4411/The Final Frontier

The Final Frontier
Date of Scene:	08 May 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Beryl, Silver Surfer

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Beryl has posed:
Minoke finally got her ship fixed. Has some navigation data. She climbs into the tiny vessel - it's basically just an engine. No life-support features or inertial dampeners or anything is needed. A ten-foot-long vessel that takes off and enters hyperspace. It emerges basically in the middle of nowhere as Minoke, linked to the ship's systems, does a scan. The ship picked... something... up with its sensors. So she tries to figure out what - maybe she passed it by in hyperspace, as it does in-dept sensor scans.

Silver Surfer has posed:
Silver Surfer happens to be some distance away, sitting on his board. This being has no ship or suit to protect him from the vaccum of space. Indeed it is as if he is right at home out here. It doesn't take him long for his attention to be drawn towards the incoming ship, however he does not approach it. Instead he watches from a distance.

Beryl has posed:
Minoke changes course to intercept. As starships go it's not very large. It could be construed as some kind of probe except the closest sign of life or other ship is a light-year away. She isn't sure what this entity is as she comes up then stops. The ship is unarmed. She tries a hailing signal, like she would talking to another ship.

Silver Surfer has posed:
Silver Surfer doesn't try to evade Minoke's ship as it approaches. Her hailing signal does not appear to have any effect. When the ship is close enough the Silver Surfer begins to slowly approach it.

Beryl has posed:
Minoke sighs softly. Very well. Perhaps a direct approach. The cockpit of the ship slowly opens up. No air hisses out. There is none in it. A greenish metallic fluid is inside which rapidly forms into a female shape - with green skin and red hair. Apparently a Coluan. She sits up and looks at you, eyebrow raised. Deep space - words are useless but physical contact would allow for speech to be understood.

Silver Surfer has posed:
Silver Surfer does not appear surprised at Minoke's reassembly, nor at the fact that her ship is without atmospheric controls. His face in contrast is expressionless, "How may I assist you traveller?"

Beryl has posed:
Minoke tilts her head. "I am curious. I am... heading towards a system that I might be able to find a home with and... my ship sensors detected something odd. And a silver-skinned person, on some kind of board, in the middle of deep space qualifies." She looks you over. "That is a strage metal you are composed of."

Silver Surfer has posed:
Silver Surfer replies, "I am the Silver Surfer. You are seeking -a- home? I am seeking -my- home. The.. 'strange metal' you speak of is truly my skin, my body. My composition allows me to survive in space without a vessel such as yours."

Beryl has posed:
Minoke nods. "It is very interesting. I am not sure if I count as alive. I am a construct. A gynoid perhaps. But what I cannot do on my own is travel through space. This is my... engine." She pats the ship. "I do not know where I come from. Some say my ship is Coluan. That I look like one. BUt I have no knowledge of this. I was told of a wonderful planet in Sector 2814. That has such diverse life. I think it was called Earth."

Silver Surfer has posed:
Silver Surfer studies Minoke for a moment, analyzing her makeup, "Yes.. you are an artificial life form. You are very sophisticated and independent. I have seen many androids, however most are under the care of an organic handler. However you are as alive as I. I too was created, or reborn by the hands of another. I have never been to Sector 2814, nor have I ever heard its' name. But I have seen many systems, and many species, yet I have not found my own planet. The one who created me has.. misplaced it. Not even he knows where the planet has moved to. I have no way of even knowing if my people still live."

Beryl has posed:
Minoke studies you intently. "I am sorry. I don't know where I belong either." She shrugs. "Maybe... we can be friends. My name is Minoke. It's the only memory I kept. Apparently my ship hit an ion storm and it damaged many things... I wasn't awake yet and... much was lost." She sighs. "My heart is scarred. Literally."

Silver Surfer has posed:
Silver Surfer frowns, "I see.. yes my memories were taken from me once. They were restored by a chance encounter with a being who sought to trap my former master by searching for knowledge of his weakness within my memories. Something was.. triggered and I suddenly remembered everything that I had forgotten while I was enslaved. Unfortunately restoring the memory of an android is far different. In your case the data is lost. I cannot restore your memories in the way that my memories were restored. I was simply blocked from being able to access them. Even as alive and sophisticated as you are, it is likely that your memory functions much like a computer's, in that lost data cannot be recovered unless a backup was created. Is it possible that your creator has done this? Perhaps if you find them they can restore your memory."

Beryl has posed:
Minoke nods slowly. "It's possible. And... my heart-core was scorched too. I've developed glitches. It's an extremely advanced computer... but... sometimes I get disoriented... I forget things I just learned... sometimes my speech synthesizer fails... I sometimes even lose my form..."