from that time, but he did explain a certain…’quantum inversion’ that occurred as ships passed through the gateway Starfleet used to get to Andromeda.  It wasn’t until the Aventine tried to meet the expedition using its conventional slipstream drive that the inversion was even discovered and studied.  But by the time we began to understand it, the expedition ended.  The ships returned home, and all of the data was classified.”

Jessica shook her head, her thoughts racing with implications.  Still, they hadn’t explained the problem to her.  “Alright…but how is this a problem?  What happened to the other two women?  What happened to Jessica and Anafenza?”

Sano shook her head and sighed.  “The calculations we used to anchor them here relied on our quantum signature.  Before we realized you were acting as the tether to them.  If we had been able to modify to match your quantum signature, it would have worked. We believe, when we inserted you into the equation, the navigational sensors used your unique quantum signature and anchored the women in the mirror universe.”

“Meaning?”

“We discovered a similar inversion during the transport process.”  Sano looked apologetically at Jessica.  “And before you ask; no, we can’t lock back on and rescue them.  We’re too far out of sync now.  They are where they are now.  I’m sorry.”

Jessica stared down at the picture of the three of them, then back up to her officers.  “So…where did we send them?”

“Near as we can tell,” the science officer replied, “some form of a parallel universe similar to their own reality.”  She bit her lip and frowned sadly.  “I’m…really sorry Jess.  If we’d known…”

Jessica shook her head, picking up the PADD again.  Her cheeks felt hot, and she feel tears forming.  “Please…get out.”

Once the door shut behind them, Jessica tossed the PADD to the side and, burying her face in her hands, began to sob.

 Meanwhile, elsewhere in time and space…

The transporter effect subsided, and Jessica St. Peter blinked, looking around at the city buildings surrounding her.  She expected to be deposited back in her home on Cap Au Diable, but perhaps the convergence and the transport technobabble she’d been subjected to didn’t have quite as accurate aim.  She stepped out from between the buildings, looking around.  That’s when it hit her.

All the banners.  The gold stars.  The images of an emperor standing victorious and benevolent, not towering over his minions with outstretched claws.  She wasn’t in the Rogue Isle.  She wasn’t even in Paragon City…

“Oh shit…” she said, with terrifying realization.  She immediately took to the skies with a whirlwind around her, making it harder to see her. She passed a banner and saw in large writing her fear’s confirmed.

Praetoria.

“I’m on Praetorian Earth,” she said, cursing again.  “I can’t be caught here, not if he is still alive here.  I need to get back, how to get back…”

She scanned the streets for the tell-tale ramshackle armor of the Resistance.  If anyone knows how to get back, she thought, they would know.  Just gotta bust a few heads…

 Elsewhere in time and space, further still…

The twinkling of chimes subsided, but the blinding light still filled Anafenza’s vision.  She squinted, looking around in confusion.

She was on a small hill, covered in bright pink and purple flowers.  Small roofs poked up out of the ground, the huts seemingly built built into the hills.  In the distance, on a small lake, rose a large castle with beautiful filigree wings spread behind it.  But the sky…the sky was nothing but blinding light.  No clouds, no sun – not even warmth, she noted, as she shivered in the breeze.

Small giggles echoed around her, and whispered, child-like voices from unseen speakers surrounded her.  “What’s this?  A mortal!”  “She just came from a pillar of light!”  “It’s a mortal!  Here!” “Is she a sin-eater?”

Anafenza spun around in confusion.  “Who’s there? Where am I?”

“Doesn’t know where she is? Poor thing…”  “I want to play!”  “No, it’s my turn!”

A cacophony of “my turns” smothered Ana, and she dropped to the ground in a panic.  The dark aether began to seep from her side as she slammed her eyes shut, the voices ringing in her horns.

Then, there was silence, and a small finger poked her in the nose.  Ana opened her eyes a smidge.

The small faerie-like being grinned at her, dark eyes regarding her playfully.  “Well you’re definitely not a sin eater,” it said with a happy giggle. “I’m Eo Aenc.  We’re going to have fun but first,” they looked up, then with a flutter moved forward to tug on Ana’s horns.  “We need to get moving!  I don’t want to turn my new friend into a leafman right now; mortals are so few in our realm.  Come, get up! They’re coming!”

“What…who…who is coming?” Ana scrambled to her feet and took a few staggering steps forward, turning to look behind her.

Large, grotesque creatures bounded towards her, their hides porcelain white, eyes dark and devoid of life.  The auras around them brightened the air, making it difficult to even look upon them.

Anafenza screamed, taking off after Eo Aenc into the relative safety of the realm of the fae, Il Mheg...

Dream Journal 5

This dream was full of pain. I pray even more that it was just a dream, because if this was real

 I wish I could find this girl and rescue her.  she was in so much pain, and so very scared.  She was younger, not the same grown woman from my last dream.  But the skin, the hair, the eyes     I swear she was a twin, if not the same woman.  But the setting was all wrong – it was dark, and dirty.  It smelled of sweat and blood.  Snarls and howls could be heard through the caverns. And this girl just sat, head resting on her chest, the final remnants of her sobbing slowly ending.  Her legs were out in front of her as she sat, heavy chains bolted to the floor and clasped around her ankles.  Her arms were held above her head, the blue skin marred with dark bruises and blood, her hands dangling limply from above the shackles around her wrists.

She coughed, weakly, before groaning, and I could feel the pain in her arms and legs.  And then she, too, seemed to be aware of my presence. She couldn’t look up – so injured she was – but I knew she was talking to me.

“Please…help me.”

I know I moved toward her, but I actually did reach her.  too many dreams I’ve had where I could not reach out and help, but this time I did get to her.  I knelt in front of her, my hand resting softly on her cheek.  “What happened,” I asked her, and she laughed bitterly.

“I’m hallucinating,” she said, slowly picking up her head to look at me.  “Even you don’t know what happened”

I know I shook my head – I don’t think I said anything else the rest of the dream.  I saw memories, rather than her explain what happened. Hulking men like wolves had surrounded her.  She was escaping.  They caught her and beat her.  They broke her limbs to keep her from escaping again.  She’d been here for days, hoping for rescue.

“Please…daddy…”  I was brought back from the memories to see her head resting again.  She was sleeping, though the look on her face showed she had no comfort here.  I kissed her forehead, and before I knew it I was pulling my head out of the water of my bed.  I came here frantically to write it all down – even now the memory of it is fading.

Who is this girl? What did she do to deserve such treatment?  And why could she see me as well as the other…

As her twin? I know not how, but I know they were two very different people…and yet something about them is familiar to me.

You can’t convince me otherwise now.

Gap closers are just assault glomps.

Dream Journal 4

I am not sure if I should be reading more books about Allag, or any of the fictions that are in our stores concerning allag technology.

First, it was a room this time; smaller than my apartment by far, but not cramped.  There was a couch off to one side, next to a window.  On the other side of that was a small desk.  The desk had

It was thin and rectangular. It had words and pictures on it, that kept changing, rewriting I guess.  I didn’t recognize the words – whatever language it was, I didn’t know it. There were similar glass rectangles with words and pictures flashing and rewriting on the far wall as well, next to a door that I assume led out to another room.  The window showed a vast night sky, with stars far more immeasurable than any sky I’ve ever seen.

There was a small hiss, and the doors opened.  A woman walked in, face down and studying what looked like one of those allagan tomestones, though it was larger than ones I’ve seen.  She was wearing black pants, and a top that was black but with white shoulders and a red stripe separating the black from the white. There was a arrowhead pinned on her chest, silver.  She had blue skin, and short blue hair and piercing blue eyes – I didn’t think it was possible for anyone to have that much blue on them naturally

She rounded the corner of the desk and sat down.  After a moment of reading the device she dropped it on the desk and reached for a white ball that she had sitting on it.  She tossed it into the air and then, as it came back down, bumped it back up with both hands.  She did this a few times, oblivious to me – I think I was a ghost, watching this dream.

And then she dropped the ball, and stared right at me.  Her eyes blinked a few times, her mouth hanging open.  I didn’t know what to do either.  We just stared at one another.  And then she laughed a little and said the oddest thing.

“It’s you!”

I woke up then.  I don’t know what that dream was, and I certainly didn’t recognize her.  Who was she? What was that place?

Was I even dreaming?

Journal Entry #63

Pages of scribbled entries fill the diary.  Most are in rough Eorzean script, while many are in the scratched pictographs of the Steppe. Details of rainy days, depressing days, happy days in the sunshine, cooking, new books read…but the frequency of writings dwindles to a near halt until…

 Kami be good, it’s been far too long.  Reading back through this mess, it’s a wonder how I even started…I visited the steppe. I hadn’t been there in years it was so foreign to me.  I found a few other Xaela who claimed to be Ejinn, but from other tribal families. None knew who I was or that I’d been missing, so they weren’t from my family tribe, but it was

 It was good to meet more like me.  They loved the traditions I’d embraced from the Caravan, including my face paint.  I was gifted beadwork for my hair, similar to what the woman was wearing.  She claimed it was traditional for us I’m assuming it was for her family tribe, but I’ll embrace any traditions I can.

 The scar still burns. Now more often.  It’s deep.  I still don’t know what it could mean.  Should I seek out her family?

I’m Anafenza Ejinn, OC Muse.  Hailing from the Azim Steppe in Othard, and Ul’dah!

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A Guide to Sleeping With Anafenza

- She sleeps in a bathtub.  She has a very large tub in her room, with a small hammock installed in it for her to sleep on.  Being Ejinn, she’s able to hold her breath for very extended lengths, so even rolling in her sleep won’t immediately wake her up or cause her to panic from a lack of breath.  Sleeping in the water reminds her of sleeping on the banks of the Great River with her family.

- She loves to snuggle.  Despite the “water” bed, she also keeps a small mattress and blankets in another corner of the room for when she has company.  She is already a very affectionate and contact-seeking individual, and the trend carries over into sleep (in the event she’s lucky enough to have someone wanting to sleep with her).

- She has vivid dreams.  Sometimes they wake her; sometimes she stays asleep through the whole ordeal, sometimes believing these even visited other locations because of the clarity of the dreams. She began keeping a journal of her dreams, and will quickly record the events of her dreams in the journal before she forgets them.

- She can’t sleep on her back.  Between the horns and her powerful tail, Anafenza is down-right pained when she’s on her back, and will avoid sleeping in that position by any means.  On her side is ok as long as she has a pillow to support her neck, but mostly she sleeps on her stomach as a result (unless she’s in her tub; the hammock is easier to sleep on her back in).

- She likes to nap frequently.  With all the exercise she gets swimming, Anafenza will nap throughout the day as well, which also means she rarely will sleep for a full six to eight bells: she just doesn’t need to given the sleep schedule she maintains.

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I love it because she’s got Ana’s horns and tail too!  <3  So awesome!

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