[b]Interrogation Chambers[/b]

It took time, but the Witch was able to give the translation as desired. It read out the coordinates, before silencing itself, and watching for the Doctor's reaction. It spoke, lower now, locking eyes with her.

"[i]The translation, as you have asked for. Do not be mistaken, we are not allies. Your species will play a great part in our Ascension. Free us, and be thankful you still serve a purpose. Our patience grows thin.[/i]"

[b]Facility A-1: The Weapon[/b]

While working meticulously and with extreme care, something indeed went wrong with the deconstruction of the Cathedral's main cannon. Though not as catastrophic as one might think at first, it was quite a dangerous situation. But there was no way of telling what exactly had happened, as there was no reference to the technology anywhere and it was completely foreign to them. Fortunately, they were still able to decipher some of it's inner workings.

The machine utilized a small dimensional rift to feed energy in from an unknown source. The crystals were, essentially, both a capacitor for the weapon and a short range signal relay for close quarters communication. That was how the Ethereals moved in such synchronization and reacted so quickly, being constantly in communication with each other and orders being followed almost instantly. There was no telling how many roentgen the crystals could store, but it was known that after two minutes of charging, it had the power to punch a hole clean through fleets, the singularity pulse tearing anything that gets in it's way to molecular shreds. This weapon, had it connected with the Union fleet and not intercepted by the allied reinforcements, would have demolished their shielding and resulted in heavy casualties. 

[b]Mars[/b]

The Warden followed them, climbing up the ladder as Sage floated beside her. "These people are really trusting, letting an unknown species join them in their vehicles." Sage nodded in response.

"Yes, we could potentially be tricking them so we may drink their blood. Or lay eggs in their brain. Or both. I would certainly be a little smarter about the whole situation... I don't feel so comfortable letting them drive me somewhere anymore. Or fly a starship."

"Sage, your lucky they can't understand you." Tiy entered the airlock, and the humans offered her a helmet and breathing gear, thinking she needed it on account of them requiring it out there. She pushed it away politely, indicating she was fine without it. The air hissed, and the humans began to unsuit. "By the way, we need to work out a better method of communication. Any plans Sage?"

Gathering together outside the door, the crew lead the visitors down corridors and around corners. "Of course. If i can get to some sort of computer terminal, I can decrypt and study the syntax of their language, and speak out loud with them. Not ideal, but it's a start, and it shouldn't take me long. We probably don't want to risk killing them just to say hi."

[b]Unknown space[/b]

Pain was foreign to the Gathering. They had not felt any kind of sensation for eons, so to speak. Unfortunately for the Sazkarjhit prisoner held in place by the stasis field, the Ethereals knew that it affected organics. He screamed again, crying, as the intricate thin wires crisscrossed through his brain and electrocuted him again, targeting the areas that processed pain. The room was surgical white, and only had a single entity with him: An obelisk-like floating device, with a single red eye and many dozens of arms with various operating tools and gadgets at their ends. Used as scientists and prisoner interrogators, they would become known simply as Nurses to the wider galactic community.

"[i]Again: Where is the Warden? We ask that you cooperate with us, or we will be forced to motivate you again.[/i]"

He blubbered and sobbed, yelling in terror at the drone with such ferocity it floated back an inch from him. "I DON'T KNOW WHO OR WHAT THAT IS! WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM US!? WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM US!!?" Floating in silence for a couple of seconds, it started to whine again, preparing another charge of the electrical device. The Sazkarjhit pleaded and begged, all too familiar with that horrible sound, as another jolt was delivered, forcing him to cry out and writhe in his invisible restraint. While he squirmed, the Nurse responded to his question,

"[i]We want everything, organic. Everything you know.[/i]"