Where No Man Has gone before.

[tobodlygo]

You were happily going about your own business. 

That's the last thing you remember before you were being enveloped in a swirling, glowing blanket of particles and you felt yourself being pulled away, fast, zipping along physical space at the speed of light. 

When you come to, you're standing in a bright, circular room. There's people in uniform here watching you, looking very, very confused. 

A man stands in front of everyone else, watching in curiosity. He's got an air of authority, relatively young, but not hostile. Beside him are two men in blue uniform, and the seem to have been mid-bicker. One, the slimmer, dark one with..  Pointed ears? Has an eyebrow raised in your direction, the other looks like he might explode at any second. 

"Well, you certainly aren't the Tenaxi Diplomat we we're expecting." The one in the middle says, smiling, but bemused.

What do you do? 

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[dragoonrouge]

The sensation was like Teleporting through the Aetheryte Network but everything about it was wrong, wrong, wrong. This was not the soft guidance of Hydaelyn, this was sharp and tugging and entirely unexpected. The solid feeling of appearing at her location causes her to be immediately on guard before she even opens her eyes against the light, tail and fur standing on end.

The air smelt wrong. It was nearly scentless, too clean, unnatural. The sounds wrong. People but surrounded by alien sounds and a constant thrumming. Something she had only heard in one place, Azys La.

Finally opening her eyes, she slides back from the Hyurs and Hyur-Elezen man in front of her and into a battle ready stance, her hand drifting back towards the familiar weight of her lance.

A growl rumbles in her chest and she lets out an impressively loud hiss.

[tobodlygo]

The stout man on the left throws up his hands.

"Great! An angry Cat Lady! Look Jim, we knew that the Tenaxi weren't happy with us returning but I think we can safely say that this wasn't part of the goddamn plan!" He's almost yelling, but he's still only whispering. The man Jim simply stands with a growing smirk on his face, calm in the face of the Doctor's wrath.

"Chill, Bones. I don't think our guest was expecting this either," he says, nodding in Q'uila's direction.

"Hey Scotty, I thought we were clear of any Ionic interference?" He looks over at the slightly harried man int he red shirt who's currently poring over all the data streams trying to find 'what in the bloody hell tha' was'.

Spock, for his part, restrains himself from rolling his eyes, but catches the question in Jim's quick half-second of eye contact, closing his eyes slowly for 'yes'. That's all Jim needs.

He steps forward as Bones and Scotty start to snipe at each other, holding his hands up in the universal gesture of peace. He wiggles the finger on his left hand so that she can see that he's about to move it before he pinches a part of his collar uniform. The pressure makes something underneath flash several colours, a long red followed by a short amber, then three greens.

"Greetings from the crew of the U.S.S Enterprise, Ma'am. I'm Captain Kirk, and I can only apologize for this," He says, genuinely contrite.

[dragoonrouge]

Even their language was wrong. The words and cadence different but recognisable in places. Her ears twitch as the severe-looking Hyur who smelt cleaner than the rest called her angry? Her ears fold back and she shoots him a vicious glare as she hisses again because of fucking course she's angry!

None of the movement in the teleporter room goes unnoticed by her. The Hyur is red seemed like a Cid-type. The taller Hyur moving forward carried himself with confidence, even before he spoke it was clear that this was the one in charge of this odd Alagan base.

"Apologies do little in the way of action." She growls, "Especially by those who use the machines of the Allags." She fully grasps the handle of her lance now, if she had to fight she would.

[tobodlygo]

"I feel it for to warn you that should you decide to take any aggressive action, you will not leave the perimeter of the transporter pad." Spock warns in his monotone voice, standing as straight and as confident as he always does. It makes Jim a little weak in the knees. No, Stop, business captain-y face.

Jim's smile slips from his face as he regards the woman in front of him. Evidently a woman of war, he doesn't need to have been trained in combat to see that.

"I don't know what 'Allags' are. These machines are Federation through and through, Terran and Vulcan design. I hope you understand I'm telling you the truth when I say I have no idea what you're talking about."

[dragoonrouge]

The not quite Elezen-Hyur's (heartrate too different, smells too) confidence was almost a counterpoint to Kirk's calm and assured compared to Pride and swagger. Forget the red man being like Cid, watching the movements of these two was like watching Cid and Nero respectively.

She must thank whoever designed their ridiculous uniforms, skintight as they are she can easily assess the musculature of the people before her. From a physical standpoint... She would like to see them bloody try and keep her on here, she will not push only because they could have some sort of mechanism in place to contain her, not that those tend to last long either. The look she shoots the Not Elezen-Hyur is unimpressed and she calls forth some Verthunder to crackle about her free hand in purple sparks in a show of mild belligerence.

Q'uila does not have Pinya's Echo-given gift for lies, but her ears, eyes, and nose help her suss out lies. Her ears flick and her tail continues to lash even as she acquiesces that this man is probably truthful.

"If that be the case then use this 'Terran and Vulcan' machinery to return me to Hydaelyn. Now." She needs to get back, she vanished in the middle of a meeting.

[tobodlygo]

As soon as Q'uila tries to cast her Verthunder, she'll realise that something is very, very wrong.

The Mana doesn't come.

Sure, the sparks appear, but for no more than a second or two before they simply fizzle out. It's not just the people here who are void of Aether, the place itself carries none.

"I'm sorry, we're not familiar with the planet of 'Hydaelyn'?" Spock says, though his tone is devoid of any semblance of sympathy or pity. "An M-Class planet if there are sentient species inhabiting it, but we have never head of it in that manner before." He states.

Jim is... slightly more sympathetic.

"Sorry, Ma'am, We don't know where you came from and for that reason, we don't know how to get you back. You were beamed on during a spate of Ionic interference, so until we're able to recreate those circumstances we can't do much in the way of getting you home. Though... You're able to understand Federation standard just fine?"

[dragoonrouge]

As the Verthunder she dredgers up fizzles out into nothingness despite her control and grip on her aether, Q'uila feels a shot of honest fear jolt through her. The way her aether fizzled...She would not make a Teleport. Not without causing herself a large amount of damage.

Her ears fold back against her head and her ruffled fur bristles again. "You speak terrible Eorzean but yes I understand you and you can understand my words. So I shall say again, I need to return." As she say it again this time the not of desperation creeps into her voice. "I know not what you did but you plucked me from within the most important meeting of leaders in the last three Era's!"

There is an emptiness to the world around her, no flames and glimmers of her family's aether, her senses chocked, blocked. Her heart races,and she shifts backwards ever so minutely, her distress become more and more visible as she starts shifting towards fight of flight, the very image of a cornered cat.

Temporary unconsciousness would probably be safest at this stage and she's just about distracted enough for an attempt at knocking her out.

can i get uuhhh hhhhhhhh sorry for being late uhhhh

[tobodlygo]

Bones snorts at her terrible manner. It's almost worse than Jim's.

"Lady, We ain't speaking Eorzean. This is Federation Standard across the Galaxies," He says, rather brusquely.

"Indeed," Spock intones, "We know of no planet called 'Eorzea', nor a country or continent called such on all the worlds we have mapped. There is no way to put you back somewhere that we don't know of." His cool demeanor hides a fair amount of frustration. This isn't the first time this has happened to them and he knows it's not the Engineer's faults. It's just very very annoying.

The woman starts to panic, and there's no other word for it. Jim recognizes the shortness of the breath and can tell her eyes can't focus on anything, seeing things she wants to see and not what's actually in front of her.

There's no need to restrain her unless she lashes out...

Jim has his fingers on the button on his comm, waiting for the worst case scenario because honestly, when isn't it?

*hugs* its fine, well worth the wait and goodness knows Ive been lagging with so many damn tags

[dragoonrouge]

Q'uila growls at Bones and Spoke, the sound low and rumbling as it reverberates through the teleporter room. "Well, then your 'Federation Standard' is just shit Eorzean." She shoots back angrily at the doctor before her angry glare turned to Spock, "And your maps must be shit as well. I suggest you fix them." She hisses at the First Officer.

The movement of Jim's fingers settling onto the buttons of his communicator catches Q'uila's sharp eyes and she backs up off of the teleport pads with another growl, her hand drifting back the lance affixed to her back. She didn't know what that device did but she wasn't taking any chances.