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Sharah grabbed a medical tricorder and started scanning the MiniMe to see if she could determine what kind of life form it was. “Weir is it possible that she’s communicating with the other sphere and that’s causing the fluctuation?” Sharah shrugged this was not her area. “Yeah Weir let’s let the other one go. They are obviously living. We’ll have to figure out what to do with…myself, but let’s put the other back for now.” They might need to study them further. She knelt down to get eye level with…herself. She looked at the scan again. “What are you? I’m humanoid, do you know what you are?”

Lt jg Fayth, CSO

Caelian nodded, leaned to get the pilot’s attention. “Can we swing around? I’d like to deposit it back where we found it, if that’s possible. Should be one-eight-seven mark two-five. Thirty-thousand kilometers or so.”

As he felt the hum of the deck plates change from the course correction, the engineer checked his monitors and made a few additional notes. He would have liked to have studied the energy patterns and fluctuations for a while longer yet, but he agreed with Sharah: there was no point keeping it contained unnecessarily if it was sentient.

Readings of the tricorder showed Mini-Fayth was an exact physical match of Big-Fayth. Betazoid, humanoid, strong telepathy, etc. Curiously the strong telepathic abilities did not seem to be an issue for Mini-Fayth far as Big-Fayth could tell from observations. She also seemed to lack the full range of memories, and outright personality that Big-Fayth had obviously.

Mini-Fayth again considered the question posed to her. She looked down at herself then, up to Big-Fayth. “..I think I am too? I am you? Just smaller somehow.” she said.

Fayth honestly had no idea what to do. The scans showed she was just a tiny version of herself, that she was in fact real and life. They…no she had just helped create life, and not in any normal way that she knew of. “Well you are physically like me, but your memories, your…personality is different. We call this difference individuality.” She tried to filter the noise out and focus on the thoughts and feelings of her smaller self, but refrained from anything more than passive. She had absolutely no idea if the size of the mind mattered, it had never been....studied. How did it process energy? “Are you hungry?”

Feelings of the Mini-Fayth were first and foremost one of confusion, curiosity, and a touch of what would pass for anxiety. All normal responses for a humaniod in this state, but for a formerly energy based life form to material state who could say!

”..Hungry?” She inquired in confusion.

Checking the sensor readings once more as the runabout slowed, Caelian began plugging commands into his console. “Hold course and speed. Readings look good for transport. Lowering aft shields, scanning impulse wake. Initiating transport.”

A jolt ran through Caelian’s mind as the computer chirped. Behind him, he could hear the transporter system wind up. Curious, he pulled up the alert and glanced at the analysis. There was something about the second bubble’s pattern that almost looked like…

”…a synergistic response?” he whispered thoughtfully.

Sharah looked over at Weir, “Is that…are they connected?” If so it might be a bad idea to transport the other bubble away. It could harm the tiny person they had in the shuttle, and she couldn’t transport it out, the vacuum of space would kill her now.

Lt jg Fayth, CSO

“Aborting transport!” His hands slammed down on the console, raced across its glazed surface and against time. The bubble’s pattern was already converted, had made it through the pattern buffers, was almost reconstituted behind the runabout. Several alarms blared as he dumped power from the main converter and cycled the system into a maintenance loop to force a shutdown. Caelian’s heart hammered against his throat as he stared at his monitor, willing it to work.

When the transporter fell quiet and dark once more, he let out an explosive breath. There, in the containment field, was the blue-white pulse of the reality bubble. “Well, there’s my cardio for the day. Bringing aft shields back online.”

He turned to Sharah. “I’ll need some time to go over the runabout’s systems, make sure I didn’t blow any relays trying to get it back. While I don’t think it would have hurt to put it out into space again—being native energy and all—but we haven’t seen any kind of link between, uh, her and the rest of her kin outside. This is new, so we should play it safe.

—Caelian Weir, Engineer—

OOC: rolls some evil roach plan dice

The second bubble flickered wildly, pulsing more visibly now the definite sudden change then change again had put some kind of effect on it. In this case as they watched the energy pattern grew smaller until it winked out, vanishing off sensor scans and from the containment field/bubble. It was possible the sudden shifts of molecular transport and transport again had caused it to lose its molecular coherency and energy matrix. Effectively they had just killed it by accident.....

Mini-Fayth looked over to where the second reality bubble faded out, a sad look crossed her face and mind quite strongly at that, but also strongly of fear and confusion equally. Tears began to drip down from her eyes, and she wiped at them in more confusion. “..What is happening to me?” Mini-Fayth said. “..I feel empty, hollow, and I leak this.....fluid.”

GM CockRoach