Sasha Regan - Space Seed

Space Seed

StarDate 43567,….

The TFSS Cerulean Dawn, on standard patrol in Gamma Quadrant.  Warp 6.2, on course from Jalax Prime to Hydra VII, day 17, 18:22 Hrs…..

That's how it started.  We detected a ship floating dead in space, twenty seven parsecs from the nearest star system.  We dropped out of warp to find a Hydran Blockade Runner.  Hydrans are without a doubt the illegal weapons suppliers for half the galaxy.  Strange thing was,… this ship had no weapons.  As Gunnery Sergeant and second in command of the ship's Marines, I was sent over with a squad to check her out. 

Ship was damned strange.  No bodies on board, no signs of a fight, no DNA residue that might indicate what happened to the crew.  All the escape pods were still on board,… and no Gods damned weapons.  We towed her back into one of the maintenance bays and let the techies investigate.  They had some trouble getting her power systems on line.  Power frequencies and levels were strange, even for a Hydran.  But they eventually got her working.

That's went everything started going pear shaped.

I won't bore you with the details.  But,… I had to get off the ship.  Call me a deserter if you want.  My presence was causing,… trouble.

You see, I'm not Terran.  I'm not actually human from any of the subspecies you know about.

I'm Gunnery Sergeant Sasha Regan, and I'm almost three thousand years old.

I'm an immortal from the world of Arrallon,… one of the True Hermaphrodites. 

The Hydran Blockade Runner was from way back as well.  And it had done something that my home planet had tried to prevent, it had taken some flux crystal and was trying to use it in their drive,… reverse engineering some ancient Shadow Tech, I guess.  But they didn't know what they were doing,… and they paid the price for it.  My best guess,… they activated the drive and ended up getting dumped in another dimension.

I'd been away from the Apos Star system for over two thousand years myself.  I'd been away from the flux crystal long enough for my magic to fade.  The only thing I had left was my immortal health, an increased healing factor, and my shapeshifting.  I'd been going from world to world since I managed to return from the dimension where Taure exists.  As you can guess, being an immortal can be a bit of a drag after a few centuries.  Try a few millennia.

So, I eventually hooked up with the Terran Federation, and doing my best to hide much of what I used to be, a Defiant Champion of Aphrodite and a spellcasting Erotic of the greatest level of power, I instead used my centuries of combat to assume the roll of starship Marine.  Strange, that's what I did back on Arrallon all those years ago.  But the times were different and the weapons had all changed. 

I managed to hook up with this fine piece of ass,… and yeah, we got married,… which was kinda weird for me,… not so much for her.  But I knew I'd be there to see her get blown to pieces, or die of old age,… and I'd move on like I had a hundred times before.  So, when everything started getting out of control on the Cerulean Dawn, I stole the Blockade Runner and set course for the Apos Star system.  Better that she just forget about me,… or maybe its better that I forget about her.  Whatever.  I punched.

So, here we are,…

Well, I didn't quite make it back home to Arrallon.  At least,… not yet.  Seems the Githyanki fleet has had a chance to rebuild in the thousands of years since they were wiped out fighting Lolth's Dreadnaught.  And they've started using their own genetic aberrations to hunt down prey.  They picked me up, blew my engines and boarded me.  But they,… well, they didn't really know what they'd gotten into.  Imagine their surprise when they encountered what they thought was a Terran who was immune to their mental attacks, wielded better magic than their Warlocks, and could outfight their strongest Knight with a two-handed longsword.

So, are you apes gonna make me kill you and take your ship,… or are you gonna give me a ride back to the quarantined sector around Apos.  Gee,… I wonder how much the place has changed in twenty eight hundred years,…