What the Smeg is that SMELL?!?

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Jamie grabbed cables, attached them to various points on the console, and dragged them out to the flight deck. He ran to the nearest wall, and attached them to the sockets. Soon, White Wolf joined him outside.
"All circuits are off, the only thing running is the core." He said, a successful mission.
"Good. You're faster than me, get up to that control room," he said, pointing up at the hangers controls. "and route these sockets back to the weather control room."
"Ok." He said, skeptically, but hopped up onto some boxes, then to the crane used for moving ship components, then up to the control room.
"Sorry guys. You're in the hands of fate, now." Jamie said, having done all he could.
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White Wolf jumped through the control room’s open window dragging the cables behind him, once inside he paused, glancing around for the socket to attach the cables into. It took him a few moments before he spotted it, all the way on the opposite side of the room from him.

He quickly bounded towards it and was nearly there on his third bound when suddenly the cable came up short on him. He turned and gave the cable a sharp tug, it wouldn’t go any further. He noticed that the cable was just shy of the socket by a little over six feet.

He went “Eeeep!” in desperation as he glanced around for any decent conductor that he could make use of to quickly bridge the gap. There wasn’t anything appropriate handy that wouldn’t take at least several more minutes to disassemble before it could be used.

He had a stupid idea, and glanced at the plug on the end of the cable and then at the socket across the way for a brief and muttered to himself, “Well, I guess there’s nothing for it. Might as well get this crispy crittering over with!”

He ‘thumbed’ the plug on the end of the cable with his left front paw, then sidled over towards the socket on the wall and extended his right rear paw claw into it. He let out a involuntary “YEEEYAAAA” as all the current in the cable suddenly jolted through him as it completed the circuit. He was quite right, it was a crispy critter moment...

{Outside the control room down on the flight deck}

Jamie heard electrical arcing and odd thump of what sounded like a small explosion as a extremely bright jet of flame shot out the open control room window and briefly started to wash over the hanger bay’s roof. Jamie instinctively dove for cover before any of it went further.

And just as quickly as the flames had appeared, they were gone - leaving nothing behind but a little charring here and there on the roof and window as evidence that anything had even happened. Inside, there were parts of the jumbo hamster’s flesh & fur stuck to various places about the control room in a sickening variety of ways, and there was even a bit bone embedded in a couple of places too.

{Back in the control room}

The hamster himself looked like one of those gooey dripping flesh undead things that you’d see in a post apocalyptic horror show on the late night movie thriller marathons. His heart had already stopped a while ago and he hadn’t dropped the cable because the sheer power of the current was holding him in place, maintaining the circuit.

But just like the experience he had at the first time the STCP had experimented on him sending him into the dimensional gap in their first attempt to travel to another dimension, where his consciousness jumped out of his physical form, transcending and expanding his awareness. But this time, instead of experiencing being simultaneously in every point of the universe and every moment of time in billions of dimensions all at once, (particularly all those multiple versions of himself across the dimensional multiverses), right now White Wolf was experiencing something that could be best described as flashes of things around the Blue Dwarf.

He ‘was’ there in the arboretum, experiencing things once again from multiple points of view.

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The shaman raised his blade, chanting in a hissing language, the crowd howling below. Jade watched the blade as he raised it higher and higher, glinting in the light of the single star.
Star? She had time to wonder before an almighty booming wave of power shuddered through the arboretum. Lights that were still on shattered and a majority of the emergency ones blew their bulbs too, plunging the room into darkness. The excess power being routed through the weather system lighting up the room with staccato bursts of forked lightning.
The little star glimmered brighter and screams of panic began to emanate from below as the Huzzards didn't know what was going on. The Shaman paused, looking up at where the elite guard were now pointing, just in time to see the glowing orb get struck by a bolt of lightning.
The room went dark.
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He felt the panic of Huzzards & Jade, the fear of the frightened cyborgs, the concern by Jay, a sudden feeling of love for Jay.

WHAT?!? He didn’t love Jay. “But who did?” He thought. Just thinking about it, he quickly felt that emotion coming from Cass. While focusing on her, he felt other stuff coming from her. It felt familiar, it was something transcendent, very akin to what he himself had felt before - it was in her past just like his previous experience, then he was suddenly experiencing it from her point of view.

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A gas canister arced into the room to ricochet off the back wall, hissing violently as it emitted clouds of noxious white gas that stung their eyes. Hurrying as much as she was able, Cass established a throughput conduit and retracted the spike to let the base slide into her mind, a shuddering gasp of pleasure involuntarily escaping her lips as it did so.
For an inescapable moment, she lost herself in the experience of feeling like a God.
She could sense everything - The base, the pyramid and the dozens of other similar structures across the planet; the aliens and their cyborgs in this and all the other research centres. She could sense the Dwarfers, the planet, everything.
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That was it! She had that same kind of experience as he did. Well, on a smaller scale anyway. But that was not where the similarity ended…

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Phi was dead!
Why her!? First Kat and now Phi; these were people Cass liked, damn it!
Why not one of those other useless wastes of space that she was forced to associate with!?
And Joshua! – He’d been willing to help and had paid for her hubris with his life; cut down by the same vile fucking animals that had killed Phi and tormented him and his kind their entire lives.
Her mouth curled into a snarl.
Fuck them!
Mustering the full force of the ancient remnants of the planets psychic defense grid, Cass killed the rest of the aliens on the world with but a thought.
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She wiped out an entire race in anger. Just like he had done! Though, she didn’t do it across a few billion dimensions like him when he lashed out in anger without thinking. No, her act of genocide was practically inconsequential by comparison to what he had done. White Wolf was upset, on one paw he felt a little kinship with Cass, but on the other paw he was distressed about some other dark moments he now glimpsed.
Perhaps it was his distress, or perhaps it was something else, but his awareness suddenly shifted again. He immediately identified it as Phil thinking about a curry he had had previously. White Wolf certainly regretted the taste that Phil was recalling. His awareness shifted again.

“Seymour! That’s a disgusting thing to be dreaming about!” mentally shouted the huge hamster, wishing he could voluntarily disengage from it.

Happily White Wolf quickly felt himself drifting back to the normal consciousness as his body slowly began pulling itself back together, regenerating as it were whenever he ‘died’.

Once more, he wondered whether he had made a mistake by returning back from that ‘god mode’ by his own violation and had became something of a single instance of himself in the multiverses, since he didn’t know that would be the result - No other alternate dimensional version of him left in existence, Somehow, by returning, he’d made himself into a weird sort of a dimensional constant in the multiverses - just him. Then he suddenly he realized that cute Winnie the Pooh song totally applied to him. He started singing it to himself as he drifted back into his body:

“The wonderful thing about Tiggers
Is Tiggers are wonderful things.
Their tops are made of rubbers
Their bottoms are made of springs.
They're
Bouncy,
Flouncy,
Trouncy,
Pouncy,
Fun, fun, fun, fun, FUN!!!

The wonderful thing about Tiggers
Is I'm the only one.

I'm the only one !”

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