Several months later on the same rock from the Sun:
"Our soldiers got in touch with local revolutionary groups, under the guise of sympathisers. We have covertly given them a supply of our NZT-48T medication, which would improve their cognition skills significantly. They are now filled with revolutionary fervour and will seek to undermine the current Tsarist regime."
The Historian reported to the Committee.
"And those who disagreed with our plan, or running off with our drugs?" The Radical asked
"Absolutely not, we have read most of their thoughts, they are Red as Red gets."
"As a backup, we have modified several infants who are orphans. We have equipped them with capacity boosters and will transfer knowledge. They will emerge from the Revolution later after all the infighting has ceased."
"The Doc has ok'd the boosters to be adapted to human neurophysiology" He hastily added.
The Committee breathed a sign of relief, the Historian had shown them archives of human history, sees to be very heavy stuff. But they were like this many, many eons ago, so they were in no position to judge. Where there will be sentients, there will be war.
"Do we have an idea of the technology transfer we will be prepared to give to the humans once the Socialist State is established?" The Navigator asked.
"I was about to, please listen to the Weapons Officer." He pointed to an armoured figure beside him. The Weapons Officer prefer to wear a helmet to disguise his mammalian non-humanoid features.
"To reduce the amount of incongruence, we shall slightly tweak their technology by removing some of the defects, there will be no radical redesigns. "
Assistance would be given in dire circumstance, only.
The WO's voice had a very deep growl to it as if it came from a sabretooth tiger.
"We will not be offering them Civilisation technology that enables them to jump to FTL, that's a journey each race must take for themselves"
And we can avoid the ethics committee! Great, because they will examine our behaviour once we leave. He thought to himself.
Should we fail...That's a thought that echoed throughout the ship, literally.
"We won't fail. Worse comes to worst we would have to intervene directly" The Radical insisted.
He pointed to the floating map of Earth, it navigated from Eurasia to North America.
"Plan B, Nevada," He said, point to a desolate desert region.
"Also, our shuttle energy is not infinite, I think we need a base at sea level to save ourselves some travel," He said.
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Several days later
The base was a flurry of action when Hephaniara appeared with a bundle to her chest.
"What is this? A baby? A human baby? " The Navigator was surprised at the bundle held by the Doctor.
"Yes, a baby, I think it wants some milk. Too bad our proteins and amino acids will kill him..." She smiled.
The Navigator was thinking about some breast jokes when he stopped. If she really wanted to know, she could pierce his occluded mind barrier. That would be awkward.
"I am going to adopt him." She said.
"That's crazy. What are we going to do with a baby? A human baby? We can't raise it on the ship! It will develop terrible social skills."
"It needs to stay in a human village."
"Trouble is, I think he's targeted for assassination." She replied. "The Marines found him near a village, which has been razed. There are dead bodies everywhere. He's found under the bed. See the blood on his hands?"
That is a big problem, he looked at the tiny paws. Red blood. Human blood.
"The funny thing is? We did some DNA analysis, none of the dead bodies belonged to his parents or relatives. He's ..displaced"
Well, it looks like we are both screwed, I am stuck on this rock, and you with some bounty hunter after you. The Navigator signed.
At this, the tiny eyes looked at him, an alien thought appeared in his mind space.
What's a bounty hunter?
Did you just sense my thoughts? He was surprised that this planet had psionics. But an undeveloped infant brain should not have mastered linguistics or thought patterns. This is getting interesting. He had to make his mind shield a little stronger. He waited a few minutes.
With no answers forthcoming, the baby went back to sleep.
"You sense him too?" Hephaniara said. "I think we have found a prodigy. Think about the research potentials! we could rewrite human history!"
"About that rewriting...."
"Sorry, I meant there are still unexplained occurrences in human history we haven't found an explanation for. Even though we've been through many intergalactic lanes and wormholes and L-Gates and visited so many human-Earths."
"History books, I meant... rewriting history books." She covered.
"You should probably talk to the Historian about that...." the Navigator was tired, but humouring her.
"We'll put it to a vote," he said, "But he's going back once he hit his teens."
Little did they know the decision that they made that day would give birth to one of the most influential star empires in this galaxy
"Our soldiers got in touch with local revolutionary groups, under the guise of sympathisers. We have covertly given them a supply of our NZT-48T medication, which would improve their cognition skills significantly. They are now filled with revolutionary fervour and will seek to undermine the current Tsarist regime."
The Historian reported to the Committee.
"And those who disagreed with our plan, or running off with our drugs?" The Radical asked
"Absolutely not, we have read most of their thoughts, they are Red as Red gets."
"As a backup, we have modified several infants who are orphans. We have equipped them with capacity boosters and will transfer knowledge. They will emerge from the Revolution later after all the infighting has ceased."
"The Doc has ok'd the boosters to be adapted to human neurophysiology" He hastily added.
The Committee breathed a sign of relief, the Historian had shown them archives of human history, sees to be very heavy stuff. But they were like this many, many eons ago, so they were in no position to judge. Where there will be sentients, there will be war.
"Do we have an idea of the technology transfer we will be prepared to give to the humans once the Socialist State is established?" The Navigator asked.
"I was about to, please listen to the Weapons Officer." He pointed to an armoured figure beside him. The Weapons Officer prefer to wear a helmet to disguise his mammalian non-humanoid features.
"To reduce the amount of incongruence, we shall slightly tweak their technology by removing some of the defects, there will be no radical redesigns. "
Assistance would be given in dire circumstance, only.
The WO's voice had a very deep growl to it as if it came from a sabretooth tiger.
"We will not be offering them Civilisation technology that enables them to jump to FTL, that's a journey each race must take for themselves"
And we can avoid the ethics committee! Great, because they will examine our behaviour once we leave. He thought to himself.
Should we fail...That's a thought that echoed throughout the ship, literally.
"We won't fail. Worse comes to worst we would have to intervene directly" The Radical insisted.
He pointed to the floating map of Earth, it navigated from Eurasia to North America.
"Plan B, Nevada," He said, point to a desolate desert region.
"Also, our shuttle energy is not infinite, I think we need a base at sea level to save ourselves some travel," He said.
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Several days later
The base was a flurry of action when Hephaniara appeared with a bundle to her chest.
"What is this? A baby? A human baby? " The Navigator was surprised at the bundle held by the Doctor.
"Yes, a baby, I think it wants some milk. Too bad our proteins and amino acids will kill him..." She smiled.
The Navigator was thinking about some breast jokes when he stopped. If she really wanted to know, she could pierce his occluded mind barrier. That would be awkward.
"I am going to adopt him." She said.
"That's crazy. What are we going to do with a baby? A human baby? We can't raise it on the ship! It will develop terrible social skills."
"It needs to stay in a human village."
"Trouble is, I think he's targeted for assassination." She replied. "The Marines found him near a village, which has been razed. There are dead bodies everywhere. He's found under the bed. See the blood on his hands?"
That is a big problem, he looked at the tiny paws. Red blood. Human blood.
"The funny thing is? We did some DNA analysis, none of the dead bodies belonged to his parents or relatives. He's ..displaced"
Well, it looks like we are both screwed, I am stuck on this rock, and you with some bounty hunter after you. The Navigator signed.
At this, the tiny eyes looked at him, an alien thought appeared in his mind space.
What's a bounty hunter?
Did you just sense my thoughts? He was surprised that this planet had psionics. But an undeveloped infant brain should not have mastered linguistics or thought patterns. This is getting interesting. He had to make his mind shield a little stronger. He waited a few minutes.
With no answers forthcoming, the baby went back to sleep.
"You sense him too?" Hephaniara said. "I think we have found a prodigy. Think about the research potentials! we could rewrite human history!"
"About that rewriting...."
"Sorry, I meant there are still unexplained occurrences in human history we haven't found an explanation for. Even though we've been through many intergalactic lanes and wormholes and L-Gates and visited so many human-Earths."
"History books, I meant... rewriting history books." She covered.
"You should probably talk to the Historian about that...." the Navigator was tired, but humouring her.
"We'll put it to a vote," he said, "But he's going back once he hit his teens."
Little did they know the decision that they made that day would give birth to one of the most influential star empires in this galaxy
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