Consciousness stirs from the black pool of the void. Darkness was all that welcomed him on the other side. Small, red eyes flutter awake within the metal shell, nothing illuminating his own face save for the natural light peeking in through long-lasting scars on the outer plating. A soft red light blinks at his face from the command interface, holographic runes in the tongue of the Tau'va flashing clearly before his eyes.
[CONSCIOUSNESS DETECTED. INITIATE SYSTEM REBOOT]
[CONSCIOUSNESS DETECTED. INITIATE SYSTEM REBOOT]
[CONSCIOUSNESS DETECTED--]
"Ugh," the commander grunted, blinking a few times before realizing where he was. The inside of his own battlesuit had never been so dark, he'd been troubled in finding out if the end had finally claimed him. In one passing moment, he was forcing the Dawn Blade down the throat of a flailing greenskin, the fires of war and glorious battle wreathed about him like a cloak. Then, in the next moment, there was naught but darkness.
Unfortunately for the unfathomable forces that be, death had yet to find O'Shovah without a blade gripped in his hand. He knew he was still alive. The T'au leaned forward in his tightly-packed cockpit, parting his lips for a moment before finally speaking.
"Initiate system reboot."
A muffled ping echoed from the interface. Suddenly, a plume of blue light washed over Farsight's face, the commander wincing slightly as his battlesuit subtly rose to life. His eyes and mind wired themselves to the machine once more, casting his vision through the lenses fastened to the battlesuit's head. Runes rapidly flashed by, an interface forming itself around his eye.
He was on the far end of a pristine white control room. The red hunk of metal remained as still as a corpse, the murmurs of its wearer masked without the vox-emitters turned on. Even without the XV8's senses turned on, he could hear voices stirring in the far end of the chamber—shadows lurking around the edge of the circular terminal-like device situated in the center of the room.
Farsight furrowed his brow, tempering his graveled voice into a harsh whisper. "Boot in low-power mode and minimize energy and audio emissions, and give me a status report."
[MINIMAL DAMAGED SUSTAINED.]
[IONOSPHERIC ANOMALY OCCURANCE DETECTED: ???? SECONDS AGO]
[APPROXIMATED GALACTIC LOCATION: UNKNOWN]
[NO KNOWN T'AU [SUB-BRANCH: FARSIGHT ENCLAVE] ENCODED COMMUNICATIONS DETECTED]
"Useless machine," he spat bitterly. "Scan for a local communications array."
[NEGATIVE: EXPECTED ELECTROMAGNETIC EMISSIONS BREACH LOW-POWER LIMITATIONS]
A warp-storm, perhaps. Some sort of stellar terror tearing open the sky just as it did when he found his Dawn Blade. Farsight's head tilted to the side slightly, emitting a muffled mechanical whirr. A strong streak of power flowed into his veins as the battlesuit's mechanical claws slowly curled around the hilt of the massive golden blade lying at his side.
His most trusted ally had yet to leave him, even in the most bizarre of circumstances.
Suddenly, one of the shadows at the other end of the room chose to show themselves. A bipedal figure wreathed in a skin-tight red outfit, bearing the unmistakable mug of a gue'la. Suddenly, the situation became much clearer for the briefest of moments before returning to unusual. O'Shovah knows their kind just as well as he knows the greenskins - capturing someone like him was not the gue'la way. They prefer to enact the final mercy upon anyone unfortunate to fall in their path.
They were humans. But they were not the fanatical bearers of that golden bird, nor were they the madmen worshippers of the Warp. They were something else entirely. There seemed to be, but only one path to ascertaining the truth of this situation. The commander furrowed his brow further, pulling up the interface once more through sheer force of will.
"Hm. Drop the low-power mode and engage thrusters. Initiate weapon systems. I must introduce myself."
[SHWOOOOM!]
Suddenly, the air within the TARDIS shrieked as a rocket had taken off. A crimson blur soared from the far end of the chamber, slicing through the air like a miniaturized meteor as it just barely managed to avoid smashing into anything as it went. As it got closer within a half-second, Picard could make out the vague suggestion of a humanoid machine soaring at him.
[THUNK!]
Steel claws slammed into the floor of the TARDIS, the figure slowly rising to a full standing position over the meager human captain.
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A crimson machine stood upright before the group, standing at least twice as tall as a common man. The thing was of some utterly alien design - sharp, geometric edges make up the bulk of his scarred outer plating, and tattered wreathes of fabric inscribed with unintelligible runes gently flowed behind him. Gripped in one of his gauntlets was what looked like a sword - far too large for any man to wield on his own, humming with energy as the towering entity stared at Picard.
Regardless of what reaction his stunt earned him, Farsight lurched forward with loud, metal stomps.
"You have much to explain, gue'la," he spoke in a deep, reverberating voice. "Explain why you've taken me from my men."
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"Wooow!" The Doctor exclaimed. "How didn't I see that! That's a very lovely piece of equipment you're wearing there." As the Doctor pulled out her sonic screwdriver to get some readings Captain Picard stood tall in front of the mech.
"We did not take you, we found you inside of this vessel and brought you aboard this Federation vessel. I am Captain Jean-Luc Picard of Starfleet and I wish to see you brought back to where you rightfully belong."
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