The Scribble Yaherra
Age: 3 years, 11 months, 1 week
Born: August 15th, 2015
Adopted: 1 year, 2 weeks, 3 days ago
Adopted: July 5th, 2018
- Level: 1
- Strength: 11
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 11
- HP: 11/11
- Intelligence: 58
- Books Read: 55
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Candy Maker
- Birth name: Ichabod Queen
- Call sign: IQ
- Stationed: Messina Moon Base 4
- Specialty: Interstellar communications
The message appeared in IQ's ansible chat log with a faint ping that woke him up. He'd fallen asleep at his terminal again.
He typed, rubbing sleep from his eyes.
IQ reached over and flipped a switch on his control pad that turned on the screens behind his desk. All of them were blank. Network error. That was strange.
A cold feeling sank in IQ's stomach. He typed in a command to pull up his base security cam feeds. The screens flickered, then showed something that made his chest go tight. He spun a dial on his control pad back to rewind the feeds. He didn't have to go back very far. As he watched, from multiple angles and in high definition video, the planet IQ's moon was orbiting, looking peaceful and normal one moment, and then in one sickening instant the largest city wiped off the planet's surface in an explosion like none IQ had ever seen.
He typed with shaking fingers. He already knew the answer to his question, but he had to ask it. There was a delay of several seconds that seemed to last forever.
The cold feeling that had settled into IQ's gut grew and overtook his chest until his heart was racing and he found it hard to breathe. He grabbed the headset from its holster on his monitor and typed in the practiced command to dial his parent's estate. There was a pause and then a voice said "We're sorry, but the server you are trying to reach cannot be found. Please check your settings and try again."
He hung the headset back up. There was another faint ping from the ansible.
IQ ran a system's diagnostic, more out of habit than anything. It didn't tell him anything he didn't already know. All communications from home were down. All communications with the satellite network were down. The only signal of any kind IQ's base was able to pick up was the private link between his and Tank's ansibles.
IQ stared at the question on the ansible. He knew Tank was just as lost as he was right now.
He wanted to cry. He wanted to scream, but he knew that wouldn't help them. He stared at the replay of the destruction again and again on the screens and tried to think of what to do next. At least he wasn't completely alone.
He typed to Tank.
IQ felt a little relief at that. His home planet, Messina, had been the base for technology and government for the two planets, but Messina's sister planet, Adina was the base for agriculture and education. If Adina was still standing, their people still had a future.
IQ took a deep breath and pushed his emotions aside for the moment.
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