Donuts on the Starfire

Summary:
October 23, 2014: Jericho calls an impromptu meeting to discuss the latest threat

HMSS Starfire

Starfire Bridge. It could be a scene out of Star Trek, but the alien ship and it's outcaste crew are all too real.


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Jericho's manners with regard to abrupt teleportation have not improved. Okay, he actually never had any because he's never had the ability to teleport anyone anywhere. He does have help though. He's asked K'tten to assemble a small group of people in the Starfire's observation room (which has a very nice view of the eastern seaboard and more importantly a holographic table) and she does so really without preamble. Just a glow of purple light and a sudden change of scenery from whatever the people in question happened to be doing to a large comfy room with doughnuts, coffee and Jericho complete with glowing eyes (glimmering in amusement) and K'nert munching on ice cream. For once, the little Imp may not be the strangest thing in the room.

***

America Chavez is not amused. She had just begun a session of Korean barbecue which proved to be pretty epic, when the world had acquired a purple glow and then… she was here.

She turns around slowly, hands in the pockets of her hoodie and eyes narrowed. She takes a second to evaluate the situation… because someone might end up getting punched to the moon for this.

***

Jason falls flat onto his face from the ceiling of the room to the floor, with a bit of a loud thud. He'd just been falling from the top floor of a rather tall new york skyscraper, so needless to say he's probably the happiest to be here. The hows and whys and hows of his ending up in that predicament are his alone for the time being, but it's a rather laughable entrance.

***

"Yeah, no, it's all good. Just took a bad spill at fencing…" Kate trails off as her cell phone reception goes out and she suddenly finds herself not outside the hospital. "So…" She turns a slow circle, looking around herself as she tries to get her bearings.

***

As much as May is becoming increasingly accustomed to the strange and unusual of late, going from helping Coulson in the middle of a rather aggressive disagreement with a group of strangely yellow-clad individuals to standing in what could pass for the Enterprise Ten Forward… yeah. That's not disconcerting at all. Her eyes take in the room with the alertness of still being in full combat mode, and when she sees Trent she straightens and GLARES at the hacker.

***

Agent Coulson looks around a moment before holstering his weapon. The one that's strapped around his midsection against his back can't be put away so easily. He stands slowly and looks to May with a relaxing posture and a shrug, "The weirdest things happen in Budapest."

***

Babs Gordon and wheelchair simply roll onto the floor - no wait, deck, of the ship. Her hands are positioned as they would be if there was a keyboard in front of her and her face looks like it might have been focussing on a monitor in front of her. As she stops the chair's momentum forward, her hands drop to her lap and she blinks to refocus and looks at the others in the room. Her eyes finally coming to rest on Jericho. "Mr Trent, I would have liked to say this was a pleasant surprise." she says softly.

***

The HMSS is equiped for visitors and a crew of many, the thing is, is it is not manned by many - few are even welcome though lately the foundation of their solace and secrecy has been shaken by their captain Starfire, and now the addition to a motley team is dragging up another handful of unknowns.

Small numbers are okay. Like one additional, two /maybe/, but a heads up for this number is generally sought because it leaves their radars spiking in life support alterations as well as the climate control for the 'atmosphere' rising to adapt to humanoid life forms unaccustomed.

The observation room is open, windows agape to show where they hover in a dome like formation almost completely encircling them save for the solidity of a metal grated floor patworked with octagon solid tiles. Small lounge chaise chairs and circlar 'couches' center stage with tables and small alien potted plants. Tranquil here save those (un)invited.

The one and only door shaped as a circle hisses open and standing there is a large white furred Orn, resembling an alien form of a yeti, an insectoid looking alien male as well, and before them is two females, orange skinned and emerald eye'd, both in a narrow set while one aims a very small tech pistol and the other bears a perse glow around each hand, almost matching that of the purple armor that straps across tawny huen figure.

"By X'Hal.." Kori states, one hand rising to the mohawk bearing female known as K'tten, her weapon bearing arm lowering - slowly with the gesture in recognition of Jericho.

Curses are evident though in what tongue is not, K'tten steps back and disappears behind Orn while Kori responds with a tic of upper lip and then looks back, casting the crowd a small rise of her hand over her shoulder, fingers lightly curling as that glow dissipates like a dying flame.

"Welcome…"

***

"Hi Kori… sorry. I thought it might be best to bring certain people up on our discoveries and I didn't trust this to radio or phone or what have you." Jericho turns to the assembled group in the room. "Right, so I apologise for the abruptness of your arrival but this is a bit on the important side. Grab a doughnut and some coffee if you'd like, make yourself comfortable."

He waves to the table which immediately lights up with holographic projections an odd cylindrical device, a very futuristic looking set of armor, and some cybernetics. "Koriand'r and myself and a couple other Outsiders, have begun encountering this kind of technology around the Tri City area. A lot of it seems centered in Metropolis but it's also been encountered in Gotham and I have several possible sites in New York. We've analyzed it here on the ship. It was undeniably made on earth and is also far and away more advanced than anything we've got on this world. I've witnessed, as has Miss Chavez over there, it being used by soldiers emerging from a portal that K'tten - the one hiding and cursing - theorizes was opened from somewhere beyond our reality." Beat. "In short, I've snatched you all here today because it is possible that someone or some organization is seeding tech here for some reason as yet unknown and their soldiers weren't all that friendly when they were encountered."

***

The young woman doesn't respond to Koriand'r's greeting immediately. She isn't one to trust the appearance of friendliness prima facie- after all, she knows a Kid Loki. Now Teen Loki, she guesses.

She briefly wonders whether he is up to something devious back on Earth 616- she'd have to check back. Just in case.

The crew was evidently alien, though none of a species she has encountered so far. The orange-skinned women stand out particularly as a people she has never encountered before.

Jericho's spiel sees her continued silence, although she recognizes the armor before Jericho points it out, and the 'hm' she emits is the first sound that comes out of her mouth since her arrival.

Exposition over, America raises her chin slightly, 'somewhere beyond our reality.' One finger traces one of the star tattoos at her wrists. "And you've traced where they're opening these doors from?"

***

Dusting himself off, Jason comes back to a shaky stand still rather jarred from his fall. The new surroundings don't do much to ease him either people talking all kinds oddness only adding onto it. He grumbles almost completely inaudible with his usual heavily graveled voice. "My head" He's in about the right state for someone thrown from a window.

***

"Unusual space guns getting moved into-" Kate pauses, brows rising. "Yeah, I ran into some of that a couple weeks ago." She crosses her arms loosely over her chest, doing her best to look unimpressed by the fact that she's on a spaceship, surrounded by aliens. "A huge woman, like seven feet tall, came out of some sort of portal. There were guys moving space guns, and it took…some sort of frequency to bust them. The woman said something about trying to find whoever was in charge of extraterrestrial defense." Turning, she looks back to May and Coulson, then arches a brow at Jericho. "Is that what we're talking about?"

***

"I told you I wanted nothing to do with Budapest, but no," May mutters to Coulson darkly. "Reason number twenty six." She tilts her head to one side then the other as if trying to relieve some tension in her neck, and then she looks from Jericho to the images offered as he explains why everyone was chosen to appear here without advance notice. At least it doesn't resemble what little she knows about Stark Tech. Though, that being said, it means the items being mentioned are entirely unfamiliar to her. She crosses her arms and glances at Coulson in a silent question, considering that he's got a higher security clearance than she does.

***

Agent Coulson shrugs again, looking from Jericho, to those gathered, to May, "Don't look at me. If this was Stark's tech, he'd be on The View, The Chew, The Woo, The Do, and The Poo promoting it. The guy never misses a chance to promote himself." he pauses and gives May a second glance, "You ok? You had a bit of limp back there." he asks, before getting his head back into the game, "Well, then. We've got portals and alternate realtiies. Anyone check with Aperture? They usually deal in stuff like this."

***

As Jericho has been talking, Babs positions herself in a more unobtrusive position. One where she can see as many of those present as possible, and be observed as least as possible. Jason gets a brief nod of recognition, if he's in any condition to see it.

At the mention of tech and portals, her green eyes harden and her attention is caught. As each of the others in the room speak, Babs pays attention to each one, assessing them.

Finally, returning her attention to Jericho "You say you've analysed this technology here, Mr Trent? That implies you have something to look at."

***

"I am not hiding! I am resetting the calibration of my arch pistol from /kill/ to /stun/ so just in case I shoot, the worse they do is wet the floor." Note, it's grated for a reason?! "Parallel, I theorize it opened parallel." The small voltage discharge sounds and Orn grunts loudly, snapping his massive form around to swipe at K'tten and leave her there exposed again.

Guests mean he gets to test his new food-stuffs on them! Coffee and donuts. Psh.

At least Miss Chavez is correct in regards to prima facie, a smile is carved just as easily into a jack-o-lantern, and just as quickly it can wither due to /shifts/, so does her smile for the moment as she listens to what Jericho says and then scans the crowd once more.

Depalo leans in, his words an insectile like clicking noise, his own language as the Ex-Dominator speaks his peace and leaves as well, leaving Kori not showing that tension that sits between her shoulders and /stretches/.

"No, leave them to it." Stepping off the doorway threshold Starfire leans to the side and reaches an arm up and out as if to prop herself against the opposing wall. The door hisses closed but just nefore it seals …

"Orn, don't you dare let Depalo—- Now /none/ of us can eat that…"

***

Jericho arches an amused eyebrow at Starfire. Her crew is hilarious. Not that he'd ever actually say that because her crew is also among the most dangerous beings he knows. And he likes having his tech and internal organs where they are.

"We know roughly where, America." Yes, he looked her up. "But not how to replicate the dimensional technology short of trying to reverse engineer any of it. And it's not Stark Tech, so far as I can tell. Not unless Stark's been messing with tech-induced psychic abilities." America could tell them a thing or two about those, perhaps.

"Most of this stuff seems to interface with the brain in ways that frankly even Deplo - the resident probe-master - doesn't really understand. And fortunately, yes Babs, we do have examples of the tech to look at. I even brought a few small ones for show and tell." The hacker leans forward and deposites half a dozen cybernetic implants on the table ranging in size from the that of a quarter to that of a fist. "These were all recovered off the remains of the war party America, myself and a couple others encountered. What I'm most worried about is who is doing this and way. Seeding potentially mind altering tech around three major metropolitan areas is pretty ominous if nothing else."

Kate's question gets a frown. "Might be related. I'd have to look closer to say. The only visitors I've seen were armed and armored cyborgs but I've only seen portals once." Seen the tech a couple times though so clearly there have been other portals.

***

A half-smile appears on America's lips. "You won't need to worry about replicating the technology. You can get there," she states simply with full confidence. Her fingers toy with her star pendant absent-mindedly as she speaks, "Now the question is, what will you do once you know you can get there?"

Now that she does not percieve an immediate threat from the crew, who seems to be familiar with Jericho, she looks at each one of the otherss and positively stares at Kate for one or two heartbeats.

Then she reminds herself- this is not Earth 616. Still, it was a good thing to have a Kate Bishop around.

***

Jason readjusts his collar, and jacket back into a proper order, returning Oracles nod with one of his own. He's still out of sorts but he's there enough to get the gist of what's going on, enough that it's raising some mental red flags, as he looks about at the various friendly faces, re-holstering his pistol back where it belongs.

***

"If you want to talk gun running, you should also talk to Harper," Kate suggests. "He's been tracking some smugglers for a while. And I'd bet even aliens find it easier to use established channels for the trade rather than set up something new. Probably." Catching the look from America, she manages a polite - if confused - smile. "Really? All this, but I'm the one you're going to stare at? Not the albino wookie?"

***

Melinda May flicks her eyes toward Coulson in a very brief glare at his inquiry about her possibly having a limp, a look that all but says aloud, 'don't ask and I won't lie to you'. Finally, she turns her attention back to Jericho and the items in question. "Do you have a timeline and map of the sightings?" With the data collecting and crunching capabilities of SHIELD, it's possible that a correlation can be found here. It's at least worth a try.

Though right now, May is really very tempted to walk over there and steal a spoonful of K'Nert's ice cream. And the little bastard would be smart to not complain, considering how many pints of Ben & Jerry's she's given the critter.

***

Agent Coulson nods in agreement with May, "A map of where incursions have happened can give us a pattern and an idea of what's going on. If they're seeding for an invasion, there's methods that leave a trail. If they're inserting sleeper cell type things, it'll be more random, but even then there's still a pattern to pull out of it." he sees the donuts out and makes a beeline for the coffee, "Oooh, Boston Creme." he says, snagging a pastry. Minutes ago? Firefight in Hungary, now? Alien spacecraft with breakfast service. One thing you can't deny: The life of a Field Supervisor is anything but boring.

***

Moving to the table, Babs picks up one of the devices and returns to her place. She takes some time to examine the device, but its a cursory look only. "As I understand it, you don't know where this stuff has been sent so far; The young woman over there" and Babs nods at America "says she can get you to the source of the portal. As she quite rightly asks, what will you do when you there?" Pausing, she turns her gaze to May, Coulson and Kat "These three think they can track the deliveries." Turning the device over in her hand, she considers it once more "Did you onboard examinations indicate whether you could tap into the devices themselves and track the others? Surely, if these are some form of control device there must be source a signal which can be used."

***

"There were indications of tracing and control circuitry but we can't figure out how it's activated or what the power source is. Given the character of the rest of the tech, my hypothesis is that it's activated psychically, but I'm not a hardware expert, just a code expert, so I can't say for sure. As for what I'd do if I could get there…" Jericho eyes America now. "I'd tread very carefully given what I've seen just a dozen of these guys do to people's wills." Because a certain unnamed heroine punched another one. Hard.

In eresponse to May and Coulson's query, Jericho pulls up a holo map of the tri-city corridor. "There's only been one incursion here in Metropolis." A location lights up. "I've found a dozen tech sites at these locations. Mostly small broadcasters but what they were broadcasting is a bit beyond me." More locations, all three cities. "And I suspect about forty or fifty more I haven't had time to run down." More locations light up. The mix is odd. Industrial plants, residences, military bases, government buildings, one large landfill.

"Er… Kate… America… everything okay over there?"

Lucky gets a smile. "I hope you can fill Pepper and Stark in on this? I didn't want to yank her out of a board meeting…"

***

At Kate's reply, America simply raises an eyebrow and her smile grows from half to a little more than that, ut briefly, as Babs speaks, and then she gets asked a question.

"Everything's fine," she says simply. "As for psychic stuff, there's plenty of mutants who deal with that. Get them on board as suppressors, problem solved."

***

"Heh" Jason shakes his head having figured this wasn't something for him. He pulls out a rather tiny leather bound book, and starts scribbling down a few notes. If he can get back in one piece he should be just fine. He's not going to mention his feelings on the matter but they'd be plain on his face to someone with the right training, as he tosses the little booklet back away, placing his hands deep inside the pockets of his jacket.

***

"All good," Kate assures Jericho, before promptly wandering away from the group to inspect the spaceship. Because, you know. Spaceship. Way more interesting than psychic cyborg parts being run by aliens. Or at least involving less logistics and more potential for WHOA COOL.

***

Melinda May studies the map and can't help but frown faintly when the number of little spots on it accumulates faster than she can memorize. "I'm going to need that either on a portable drive or in my email." She looks at Coulson again, still more silent communication. Would Fury want to question their source if they bring this intel to him to follow up on?

***

"I would suspect the energy source is biologic." Babs shrugs "Without testing it, it's hard to tell but it makes sense. Plug it in and the whatever it's controlling, powers it." The tone is a little dry. And then America speaks "If you have psychics available, it could be worth seeing what they sense from the device in it's dormant and active forms."

***

Jericho nods. "That seems fairly likely. Just hard to say. Also, I don't really know any psychics, sadly." That last to America. "And I have no idea if tech based psyichics functions off the same principles." Knowing relatively little about either. "Alright, Coulson and May and… where'd Kate go. I'll send you three back. Can't have folks missing you. Lucky I'll… uh… send you back to Stark tower." A few taps and that's accomplished. "Babs, America, do you wish to head back or look around?"

***

"I can stay," America says. It has been a few months since she has been aboard a ship like this. "And as far as psychics go… I can point you to a few." That is, of course, assuming that the ones in Earth 616 of whom she knew also existed here. It was worth a shot, anyways.

***

"I do really need to get back…." and Babs casts a look around "But if you're offering a guided tour first, I can spare the time." She smirks slightly, her green eyes gleaming.

***

Jericho chuckles. "Come on you two." He says motioning. Out in the corridor the crew seems to have cleared out. Knowing that one seems to be a dimensional visitor and the other likes technology he takes them both back first toward the beating heart of the ship: Engineering and the Star Drive. It's currently powered down for reasons he hasn't asked Koriand'r to explain to him, but it does make for a hell of a sight.

"The Starfire is Koriand'r ship. It's the last of it's kind and, sadly, K'tten and Kori may be the last of theirs."

***

That could explain why America hasn't heard of their people. Or maybe they simply don't exist in the other universes she has been to. "I'm America, by the way," she says to Barbara as they are given the tour. "America Chavez."

Kori and K'tten were the last of their kind, perhaps. America could sympathize- she was the only one of her kind anywhere outside of the Utopian Parallel- to which she could never return.

***

Babs takes everything in, her eyes moving around the area, assessing and cataloguing. As America introduces herself, Babs looks at her, smiles and offers her hand "Babs, Babs Gordon. Nice to meet properly after receiving such an interesing invitation." Babs flicks her eyes to Jericho at that, then back to America

***

Jericho coughs as a little Imp hops up on the back of Babs' chair and balances there. "Yeah sorry about that. Like I said I didn't trust any of this stuff to the airwaves. The tech we're looking at is pretty advanced and I can't rule out the possibility of agents, sleeper or otherwise." Is that little paranoid? Yes. Jericho's life makes this necessary, sadly.

***

"I understand. Next time, though, a little warning. I've punched people off walls for smaller surprises." America looks at the imp with curiosity, but acknowledges Barbara's name. The last name, of course, doesn't mean anything to her- not really being familiar with Gotham. Of course, there's countless Gordons around, but chances were that a Gothamite with good memory would know the wheelchair-bound redhead with such a surname as the Comissioner's daughter, the one who suffered the traumatic loss of her mobility due to a home invasion.

There was no Gotham in the worlds America has visited, and no Barbara, and definitely no Batman. "Good to meet you, Babs."

***

Babs deadpans Jericho on that comment "You know how to get in touch with me." and then K'nert is on the back of her chair. Twisting to look at The Imp, Babs introduces herself "Hi, I'm Babs. I take it you're K'Nert. Would you like to sit on the arm instead of up there?" She has no idea if the creature understands or not.

***

And where she lives, which was enough for the ship to zero in on her. "I'll take that under advisement." Jericho chuckles as they enter engineering. "I'm told the stardrive itself is offline but even so it still puts out enough power to keep the lights on in Metro all by itself." Walking over to one of the consoles he pulls up some basic schematics for the two women to look at. Flight data, weaponry, sensor abilities, life support. Nothing that Kori would consider secret but enough to show that this is really quite an impressive ship she has.

"K'nert, so help me if you bite Babs or America I'm booting you out an airlock." Which the demon would survive. It's come up.

***

"I'm bite-proof," America says with a smirk, and then quickly looks at K'nert. "That was not a challenge," she clarifies.

***

Babs is suitably impressed with what she's seeing. The fact she remains silent, isn't a telling point, it's how she is. At Jericho's comment she twists again "Well I'm not, so please don't." and looking back to Jericho "Why would he bite us?"

***

"Because he's a demon." Jericho explains off handedly. POssible he's grown a bit too used to dealing with them in recent months. "Demons, at least demons from where he's from, are all about power relationships. If he can do something to you and get away with it, it establishes his dominance. It's… instinct and culture. And unlike with dogs, it can be kind of dangerous."

Fortunately Jericho has won enough dominace games against K'nert that the imp generally doesn't question him, but that doesn't extend to anyone else.

***

The young hispanic woman gives K'nert a very long look, one that explains exactly where he will be kicked if he wants to extend a cultural experience to her. "Not unlike gods, then," America says. She's not very fond of those, either.

***

Blinking at that explaination, Babs twists again and looks at The Imp. Turning back to Jericho, Babs motions to consoles "Please do go on." It seems not even the threat of a Demon will quench her thirst for knowledge

***

Jericho chuckles a bit grimly. "Gods? Sounds like there's a story there." Fiddling with the controls he pulls up some of the more esoteric data the Starfire has gathered about the solar system. This is stuff NASA would probably love to get their hands on.

The imp is glaring at Jericho but doesn't indeed try to bite Babs. "Kori's ship here is pretty capable otherwise. Star Drive issue apart it could probably tool around the solar system, though where you'd go is a bit beyond me. Koriand'r herself uses it as sort of a refuge. Usually it stays in geosychonus orbit up here, though she's been kind enough to let us Outsiders come and go as we please and make use of the facilities, like the teleporters." Which has been handy on more than one occasion. She can also serve as a direct link for Jericho into the networks in places where he might otherwise be isolated due to remote location.

***

"Outsiders?" America asks, another strange team name. She makes note of the teleporter- that could come in handy. She can fly extremely fast,but sometimes that isn't enough. "I will probably have a few questions about what all of you do," she says, but then remembers something. "However, I left something important unfinished." And she had already paid, to boot. "I'd like to get back to it. But we can talk further later."

***

"I don't suppose they'ld let us take her out for a spin? You know, once around the block so to speak, see how she handles." Babs is joking and grins to show it. Then America takes her leave… "Well it was nice to meet you, America. If I'm the last one, you better send me back too, Mr Trent. Please don't be a stranger, I might be able to help with this, if you like."

***

"I would like and so, if you don't mind, I won't be a stranger." Beat. "If I survive the next few days, that is." Jericho sighs and shakes his head at… something else. He seems, for a moment, very, very tired. "Well, come on then. I'll walk you back to the teleporter controls and send you on down. It looked like you had a project when I pulled you up."

***

Babs doesn't miss a thing. Turning to follow Jericho, she sighs "Did you want to discuss something else? Yes, I have a project, I always have a project, it will keep a while."

***

"Nothing I particularly wish to burden you with." Jericho says a bit carefully. "But part of the reason I had this discussion is that I've got a… fight coming up and there's a decent chance that I won't survive it. Not to be a fatalist but were I to not, it's important that there's someone else to follow up on this. And if I do, well… I'll need the help."

***

Stopping, Babs folds her arms and considers Jericho closely. "You either wish to burden me with it, or not, Mr Trent. Which is it? I've already offered my assistance previously and I have not withdrawn that offer."

***

Jericho chuckles again, a bit grimly. "I need to go get a piece of myself back from a demon lord before I go insane or he decides to use it against me to cast some truely ugly magic." Glancing over his shouler at the flashing green eyes he smiles, a bit strained. "The odds aren't great and explaining would require a great deal of background. But this is probably as bad a situation as I've ever been in."

***

Still considering Jericho, Babs eyes do indeed flash green "I'm sure." she murmurs "And what is it you would like me to do in all of this?"

***

Jericho shakes his head, setting up the controls to return both Babs and he back to Earth. "What you can. If you can follow up on this dimensional tech issue… I have a feeling it'll be important. Hopefully I'll live to follow up on it myself."

***

"I will do what I can, Mr Trent. If you're sure there is nothing more I can do?" Babs watches as he sets the transporter up and falls silent.

***

"If I think of anything I'll let you know." Jericho looks over to Babs and smiles another small, strained smile. "I appreciate the offer though. Okay… here we go. Transport in three… two… one…" Purple light surrounds them, then they're gone.


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