Dream 03-18-24

Main characters:
>A4 'Ay'Foir': a 'humanoid' with very little in the ways of memories and an ability to shift Probability in his favor.

>Maika Quon: a Tai Noo who is a member of a rare subspecies that can create crystalline structures.

>(The) Almorav 'Morav': a member of the Morphic species- A species noted to be able to shift between a bipedal form and a quadrupedal form. Both forms are sentient and able to communicate. Morav has a secret tied to his necklace which is is form fitting and does not hang loose off of his neck.

Story within the dream:
A4 is placed in a Shared Student Quarters (SSQ, referred to as a Skue by students) despite not being a student but working as an engineer in that sector of the Space Station.
After roughly 1.5-2 months an assassin comes for A4 and all three of them have to flee the station and seek out a hiding spot.

Notes:
Tai Noo are polyamorous by nature, they have 'non standard ocular senory organs and wear a mask like piece of clothing when outside of their personal domiciles. They also have four arms.

Morphics prefer a furry(both in bi and quad forms) for when on there home world. They can go furless and often do off-world as they fond it makes other species more comfortable around them.

Humanoids are a ubiquitous and varied form of life throughout the universe having spread out and begun adapting to various planets biomes. They seem to adapt very quickly.

Need a few other species at least

Dream 2-5-24

Me and three friends(three Asian(don't know heritage) women) go to a Chinese restaurant for dinner. One of them goes to the bathroom and vanishes.
*detail the women's bathroom is much smaller than the men's room*
I continue to investigate, discovering that there is a trick to the flushing knob of the toilet that lowers the room and blasts the user from behind with high pressure water to make them flee and push them out. Then ot returns to its original position with the heater on high to dry the room.
Shortly after this discovery they install a kitchenette area where the bathrooms were for the man working the register to make appetizers (really confuses said guy) i yell him what ive discovered and he immediately calls 911 and the cops are on their way. Mean while a friend and myself descend into the sewer system beneath the mall looking for my missing friend. We find a city beneath the city, a strange, skinny man confronts us at a square and I fight him(my two batons vs long knife/machete) eventually pulling my gun when my hits have no effect and empty most of a mag into his torso before putting a final shot into his head.
A mysterious man steps forth and informs me that he secreted the missing woman away, but she is still on danger-someone had to be helping the old, deranged cannibal. The man who works at the front of the store texts me that he found some evidence and hid it nearby just in case. I head there to intercept a druggy henchman from finding it.

One of the waitresses realizes that the store owner is the grandson of the cannibal and heads to her car to call the police with her doors locked.
All of our paths intersect.

More details will be added later

Update log(all older updates)

Gauntlets

Island(working title) 10/25/23

New Poem (No Title) 10/26/23

New Misc Story: Strange Passenger 11/04/23

New 18+ Story 11/04/23

Strange Passenger

Agent Casel sat at the Conference table of the C.V. Aspire, sipping his coffee. He was waiting for the ship's Captain to join him. Captain Vanessa Long was well thought of throughout The Conglomerate due to saving a colony as an Ensign.

Two of his security officers marched her into the room.

"Captain Vanessa, please have a seat." he gestured to the chair across from him.

"Explain yourself," she said through a clenched jaw.

"I outrank you." he countered.

"You teleported onto my ship and arrested my senior staff. You owe me either an explanation or a pound of flesh." She corrected his statement.

"Command sent me here to find a spy; luckily, you are mostly in the clear. Sit." He barely explained; he knew that wasn't enough to satisfy her, and he didn't care.

"No." She replied.

"Fine." He shrugged, "Tell me about the senior staff of your ship." For the next three hours, he grilled her about her staff, friends, and civilian passengers.

"You've asked more questions about Kiv than anyone else," she observed.

"He has no file." He stated, noting that she had a brief look of confusion cross her face before she closed herself off again.

"That's a shame those reports are great reading." She smirked.

"Then tell the contents of those reports." He smirked.

"No. You don't have clearance. I can't." She crossed her arms defiantly, that he couldn't argue against—time for the next subject.

Agent Casel had two of his people posted inside Kiv's room. Ylax, a Forntath, and Niora, a Jakl. Between them, they could handle anything. The Forntath were large, muscular people with dense bones. Their opposite was found in the Jakl, a small but lithe species with the innate ability to feel their surroundings with a strange, limited form of Psionics.

Niora studied the strange human in front of her as she sat on the edge of the table in the center of the room. He was wearing a black head-to-toe covering and a black mask made of some kind of ceramic mask that looked like a face, but she didn't know what that face belonged to. She'd scanned it and ran it through the system with no match.

The only part of his room that wasn't standard was his meditation area, which included only a comfortable cushion and two pillars of something that resembled marble. They were white with light gray veins running everywhere.

He sat between them, impossibly still.

Everything about him felt somehow wrong to her; she'd never felt this level of calm in another being, even the stoic Ho. She had made a detailed report of all of this for Agent Casel, as she was supposed to do.

"Why do you wear the mask?" Ylax asked Kiv. For the Forntath, hiding one's face was a lie.

"It is a part of me now." Kiv's voice was deep and smooth as he answered calmly.

"You mean you started wearing it, and now it's just part of who you are, or it's physically a part of you?" Niora asked him for clarification.

"Bit of both. This mask is who I am now, and I don't know how to exist without it anymore." He admitted.

"Was it a part of your faith?" Ylax asked. Forntath were very religious, so it wasn't surprising that was his first thought.

"No," Kiv answered; there was something strangely sad about how he felt through Niora's extra senses for the briefest of moments.

"Don't like religion?" she asked.

"I do not, too much blood," he replied, and she agreed. She grew up seeing the end of a war caused by a religious schism among her people. She hated religion with a passion.

"Depends on the religion," Ylax growled.

"The Forntath faith values finding peace as quickly as possible. This is due to slow birth rates and a very hostile homeworld. Mass casualties were not allowed as they could potentially end your species. It is a rather unique religion." Kiv pointed out; Ylax looked proud. "On the inverse side of that coin are the Jakl who lost so much to religious fanaticism they abandoned religion to find peace.  You were born before the end of the war, were you not?" Kiv's attention turned back to Niora; she only nodded.

"You have my sincere sympathies and condolences for those you lost in the conflict." He said, statistically every single person lost three and a half family members in the casualties. 

"Thank you." Noira said. It felt heartfelt as he spoke, but he closed off again as soon as he finished speaking.

"You sound like you lived through a war." Ylax pointed out.

"Long ago." Kiv kept themselves firmly closed off when he spoke this time.

"Did you fight?" Ylax asked.

"At first, then I focused on saving lives." Kiv felt like a cascade of the most profound, coldest sorrow until she blinked internally, and it was all gone.

She stared at him in awe for a long, silent moment until the door chirped before opening.

Agent Casel stepped into the room.
“How is our civilian passenger?” He asked. Niora could feel anger deep down inside of him. He’d gotten nothing from the others if she had to guess.
“He hasn’t moved since we escorted him here, sir,” Ylax saved her from having to answer their superior’s question.
“Really? It’s been all day. Anyway, I am Agent Casel. It’s nice to meet you, Kiv, finally.” Casel began wandering around the room, moving little things just enough to be noticeable; he liked putting people outside of their comfort zone before he talked to them. Niora hated that about him because he applied it to everyone.
“Ask me your questions, bridgekeeper. I am not afraid.” Kiv said when Casel finally stopped in front of him.
“Why do you wear the mask?” Casel asked bluntly.
“It represents me as I am now. All my dreams, and my mistakes.” Kiv seemed entirely neutral.
“Mistakes?” Casel latched onto that.
“Everyone has their list, Agent.” Kiv pointed out.
“What are yours?” Casel tried to sound casual, and it almost made Niora vomit from how fake it was, a side effect of her species' psionics. Even as limited as they were, lies had a visceral effect.
“I do not dislike you enough to share that with you.” Kiv quietly challenged Casel. Despite not being able to see his face, Niora felt a smirk.
“Shouldn’t that be the other way around?” Casel leaned forward.
“Not for you and I.” Kiv countered, calm and measured.
“Oh? That’s a shame; I wanted to get to know you.” Casel pretended to be hurt, and Niora held her gut.
“I know why you’re here, Agent. You really want to make friends?” Kiv sounded incredulous.
“My business is a serious one, Kiv. We are on the brink of war, and someone is helping the enemy.” Casel turned serious.
“You think I am a spy. I am not; my priority is the safety of this crew. Starting a war would be counterintuitive.” Kiv pointed out.
“Why is this ship so important to you?” Casel inquired.
“Not the ship, the crew.” Kiv corrected a new firmness in his voice.
“Why this crew?” Casel sounded annoyed.
“They give me hope, Agent.” Kiv’s head tilted to the side as he studied Casel.
“Hope?” Casel didn’t believe this.
“They are good people who strive to be better. That is admirable.” Kiv explained.
“Why do you need hope?” Casel thought he found an in.
“Because I have none of my own, I feel the sun through the ones casting the shadows into my cave,” Kiv said.
“What?” Casel recoiled away from the analogy.
“It’s Plato’s Cave, the human philosopher,” Niora said. Casel gave her a strange look. “He said that being uneducated is like being chained in a cave and seeing only the shadows cast by a fire behind you. It’s an interesting metaphor in this context.” She explained further.

“I see,” Casel turned back to Kiv, leaning in, “So, you feel imprisoned?” That was his grand takeaway, a rather disturbing window into who he was.
“We are all prisoners of our choices, Agent, especially the difficult ones.” Kiv leaned in so his mask was close to Casel’s face.
“Difficult ones?” Casel liked the sound of that.
“I have made choices you could not begin to fathom.” Kiv sounded calm, but he felt bitter. “You do not get to judge me.”
“Judging people is my job, I’m afraid.” Casel was smug about this.
“You should be afraid; that is a horrible life to choose.” Kiv sounded sad; it was weird to hear him like that. Niora remembered that cold sorrow from before.
“I do what I do because I love the Conglomerate. I believe in it.” Casel’s eyes glazed over with pride.
“I’m sure you think you do.” Kiv cut him off. “I’ve seen that look before and saw what it leads to. Be careful, Casel.” Kiv was watching Casel closely.
“Back to the subject at hand, you.” Casel was letting his anger leak out now. The next few hours were an interrogation that got them nowhere. Niora didn't think Kiv was the spy they were looking for; he was too honest, maybe not with them directly but with himself ultimately.

She felt safe with him, which was a rarity for her, and there was something genuinely bizarre about the man she couldn't place.

Additionally, she'd never seen someone pity Casel before. By the end of the interrogation, she could feel a sadness that only gained in depth as the conversation lengthened. She was pleased when it finally ended.

Ylax and Niora followed Casel as he marched out of Kiv's room. Two of the other guards took over, watching Kiv for the night.

"Niora, study the recordings of all of the other interrogations. I want your report when I get up in the morning. Ylax, guard my door." Casel gave them new assignments. Niora wondered why he felt he was in danger.

She sat at a table in the mostly empty lounge on the sub deck with a small snack and two pads, one for reading and the other for notes. There was a new name that kept popping up: Evla'Bith, who was a Civilian Gardener, and another Jakl. She spent a great deal of her time with Kiv, mostly just the two of them. She made note of this and pulled up Evla'Bith's file when she was finished with the interrogations. She made a separate report on this new person of interest, guilt playing at the edge of her mind.

The computer chirped before Casel's voice came over the com.

"I am ready for your report now," He said.

"Yes, sir. On my way," she replied, getting her things together and heading to his quarters. She gave him his report while he ate breakfast.

"Good work. Have her taken to the conference room; I'll get to her when I can." He said in his usual, bored tone."After that, you and Ylax relieve the guards in Kiv's chambers.

"Sir." Niora nodded and headed to deal with her tasks; she hoped today was another do-nothing day with Kiv so she could rest, and there was a Synthesizer included in all of the ships quarters so she could get food that way.

Once they were in Kiv's room, she headed for the food, getting some juice and soft, fluffy Juy Cakes with berry pastes for dipping.

"Neither of you slept last night." Kiv wasn't asking; Niora quickly checked her reflection to see if she looked that haggard and disheveled. She didn't, thankfully.

"I had other tasks to complete." She supplied the vaguest reason she could think of. Jakl didn't like lying.

"I'm sure Casel slept just fine." Kiv was sitting where they had left him, except he wore gray today.

"Is this what you normally do all day?" Ylax changed the subject to avoid the lie that was almost unavoidable if this topic persisted.

"No, I usually do morning exercises with Evla, spend some time in the gardens, and spend time with many crew members," Kiv spoke without moving.

"That sounds like you placed yourself in a great location for information gathering." Ylax pointed out.

"It does. I try not to discuss work matters, though. I prefer being the person they come to to get away from all of that." Kiv felt truthful.

"You mentioned Evla, you meant Evla'Bith, correct?" Niora felt a horrible weight in her stomach.

"It's not surprising you found out about our friendship. It is common knowledge on the ship." Kiv confirmed.

"Casel is speaking to her today." She watched him carefully for a response, and Kiv's head slowly turned toward her, their being an unknowable void to her Psionic eye.

"I want you to know that I hold no ill will towards you for doing your job well, but I would have preferred you be there for her interrogation." He did not flinch away from the proper word to describe Casel's methods.

"As would I." Ylax agreed, which surprised Niora.

"Me too." She admitted with a deep sigh.