First Officer deCourville was the first to speak. “I don’t suppose this is part of the ride, is it?” he asked. “Some kind of perception filter or transporter that swaps out people from other groups, perhaps?”
The new arrival leapt out of the card, knives suddenly in her hands. “By the Gods, a giant bug!”
“That’s incredibly rude,” First Officer deCourville sneered back.
CMO Carter stepped out of the cart, hands up. She approached slowly, stopping just outside of arm’s reach. The variety of neon lights highlighting cartoonish spiders and specters cast strange shadows around them.
“I have a hunch you’re onto something, First Officer,” CMO Carter said. “You’re not part of this attraction, are you? I”m Melissa Carter, Chief Medical Officer. What’s your name?”
Professor Everest nodded approvingly. “A very Captain Warpt approach, for sure.”
“Curian,” Curian replied, the daggers still in her hands. “What world is this? What kind of sneaky witchcraft did you use to bring me here, and why?”
Fontaine scoffed. “Witchcraft. What backwards planet did you tumble off of? There’s no such thing.”
Curian glared in response. “I’ve got half a mind to squash you,” she replied.
Professor Everest stepped out of the cart.
“Damn, you’re tall,” Curian said.
Professor Everest nodded. “You’d be shocked how often people mention as much. Professor Brannigan Everest. The First Officer you keep referring to as a bug, which I should point out is more than a touch racist, is Fontaine deCourville.”
“Well, I’m sorry for the bug comments,” Curian said. “And if not witchcraft, why am I here? Last thing I remember, Badb had chased Sophia and me into a cave.”
Professor Everest raised an eyebrow. “Badb, you said? One of the three Morrigan?”
CMO Carter examined her wristcomm. She tapped away at its interface, eyes darting along its small screen as she did.
“Very curious,” CMO Carter said last.
Curian leaned forward, eyebrows arched. She nodded slowly, and when her impatience reached its breaking point she spoke up.
“What’s very curious?” Curian asked.
CMO Carter looked up, her eyes drawn to the daggers. She took a step back. “Apologies. There was a curious ion pulse, but no clear source to be found. It briefly knocked the power out, which left the shields to this park down for just long enough for…” She paused, then gestured to Curian.
“Wonder if our Captain’s where you ought to be,” Professor Everest mused.
“Gods, I hope not,” Curian said. “He’d be in good hands, though. Sophia’s quite clever and would keep him safe.”
“She,” CMO Carter corrected.
Curian’s eyes grew wide, her smile immense. “She? I’m sorry, your Captain is a woman?”
CMO Carter nodded. “Captain Isabelle Warpt, though I suspect she would want you to call her Izzy,” she said.
“Women can be Captains of a vessel in this world? Without, you know, resorting to piracy?”
CMO Carter nodded, unable to not smile in response.
“Still, she’s not likely safe,” Curian said. “Can any of you tell me what we need to next? I need to get back right away. I was on a very important quest.”
CMO Carter tapped a finger against her chin. “We can’t necessarily create the perfect conditions by which you arrived,” she explained. “But perhaps we can emulate them to an extent. We would need to get to the shield generator and briefly disable it. Then the rest depends on luck.”
First Officer deCourville chittered anxiously. “This is highly unorthodox! And for a complete stranger!”
“Who is only here because something stole me from where I was,” Curian said.
First Officer deCourville turned to Professor Everest. “Surely you cannot be okay with this insane plot? It could very well kill us all, and at the very least we would be banned for life from ever returning here!”
Professor Everest shook his head. “It’s worth a try to get our new friend her back on course,” he replied. “First, though, perhaps you’d best put those away.” He pointed to the blades glimmering in Curian’s hands.
Curian chuckled, offering a sheepish grin. “Suppose you’re right,” she said, sheathing the daggers. “So. Let’s go undo this heinous trickery!”