The Mind of Astra, Part V

Somehow, Gibbs was able to return to sleep, but the calm, dreamless state was shattered abruptly by a high pitched, electronic shriek.
“My hover-bike! That little ingrate has stolen it again!” Captain Geneva shrieked before her voice broke into nonsensical electronic beeps.
“Wake up, cadets.” The Captain shouted as soon as she’d regained control of her voice. “Pack up. We need to leave now.”
Gibbs sat up and rubbed her eyes. She gazed around blearily for a few moments before making an important discovery.
“Hey, Kyrie is gone, too,” she said, pointing at the empty sleeping-bag beside her.
Captain Geneva beeped incoherently again, and Gibbs and Marsh both took this as a signal to leap out of their sleeping bags and throw everything into knapsacks as quickly as they could. Captain Geneva, still beeping, pointed in the direction of the ship, and they began the long trek back to the ship.
After approximately 30 minutes of walking, the adrenaline rush caused by abject terror of the enraged captain left her system, and Cadet Gibbs’s feet began to slow. She was tired, not just from the lack of sleep, but also from the emotional toll of defeat. She loved the forest, and she would now be forced to fight against it- to take part in destroying a beautiful, unique being. There was no way the forest could defend itself against the ship’s advanced weapons.
Gibbs had read about genocide in her history classes. Now she would take part in one.
In the next moment, however, a thought came to her. It wasn’t a happy thought, because it could not save her new friend, but it made her smile, anyway. She didn’t care what happened to her. She didn’t care if she was thrown out of the academy, or thrown into a holding cell. She would refuse to take part in the genocide, anyway.
She looked up and saw that Marsh was wearing the same smile.
“I don’t know about you, Gibbs,” he said, “but I’m sure going to miss the Argo when I’m in prison. I hope I’m able to stand on the bridge one last time.”
In that moment, there was a blinding flash of light, and suddenly, the alien world around them vanished, and they were standing in a pristine, white room, with walls covered in gleaming buttons and lights. They were aboard the Argo.
“Wonderful, Marsh,” Gibbs said. “Now, could you hope that I get my own luxury star cruiser?”
“I might be able to arrange that for you,” Bres said, waving at them from the captain’s chair.
“What is the meaning of this?” Captain Geneva demanded.
“Well, I’ve always wanted my own starship,” Bres explained calmly. “So, I decided to steal this one. I couldn’t very well leave you guys stranded on the alien world. Luckily, Cadets Morris and Chua were able to fix the quantum transporter, so I had them bring you aboard. You really didn’t have to walk all that way.”
“Get out of my chair now,” Captain Geneva shrieked. “Zenon! Phelps!” she called to the two guards standing by the entrance to the bridge, “Throw my nephew into the brig at once.”
The two guards didn’t move.
“They’re on our side, Captain,” Cadet Kyrie said. She was seated at the helm, wringing her hands, but speaking in a calm, determined voice.
“Our side?” the Captain asked.
“Don’t listen to her, Auntie,” Bres said. “She just has a little case of Stockholm syndrome. I kidnapped her, you see, so she could help me make my getaway. In fact, everyone on board is my prisoner, so none of this is really any of their fault.”
The Captain was speechless.
“Impressive,” Marsh said, grinning. “So, how do you plan to get us off this rock, anyway?”
“We’re not on a rock at all,” Kyrie explained. “We’re on course to the edge of the solar system, where we will be able to make the jump to hyper-speed. We’ll be home in approximately 48 Earth hours.”
“How-“ Gibbs gasped.
“I remembered how quickly the forest learned to speak our language,” Cadet Kyrie said, “so I decided to teach the forest to speak to our navigational instruments. The computer language is a lot more simple, logical, so it was able to learn in a very short time. It knows this sector of the galaxy better than anyone, so it’s concentrating as hard as it can, keeping noise to a minimum, to guide us home.”
Gibbs was unable to speak. She ran to Kyrie and flung her arms around her neck, and then ran to Bres and did the same.
“Stellar!” he said. “I get my own ship and hugs from cute girls. I should kidnap and steal more often.”
“Kyrie, I can’t believe it,” Marsh said. “You actually took a chance.”
“You gambled with our lives,” Captain Geneva sneered. “If we survive this, it will be by sheer luck.”
“Gibbs, Marsh, I’m getting tired of listening to her. Could you two escort her to the brig, under threat of torture and death and other bad stuff?”
Gibbs saluted Bres, and then took Captain Geneva by the arm. She and Marsh took Geneva away.
“Hey, Kyrie, when I get out of prison, can I call you?” Bres said when they’d gone.
Kyrie smiled. “If you forget to call me, I’ll hunt you down.”
The forest on the planet Astra, over time, came to be known all over the galaxy as The Oracle. Scientists from many different worlds came to study the strange new alien, and The Oracle, in turn, learned from them. During this age, there was a leap in technological progress, leading to the discovery of a way to perform intergalactic, and later, interdimensional travel.
The Oracle remained on its home world, unable to reap the benefits of its own contributions to sentient-kind, yet through the stories of other travelers, it was able to gain a greater understanding of other worlds and beings, and to travel in a way only a mind can travel. It was no longer alone.


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