"We're not falling!"

"We're falling!" 

"The planet is falling!"

"That's impossible!" 

"We're un-falling!"

Mithias was getting a headache from all the clone's shouting. He sensed what he could with his own powers and looked out a small window to try to make his own judgement. "God! A clear and glorious death would be far preferable to this chaotic limbo. Enough already!" 

The human-again vampire psychically perceived the entity atop the clone ship and determined the planet was no longer coming at them thanks to whoever was out there. Being a living being, Mithias himself could not leave the ship to fly around in space and take a look. Then he got an idea. 

"Sebastian, I'm going out there." With that, Mithias headed to the onboard ship's hangar. He could take a small fighter out to defend the larger clone ship, as it was intended. He might not be able to destroy the Tyrannid fleet in a mini fighter, but he could probably shoot a few of them down. Just getting outside and being able to move freely would at least make him feel better. Shooting things down would also make him feel better. 

A small fighter ship approached Asriel, floating upside down behind him while Mithias got a better look. He spoke telepathically, "Hey. Who are you?"