[Campaign/Scenario Seed] The Bedlam Girls
Dec 14, 2023 17:10:58 GMT
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Post by Catsmate on Dec 14, 2023 17:10:58 GMT
A fancy that's been lurking in my mind for a while. Or perhaps with was the mild 'flu that's annoying me,,,,
The Bedlam Girls.
Dorothy, once the team's medic and healer.
Alice, their sparks and Navigator, her brain connected to Tinkerbelle, a connection deeper than lovers. But she'd tried to understand and that's nearly broken her mind.
Wendy had been their leader, but had vowed not to lead again.
The Bedlam Girls.
Dorothy, Alice, and Wendy and Jane
Susan and Lucy, we're callin' your names
All the Lost Girls who came out of the rain
And chose to go back on the shelf
Tinker Bell says, and I find I agree
You have to break rules if you want to break free
So do as you like—we're determined to be
Wicked girls saving ourselves
Susan and Lucy, we're callin' your names
All the Lost Girls who came out of the rain
And chose to go back on the shelf
Tinker Bell says, and I find I agree
You have to break rules if you want to break free
So do as you like—we're determined to be
Wicked girls saving ourselves
It all started with a war, as such things usually do. Or perhaps not. Maybe the war will never have happened.
It was the Greatest War to many, the war across time and space, across multiple universes, between Us and the Enemy, whomever they were.
It might have begun when the universe was small and young, pitting order and reason against chaos and unreason in the days when the operating rules of the universe were still flexible. Or was it to exterminate the Things that had survived from the previous universe, hiding inside black holes?
Or maybe it happened aeons later, between the Great Lords and the Chaotics, different aspects of the fight between order and disorder, logic and paradox.
Or maybe it happened aeons later, between the Great Lords and the Chaotics, different aspects of the fight between order and disorder, logic and paradox.
Or perhaps it fought when the Aristocrats were strong but heading towards their decadence, and their weakness provokes a grab for universal power from one of the younger races.
Perchance it started when the universe was incomprehensibly old, heading towards the finality of the Big Rip (or whatever its fate was to have been before the Great Meddling) when both sides, and their surviving allies, tried to survive the final end. At any cost.
Or maybe it was all of these, a war fought during the entire span of the universe’s existence, with most observers unaware of what was happening, until it encompassed them, and then they changed without knowing they had ever been different.
But whenever it was fought, between whom, and for what reasons things happened, allies were recruited, willing or not. Or for a period the Nobles reached into the foam that underlies reality and plucked out people who never were, or would be, and made soldiers of them.
One group of these never-people called themselves the Lost Girls. Six humans, from a race that was known for its ability to fight and survive, and ability to make good tools, all female, none of them ever to have known a true life. Given form to fight for their masters.
Or maybe it was all of these, a war fought during the entire span of the universe’s existence, with most observers unaware of what was happening, until it encompassed them, and then they changed without knowing they had ever been different.
But whenever it was fought, between whom, and for what reasons things happened, allies were recruited, willing or not. Or for a period the Nobles reached into the foam that underlies reality and plucked out people who never were, or would be, and made soldiers of them.
One group of these never-people called themselves the Lost Girls. Six humans, from a race that was known for its ability to fight and survive, and ability to make good tools, all female, none of them ever to have known a true life. Given form to fight for their masters.
The seventh was what the lesser species called an ‘Artificial Intelligence’, a meaningless concept after a certain level of development, when the differentiation between organic and inorganic, evolved and designed, becomes a meaninglessly trivial exercise in casuistry.
And then the war was gone, had never been.
And then the war was gone, had never been.
And outside reality the Lost Girls and the others like them were needed no more. Their controllers could have returned them to the nothing from whence they’d came, back to non-existence. But they’d been useful tools and they planned to grant them life.
Not together of course, that would be sentimentally foolish. Nor would they have retained their memories of service, and certainly not the abilities granted to them by quantum entanglement with black holes and similar meddling with reality. No, they’d be given human form and dropped into history in suitable settings, to live out the short lives of such ephemerals.
However the instrumenta vocale had other ideas and some of their lesser masters sympathised with them, they’d fought and died together, and that experience builds odd loyalties, bonds that those who direct the conflict from afar can’t understand.
They escaped, fleeing into reality aboard a stolen ship, albeit one far less than the great Warships they’d known, served on and destroyed during the War That Hadn’t Been.
Tinkerbell, the ship's consciousness, her avatar is a winged fairy
Not together of course, that would be sentimentally foolish. Nor would they have retained their memories of service, and certainly not the abilities granted to them by quantum entanglement with black holes and similar meddling with reality. No, they’d be given human form and dropped into history in suitable settings, to live out the short lives of such ephemerals.
However the instrumenta vocale had other ideas and some of their lesser masters sympathised with them, they’d fought and died together, and that experience builds odd loyalties, bonds that those who direct the conflict from afar can’t understand.
They escaped, fleeing into reality aboard a stolen ship, albeit one far less than the great Warships they’d known, served on and destroyed during the War That Hadn’t Been.
Tinkerbell, the ship's consciousness, her avatar is a winged fairy
Dorothy, once the team's medic and healer.
Alice, their sparks and Navigator, her brain connected to Tinkerbelle, a connection deeper than lovers. But she'd tried to understand and that's nearly broken her mind.
Wendy had been their leader, but had vowed not to lead again.
Jane was the Sage, the only who knew things, useless, vital things. The one who could see the patterns. Older than the others by several lifetimes.
Susan was the investigator, the planner, the creator of missions.
Susan was the investigator, the planner, the creator of missions.
Lucy had been the Warrior, but no longer would she fight a war she couldn't understand.
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