It was a scene that could be repeated in any number of starbases or ships; a simple lounge with a man in grey semi uniform clothing working on a padd. A human with distinguished grey sideburns yet with the sorts of features one expected him to have to the point he blended into the stereotype so well as to be completely forgettable.
Again and again the computer provided him with a negative result as he searched. His target had used an interface that not only filtered the memory of the computer but actually gave it nothing to remember at all..a surprising complexity. But then he noticed a code on a file fragment and a smile crossed his face murmuring “Got you.”
It wasn’t much, a fragment on the end of a program stopped by the safety filters. Not even custom interfaces could completely overcome that sort of protections .. at least not at her clearance. Sitting back he looked at the code and felt a curiosity he hadn’t felt in a long whole. He quirked a smile and tapped in commands to send the fragment to the holodeck and tucking the padd under his arm went to see in person what he had discovered.
The holodeck doors opened into the empty room. Its simple lines somehow screaming of infinite potential. Touching his padd the man says “Computer run program crash safety data, program Hera Seven, Betazed Ten, observer mode”
The room vanished replaced by a battlefield. On a high rocky point over it a dark skinned woman with white hair crouches popping up to rain down phaser fire on the advancing Jem’hadar. Five other Star Fleet officers hold the light on this outcropping but only she has his eye. Finally after a look where she barely managed to squeeze off a shot hera calls out “Fall back! By the numbers to base!” tapping her communicator and relaying “Base we’re overwhelmed, falling back, we will stop all we can.”
The six Star Fleet started withdrawing with Hera bringing up the last, his eyes on her as she moved and fired trying to make the Jem’hadar keep their heads down enough for a good retreat. Then one of the ensigns with her stepped into the open and immediately the Jem’hadar polaron beam tore a hole in his side.
Seeing he still lived Hera dove for his side and lifted the ensign not making it more than a few more steps before an explosion rippled through the program knocking her flat on her back and making the simulation dissolve as the safeties finally kick in.
A figure appears, a humanoid black shape. Even with Hera’s exemplary physiology she lays panting seeing stars. The investigator taps a query into his padd and discovers this is more missing data. It says “Great One, the Computer has ended this exercise. You have to be more careful. Eventually it wont let me hold it off for so long.”
Hera rolled to her feet spitting out blood form her mouth growling “Bah…whats the point of training if you don’t really feel things?” She sighs and says after a moment “Warm me earlier next time or prevent it from happening.” The dark outline replies “Your will, Great One.”
The images vanished from the room and the man hummed to himself as he typed into the padd securing access. A very interesting flaw.
An inquiry (Hera's backstory)
"I am not bound to win, but I am bound to be true.
I am not bound to succeed, but I am bound to live by the light that I have."
-Abraham Lincoln
I am not bound to succeed, but I am bound to live by the light that I have."
-Abraham Lincoln
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