Plot Bunny: A Star Trek Augment joins Young Justice.
Might only be a one-shot. Having real...
Might only be a one-shot. Having real...
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Plot Bunny: A Star Trek Augment joins Young Justice.
Might only be a one-shot. Having real trouble writing again.
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August 21st, 2260
Trialas IV
Lyan Soong watched from the window, as she sat immersed. The holopads and data recorders around her flared and lit as she spun, typing and tapping with the speed of a cheetah. A loud beep resounded within the chamber, a thing of glass and green grass, only marred by plants. Two machines whirred to life inside as the holopads disappeared in flares of light.
Inside the glass, Sybil's eyes narrowed, her face taut despite her small stature. For a girl of fourteen, she was brilliant. Lyan Soong smiled behind the glass, watching as two combat-bots stepped forward, striking out as their positronic circuits whirred. Heat exchanged from their backs, as Sybil struck out – one fist caving on one bot, the other's leg snapping with a crack.
Lyan often allotted her a few minutes to do this task. It often took seconds. Enough to defeat her enemies, then relax for the remainder.
Sadism. That was what grandfather and father had taught to avoid. Violence. Hatred. These are things that undo those beyond human. To truly be beyond us, they must be better than us. Better than human.
As she held a butterfly on her finger, Sybil-021 showed all the signs of a success. Enhanced intelligence. Enhanced physicality. Dexterity. Reflexes. Ethical pondering. Humanity, congealed into a few adjectives and nouns. Lyan rubbed an eye, watching as the alarm blooped again – and screens snapped back to life. With a pounce, Sybil was on them again – seeing nothing beyond the glass but rolling hills. False ones.
To her, Lyan was nothing. A ghost who made her. The voice in all the trials, nothing more.
It was how it had to be. This was research. More to the point, she might kill him. Set back decades, even centuries of Soong family research. Worse still than Grandfather Arik's experiments with older embryos – straight from the time of the Eugenics Wars.
They were better now. Stronger.
Lyan stared out from behind the glass – and though she could not see him, Lyan felt that she saw something beyond that glass. He wondered if it was him – or something else? After all – she had never seen another human being before. Only in pictures. Newsfeeds.
Lyan turned away from the tank, stepping down a metal corridor under a low ceiling. He tucked through a hatchway, sealing it behind him. Eleven years old – never saw a human face. Only the voice, and the machines.
It was what had to be.
That's why Lyan told himself as he stepped into his personal lounge – looking out over the ruins of the old facility the ancient Augments had survived in. Where Archer and his goons had found a way to destroy the failures.
It was such a place that gave him great pride in his new pupil. Perfect in every way.
A device at his hip bleeped. "Yes?"
"Doctor Soong," a robotic voice croaned. "Sensor Contact. USS Hesperus – Delphus Class. Already in orbit – scanning the surface as part of a recharting mission. They've detected our emissions." Anita – Lyan's station computer – was not sentient. Despite that, her autoparser made her sound more human than even -021. The girl spoke rarely. Such was her nature.
Small comforts on this rock.
"Full shutdown," Doctor Soong ordered. They would not find him. "Can we get a visual identification? Why wasn't this ship's docket listed?"
"Orders from-"
"Thirty-One," Soong said. They were after him. They'd been after him since he'd stolen the data from their research into the augments. Their idea was to steal them – find the Botany Bay and take them back. Mine was too long-term, Soong thought, entirely too ethical for Admiral Marcus.
As if ethics came into the picture with a girl like Sybil-021. No last name. No family. Locked away for her entire life. A regular-day Rapunzel, complete with the hair.
"Doctor. Transporter transponder detected. Additional detection: Waverider Shuttle has disembarked and is inbound," Anita said, "Detection: Multiple armed individuals are locked on this facility. Per protocol, I have initiated full lockdown and full holometric shielding."
"It won't hold."
"Negative, Doctor. Delphus-Class weapons are more than capable of destroying this facility."
"They'll try to take us alive. Torture me. Study and freeze her. Anita – commence the output flood of the outer decks."
An explosion rocked the facility. "Warning. Escape routes compromised. Multiple transphasic torpedo hits to the upper echelons of the mountain. They are excavating."
Soong's brows narrowed. "Plan Omicron," he ordered. "Get her out of here. Prepare the seismic charges."
"Understood, Doctor Soong."
Over the mountain, a dolphin-shaped starship slowly closed, phaser cannons blasting apart the mountain with staccato pfwwws of pulsar energy. Torpedos struck hard, atomizing sections of mountain, as ground teams advanced on the entrance.
Automated Phaser turrets began pulse-firing, annihilating black-suited Section 31 troopers. They returned fire with Photon Antitank weapons and heavy Phase Cannons, breaching multiple entrances.
Doctor Soong stood in his lounge, watching them tear apart his facility's frontal facades. The cavern would hold – if only for moments. It didn't matter.
She would be safe. Already, Anita was loosing her from her cage, into lower ducts.
Crawling on her hands and knees, Subject 21 – no, Sybil, would be free. Deeper in the facility, the Transwarp gateway would take her far. Farther than any human had ever gone.
There, she would rebuild, at the helm of her own Runabout.
Create a new world – a world of augmented men and women, ones built in her glorious image.
Soong reached over to a nearby device as the cave was breached, Section 31 weapons firing and destroying sections of the area around him. "Tea. Chai, Iced." It phased into Soong's hand, and he took a sip as the glass was struck by a Photon round. It atomized, and the harsh atmosphere of Trialas sucked him away, body bouncing past the Section 31 thugs as he fell unconscious.
"Doctor," Anita said in his corpse's ear, "She is aboard the Runabout. Safe travels, wherever life takes you."
He'd programmed the line himself. A final ode if he was alive for that long.
Deep inside the mountain, Sybil hurried into a seat – eyes darting around the unfamiliar ship. Ahead, a silvery gateway flickered and roared. Subject 21 pressed the ship inside, energy roiling around it.
Inside Anita's circuitry, the Virtual Intelligence detected a mass-related failure in the Transwarp system. The ship was too heavy – the Dilithium unable to be properly transported. Relocated, perhaps – using the Trionic Bypass System. It'd leave the ship stranded, without Warp – but it'd go somewhere.
Anita activated the bypass, following a precise set of subroutines.
Only – those subroutines were wrong.
The conclusion was flawed, based off an entirely too tired night by Doctor Soong, after a very intense medical emergency in Sybil's predecessor's infancy.
He had not, in fact, discovered a way to allow a ship to be transwarped anywhere in the galaxy.
He had discovered a way to transwarp a ship to another universe.
A small spacecraft roared to life not in the world of Starships and Aliens – but in a world of Heroes.
A world where Sybil could be.
Might only be a one-shot. Having real trouble writing again.
==
August 21st, 2260
Trialas IV
Lyan Soong watched from the window, as she sat immersed. The holopads and data recorders around her flared and lit as she spun, typing and tapping with the speed of a cheetah. A loud beep resounded within the chamber, a thing of glass and green grass, only marred by plants. Two machines whirred to life inside as the holopads disappeared in flares of light.
Inside the glass, Sybil's eyes narrowed, her face taut despite her small stature. For a girl of fourteen, she was brilliant. Lyan Soong smiled behind the glass, watching as two combat-bots stepped forward, striking out as their positronic circuits whirred. Heat exchanged from their backs, as Sybil struck out – one fist caving on one bot, the other's leg snapping with a crack.
Lyan often allotted her a few minutes to do this task. It often took seconds. Enough to defeat her enemies, then relax for the remainder.
Sadism. That was what grandfather and father had taught to avoid. Violence. Hatred. These are things that undo those beyond human. To truly be beyond us, they must be better than us. Better than human.
As she held a butterfly on her finger, Sybil-021 showed all the signs of a success. Enhanced intelligence. Enhanced physicality. Dexterity. Reflexes. Ethical pondering. Humanity, congealed into a few adjectives and nouns. Lyan rubbed an eye, watching as the alarm blooped again – and screens snapped back to life. With a pounce, Sybil was on them again – seeing nothing beyond the glass but rolling hills. False ones.
To her, Lyan was nothing. A ghost who made her. The voice in all the trials, nothing more.
It was how it had to be. This was research. More to the point, she might kill him. Set back decades, even centuries of Soong family research. Worse still than Grandfather Arik's experiments with older embryos – straight from the time of the Eugenics Wars.
They were better now. Stronger.
Lyan stared out from behind the glass – and though she could not see him, Lyan felt that she saw something beyond that glass. He wondered if it was him – or something else? After all – she had never seen another human being before. Only in pictures. Newsfeeds.
Lyan turned away from the tank, stepping down a metal corridor under a low ceiling. He tucked through a hatchway, sealing it behind him. Eleven years old – never saw a human face. Only the voice, and the machines.
It was what had to be.
That's why Lyan told himself as he stepped into his personal lounge – looking out over the ruins of the old facility the ancient Augments had survived in. Where Archer and his goons had found a way to destroy the failures.
It was such a place that gave him great pride in his new pupil. Perfect in every way.
A device at his hip bleeped. "Yes?"
"Doctor Soong," a robotic voice croaned. "Sensor Contact. USS Hesperus – Delphus Class. Already in orbit – scanning the surface as part of a recharting mission. They've detected our emissions." Anita – Lyan's station computer – was not sentient. Despite that, her autoparser made her sound more human than even -021. The girl spoke rarely. Such was her nature.
Small comforts on this rock.
"Full shutdown," Doctor Soong ordered. They would not find him. "Can we get a visual identification? Why wasn't this ship's docket listed?"
"Orders from-"
"Thirty-One," Soong said. They were after him. They'd been after him since he'd stolen the data from their research into the augments. Their idea was to steal them – find the Botany Bay and take them back. Mine was too long-term, Soong thought, entirely too ethical for Admiral Marcus.
As if ethics came into the picture with a girl like Sybil-021. No last name. No family. Locked away for her entire life. A regular-day Rapunzel, complete with the hair.
"Doctor. Transporter transponder detected. Additional detection: Waverider Shuttle has disembarked and is inbound," Anita said, "Detection: Multiple armed individuals are locked on this facility. Per protocol, I have initiated full lockdown and full holometric shielding."
"It won't hold."
"Negative, Doctor. Delphus-Class weapons are more than capable of destroying this facility."
"They'll try to take us alive. Torture me. Study and freeze her. Anita – commence the output flood of the outer decks."
An explosion rocked the facility. "Warning. Escape routes compromised. Multiple transphasic torpedo hits to the upper echelons of the mountain. They are excavating."
Soong's brows narrowed. "Plan Omicron," he ordered. "Get her out of here. Prepare the seismic charges."
"Understood, Doctor Soong."
Over the mountain, a dolphin-shaped starship slowly closed, phaser cannons blasting apart the mountain with staccato pfwwws of pulsar energy. Torpedos struck hard, atomizing sections of mountain, as ground teams advanced on the entrance.
Automated Phaser turrets began pulse-firing, annihilating black-suited Section 31 troopers. They returned fire with Photon Antitank weapons and heavy Phase Cannons, breaching multiple entrances.
Doctor Soong stood in his lounge, watching them tear apart his facility's frontal facades. The cavern would hold – if only for moments. It didn't matter.
She would be safe. Already, Anita was loosing her from her cage, into lower ducts.
Crawling on her hands and knees, Subject 21 – no, Sybil, would be free. Deeper in the facility, the Transwarp gateway would take her far. Farther than any human had ever gone.
There, she would rebuild, at the helm of her own Runabout.
Create a new world – a world of augmented men and women, ones built in her glorious image.
Soong reached over to a nearby device as the cave was breached, Section 31 weapons firing and destroying sections of the area around him. "Tea. Chai, Iced." It phased into Soong's hand, and he took a sip as the glass was struck by a Photon round. It atomized, and the harsh atmosphere of Trialas sucked him away, body bouncing past the Section 31 thugs as he fell unconscious.
"Doctor," Anita said in his corpse's ear, "She is aboard the Runabout. Safe travels, wherever life takes you."
He'd programmed the line himself. A final ode if he was alive for that long.
Deep inside the mountain, Sybil hurried into a seat – eyes darting around the unfamiliar ship. Ahead, a silvery gateway flickered and roared. Subject 21 pressed the ship inside, energy roiling around it.
Inside Anita's circuitry, the Virtual Intelligence detected a mass-related failure in the Transwarp system. The ship was too heavy – the Dilithium unable to be properly transported. Relocated, perhaps – using the Trionic Bypass System. It'd leave the ship stranded, without Warp – but it'd go somewhere.
Anita activated the bypass, following a precise set of subroutines.
Only – those subroutines were wrong.
The conclusion was flawed, based off an entirely too tired night by Doctor Soong, after a very intense medical emergency in Sybil's predecessor's infancy.
He had not, in fact, discovered a way to allow a ship to be transwarped anywhere in the galaxy.
He had discovered a way to transwarp a ship to another universe.
A small spacecraft roared to life not in the world of Starships and Aliens – but in a world of Heroes.
A world where Sybil could be.
An augment in a world filled with a variety of metahumans and superpowered aliens...
Sybil will have plenty of material to work with! Where Khan sought to exterminate man, Sybil will seek to elevate!
Fingers crossed that Superboy becomes her pet project!
Why only have the capability to draw energy from yellow sunlight, when the entire Electromagnetic Spectrum is just waiting to be tapped into?!
Sybil will have plenty of material to work with! Where Khan sought to exterminate man, Sybil will seek to elevate!
Fingers crossed that Superboy becomes her pet project!
Why only have the capability to draw energy from yellow sunlight, when the entire Electromagnetic Spectrum is just waiting to be tapped into?!
I'm picturing her mental abilities would allow her to perform the same feats found in The Pretender and Limitless!
Also, trolling Wally!
WALLY: Hey there, you! Welcome to our little home away from-
SYBIL: Cease and desist at once, if you please.
WALLY: Wha-?
SYBIL: Your transparent attempt to court my affections is both sad and demeaning to the both of us. Also, you are not my type.
Also, trolling Wally!
WALLY: Hey there, you! Welcome to our little home away from-
SYBIL: Cease and desist at once, if you please.
WALLY: Wha-?
SYBIL: Your transparent attempt to court my affections is both sad and demeaning to the both of us. Also, you are not my type.