Impossible

Posted on Jan 30, 2017 @ 10:34pm by Iphigenia Bonviva
Edited on on Jan 31, 2017 @ 12:26am

Mission: Holodeck Havoc

“Impossible”



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Iphie Bonviva liked dragons because they were considered impossible.

The very concept of a Human/Bolian woman would have been an impossible notion at the beginning of the Federation or even before that. But time, medicine, and even cultural changes opened up and allowed for things like cross-cultural mingling of races so that the she and her siblings could exist as easily as any other family.

Perhaps that’s why, on a subconscious level, she was drawn to impossible things like dragons. They were large, but had wings, so they could fly with grace in the air. Scales that were as strong and beautiful as Venetian glass. There were no vocal chords in her dragons, but clearly there was some intelligence as they understood verbal cues and commands.

Impossible things could mean glorious, delightful and amazing to behold. However, impossible could also mean very difficult to deal with.

Both Iphie and the dragons she was flying with were proof of that.

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Location: USS PHOENIX

Scene: Multiple Holodecks

STARDATE: [2.17] 0130.0023

“Listen, Sparky, not that I don’t appreciate the aerial tour of whatever it is we are but I really want to get down,” Iphie said. Sparky the dragon gave a snort as if to say, “As if.”

Then that’s when it got weird.

She started out in the Holodeck that she knew; the one with sweeping dip, Sparky made a sharp right and they went into….

A house? A narrow dimly lit house that surprisingly Sparky and his brothers had no problem fitting into. Still it made Iphie feel a little claustrophobic.

“Aiieeeee,” Iphie yelled as she ducked when it appeared she was going to crash into a flickering wall sconce.

A woman dressed in 19th century dress dropped a tea tray as she ducked out of the way; looking up she said, “Iphie?”

Another man looked at her and asked as the dragons flew away, “What is an Iphie?”

Iphie, Sparky, and the dragons never heard what answer that Eve Daziel gave to that strange little man as the Bolian/Human woman and her mythical creatures went swooping to the right out of the house and into an open terrain, far from the narrow house where Ronin were yelling at a copper haired woman. Suddenly the dark shadows above them caused pause as they looked up.

“Hiya!” Iphie yelled waving, feeling much braver as she was out in the open; that being a house was for other folks. As the dragons swooped low she asked, “Hey Sparky, can you or one of your brothers give my friend a ride?” When the dragons roared letting loose large orange-red flames Iphie winced and yelled, “Sorry Kass!”

Tugging on the harness to go left, the dragons went right. “Go left!” The dragons still turned right, away from Kass. “Left!” Still they turned further right. “THE OTHER LEFT!” Iphie yelled.

With that Iphie realized they were no longer in the outdoors but a spacious, if very bland, building. Everything here was very neutral tones. She supposed it was supposed to be soothing but she was feeling hives breakout out. Looking around she noticed the floor below her was broken out into squares and in each square was a person. “Oh it’s like the people are the toy in the box,” Iphie muttered.

“Huh?” Iphie leaned over the wing of Sparky to see the dragons licking its lips trying to swoop down and bite the people. “Bad Sparky! We do not eat…” Iphie trailed off when she saw who it was. “Wait! Are you and my sister divorced yet?”

Jake Crichton glared as he jumped away from the dragon. “REALLY?”

Pulling back on the dragon as much as she could Iphie muttered, “Damn it, you’re right, she’d probably still care.”

Suddenly a woman popped up from one of the boxes with dark black hair tied back, studying the indigo woman on the dragons. “Interesting, she’s not from my program or yours, Commander Crichton.”

Lynette leaned over as she twirled a shield. “Oh that’s Iphie.”

The dragons swirled above, unsure what to do with this development. “I’m still here,” Iphie announced. “Who are you?” she asked.

“Lieutenant Yu,” the woman explained as a penguin waddled up next to her and appeared to be cuddling her.

The dragons suddenly noticed the penguin, and if they couldn’t feast on Jake Crichton the penguin would do well instead. “No! We’re not eating the penguin,” Iphie announced. Pulling up on the dragons, causing Sparky and his brothers to roar in frustration. This led them to go up as they gave new meaning to “Blow the roof off” and torch the ceiling of office. Once there was a new opening in the ceiling the dragons went flying up and Iphie screamed as she clung on for dear life.

Once Iphie made it past the ceiling of the last place with the dragons, she noticed that she in a space station, but not one that she knew well. There was fighting all around her, the sounds of clashing ringing throughout. The dragons’ noses twitched as their tails thumped, knocking over Cardassian, Jem’Hadar and Betazoid fighters without a care. “Do I know this place? Where are the restaurants? That will tell me,” Iphie mused.

“Iphie?” came a familiar voice.

The indigo woman shook her head as the dragons circled around knocking over fighters enjoying the game of knocking over fighters who would jump up and to try and shoot at the dragons.

“I don’t see any places to eat,” the woman frowned as the dragons did another pass. “This is very frustrating. What do people do for food?”

“They use replicators,” yelled the familiar voice, “and how are you here on a dragon?”

“Vonny!” Iphie yelled as saw him from the other end of the station. “I don’t know. Sparky, go back! No the other way!”

But of course Sparky and his brothers had other ideas and took a sharp turn down and what should have been the bottom of the station bottomed out to a forest with lamps filled with many animals. The atmosphere seemed to soothe the dragons as they changed the furious beating of their wings and tails to gliding.

However not all was benign; the dragons’ noses began to twitch as they caught a scent. Growling low in their throats they pulled up as if sensing something once they got closer to the riverbed. As they pulled up from the forest floor Iphie saw the resident Aamazzarite on staff. “Hellloooooo!” she waved.

As the Science officer looked over he asked, “Did you want to join me?” he asked.

The dragons snorted at that, swiping their tails in disagreement as they turned around in a full circle once, twice, three times. While Iphie tried not to get sick, Iphie noticed that she noticed that the holodeck was suddenly...simpler. As in there was just a candle and a Vulcan. That was it.

“May I help you?” Lieutenant JG Stavik asked as if dragons and blue woman always appeared during meditation.

“Can you get them to stop?” Iphie asked as the dragons circled above the pilot.

The Vulcan studied the dragons and considered the possibilities. “There are too many possibilities currently to determine the correct course of action. Although it is fascinating that you were able to penetrate my holodeck program.”

“Yeah, cause that’s been the most interesting part of my day,” Iphie muttered, as the dragons dipped low and found a hole in the floor that Stavik didn’t know existed and flew down into that.

And the dragons deliberately *plopped* themselves into library. The actually stopped flying and sat down, Sparky going so far to shake Iphie off his back. “NOW you let me off!” Iphie screeched.

“Shhh,” the librarian whispered raising a finger over her pursed lips.

The bartender/chef gave a glare to the librarian from the floor of the library as the dragons tried to settle themselves into the much too small chairs.

“You look ridiculous,” Iphie told Sparky and his brothers, who just snorted smoke at her.

The librarian came over, ignored Iphie, and gave the dragons some books which they tried to hold in their claws. “Oh for the love of all the latinum,” Iphie muttered.

Looking around she blonde doctor she met during Ladies Night. “I know her,” she told the dragons. Tapping her lips she muttered, “That’s right.” Leaning over the railing she said, “Hey Doctor Andersson! Doctor Andersson!”

Sofia Andersson who had been absorbed in a book, looked up to see...three absurdly large dragons across the gangway and what appeared to be reading and the proprietor of the Vulgar Tribble leaning over the railing waving at her. Opening her mouth to an “O” she noticed that the railings began to move and what was up, became down, and what was left went sideways, and suddenly in a dizzying array of movement there was no concrete way of discerning what was real.

The doctor looked over at another librarian who was cleaning up. “I’m sorry, did I forget to mention. Today’s special is impossible.”

Sofia got up, from her vantage point across the way from Iphie Bonviva, and went to wave back to her and with a frightened gasp saw the railing that had been supporting the Bolian/Human give way as the staircases shift again….


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NRPG: And this is where I end my post -- mostly because I ran out of steam :)

I do believe Iphie has visited everyone at least once and ended in the library (which began in Tiffany’s post as the Hallian Library of Dreams but with the Havoc is now a little more inspired by MC Escher). If not I apologize.



Feel free to have Iphie (in her Alice in Wonderland inspired down the rabbit hole ending there) pop back into your holodeck (either with or without her dragons).

Ran: I don’t believe Jasmine had met Iphie so I hope that was ok.

Justin: I believe this leaves things open for Iphie to come back to you and for your idea to take shape :)

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Sarah Albertini-Bond

~writing for~

Iphie Bonviva

In order to attain the impossible, one must attempt the absurd.

--Miguel de Cervantes