@Hokum@CmdrAlfieq
As Ernest (and Ernest Jr)
"Sweet time" huh? Well, you certainly are taking your sweet time getting me answers. Ernest thought to himself. He's still going to be patient with Fanny May, since she is literally the only person he knows. He doesn't really have any choice but to trust her.

The pod that will now forever be known as "Ernest Jr" perked up "Miss May, you don't seem to be concerned about the invasion force. You do realize that, if my sensors are accurate and my calculations correct, that thing is hundreds, possibly thousands, of times larger than I am? And probably far more powerful?"

As the two arrive at the Commander's Location, which I can only assume grants the Commander's audience, the pod speaks again. "Greetings, commander. This is a robot that represents the Ernest, you may refer to it as either Ernest or Ernest Jr, although I would prefer you use the former. This is my, um...." Ernest Jr's voice trails off. It then turns to Fanny May.

"Miss May? Did we ever decide what your role is?"

Just a note, the gift horse thing flew right over Ernest's head. (Not mine, just Ernest's. Since, you know, he has amnesia and all that)

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@Hokum
As Ramrod
"Mraoh, Mraoh?" (Hank, huh?) "Mraoh, mraoh mraoh..." (You seem like a good display, I might be able to hook you up to Rodia...) Ramrod's voice trailed off as Hank showed various things on the display.

Ramrod stares in horror at the realization that Hany's Ribbon is here. "MRA-OH MRAOH!" No use translating that either, I'd have to sensor it again. "MRAOH MRAOH MRAOH MRAOH! MRAOH MRAOH-MRAOH-MRAOH!" (THAT'S HANY'S RIBBON! MY PEOPLE ARE IN SO MUCH DANGER!)

Ramrod is pretty freaked out at this point. "Mraoh, mraoh mraoh, mraoh!" (Hank, if you have any idea what to do, please tell me!)

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@Hokum@Metatrooper
As Rodia
"Well... Crap." Rorod stands, looking at the trapped fleet. "How was I supposed to know they could do that?"

Lars bursts in. "I wasn't able to contact that station. Turns out, we have a bigger problem! Hany's Ribbon is in this system!"

Rorod: "Oh figures. We DO get to have to deal with Quote's first plot idea!"

Lars: "Come on man, we're supposed to be acting in character!"

Rorod: "Right, sorry. We by chance have any GOOD news?"

Lars: "Possibly. I found a spaceship not to far away, seems pretty armed. Maybe we can get it on our side?"

Rorod: "Worth a shot. Contact them immediately. I'll see if our soldiers out there are ok."

Lars runs off to his office, bursting in again (Rodia has durable doors that can take a lot of bursting), and attempting to communicate with the Tempest. (not that Lars knows their name yet) His Message:

Hello. This is Lars, ambassador of the City State of Rodia. I have contacted you, asking for help in our situation. We're kinda screwed, not being able to deal with this massive Forte Spaceship. If you could help us escape from it, that would be great. In return, we could offer you trade opportunities, and possibly some of our technology.

While he's doing that, Rorod contacts the fleet. The soldier are fine, if a bit disgruntled that they can't control their ships. A few also mention the message they received, which concerned Rorod. "How is that possible? A message R-Core can't understand? This is really worrying. We're supposed to understand any language!"

Surprisingly, none of the R-Core have noticed the Wave Blaster yet, except for Gamma, who is annoyed that whoever is poileting it got his ship caught by the Forte.

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@Hokum
As Siren
"Oh, sure then. Fine. I was hoping NOT to get seen by these idiots, idiots!" Siren says to herself, more annoyed than anything else.

"Ok... fine, I can work with this. Just need to change my strategy, that's all. hmm... I wonder if my sing microchip would be able to disrupt these guys at all? I doubt it will work through coms, but it's worth a shot." She continues.

Upon arriving at the bridge and accessing the terminal, Meta checked the Tempest's sensors and received another unknown message.

"Dorsin ost Halit"

Before he could even process what he was reading however, the ship suddenly shook, knocking him, Fanny, and possibly Damien off balance. Fortunately he was able to grab the terminal to break his fall, only to discover that they were being held in a tractor beam by the Forte's ship.

Meta: This day just keeps getting better and better.

Having been caught in tractor beams before, he realizes that trying to break free is useless, especially if the aggressor is a huge well-armed battleship.
Their only choice of escape now is to wait for the Forte to pull them in then shut down their tractor beam, before using a hyperspace jump to escape.

As Meta waited for the Forte ship to pull them in, he received another message, this time from Rodia. After reading the message, he was about to send a reply back to Rodia when the Tempest's sensor array was suddenly met with interference. Meta recognized this as a sign, Hany's Ribbon was getting closer.

Meta: That goddamn thing again...

He opened his coms to the droid channel once again.

Meta: Are you done yet?

Niner: Negative, two minutes until we can overload the reactor.

Meta: The second I give the signal, you do it. Otherwise, there'll be nothing left of us.

Niner: Affirmative.

He closed the coms and walked to the cockpit, sitting down on the pilot's area and readying himself for the hyperspace jump once they were ready.

@Hokum@Quote5
The duo are finally reached to a meeting location as directed by the Commander of MASGC. He's seems to be in a partial satisfactory of their upcoming right next to his door through security devices and spoken in a reasonable manner through an internal speaker:

So, you have finally reach to the point in time, young fringes of a woman, and a certain trashing, cleaning drone. You may proceed to enter the door and be ready for my questioning that would had ended the existent of MASGC.

As they're heard his short message (and probably some emotional effects from the Commander's harsh attitude.. maybe), they're now ready to walk into it as once the door to his room is now opened. Strangely enough, everything in that room is very dim and difficult to see but several monitors projected over the Commander's face is probably the only lighting on his room other than a weak brightness in red. Fanny and Ernest Jr. are certainly will having a difficult time to picture the appearances of the Commander as because he is facing away in direction of them, firmly seated, and while focuses on his duty to monitoring the whole MASGC Space Headquarters through several security cams and other devices.

As Fanny and Ernest Jr. entered his room, the door immediately close shut, and the Commander can now started his conversation.

@Quote5
"Greetings, commander. This is a robot that represents the Ernest, you may refer to it as either Ernest or Ernest Jr, although I would prefer you use the former. This is my, um..."

Greetings Ernest. You never look like a robot to me, or am I mistaken to specifically classified as robots aren't drones, or A.I in general? You know, by the time of the era of space frontier, the classifications of robots became.. very.. very.. bold.

Surprisingly, the Commander can see their faces without the need to turn his comfy chair around. Was this room also has a security cam in it as to all other sections?

Suddenly, a few blocky chairs and a single table have propped out from a ground including with a touchscreen interface for dispensing drinks.

Now tell me Fanny and Ernest Jr. , do you have any information about this.. Hany's Ribbon. Also, if we do leave this planet as to make a way out from its path of destruction, then where the hell is the next best planet to settle on after that? My populace have already committed a full sheltering at Iceolia, and thus by evacuating to a full scale emergency liftoff will guarantee to lose several tucks of our machinery and resources behind without any compensations to rebuilt it with a similar number of resources as before!

Memoriae

A tall clocked being was moving between the many empty or full cabins, His sword in the sheath strapped behind his back. He had came to help the humans and other creatures with their troubles. The strange new born creature's reason to help them with their plague planet problem was thus, He thought of himself as a god or a being that was very powerful. However this was not the case as he could not create something so easily.

His thought process was making himself seem magical or rather benevolent even when that was not the case. For the time being he was searching for the one named "Donnie" and the others that he would be working with to rid of his plague. Even though he was helping he did not find humans and beings below him to be worth saving. However their are a few he would deem worth saving. And with his powers he wondered how he would be use in this situation.

Magnus
As The Ulysses was being pulled into what seemed as like a giant indoor parking lot, he sifted through his belongings in order to find something useful. Hiding the fuel would be crucial to this operation. Each Pineapple ship runs on a solution known as Spessusibus, an extremely compact and slow burning fuel source. On a full tank of Spessusibus, about 500 gallons, one could travel about 5 lightyears. A container of 500 gallons of Spessusibus was about 20 feet in height and around 7 feet in diameter at the base. The cost of that much fuel was always in flux due to supplies and demands constantly changing because of the discoveries of fuel sources and innovations in technology and whatnot. But whatever the price was, Magnus couldn't afford it.

While he was looking through his things, the ship stopped and he could here the disgruntled yells behind him. He got back into the captain's seat and saw a tired and pimply faced teen motioning for him to move the ship in this direction. Magnus nervously parked, stopped the engine, and went over the plan again in his head. The plan itself would most likely be that he would go in under an assumed name, put a container on a dolly, and dash out of the way without being caught by security. He looked through his things again and found a pair of sunglasses he had stolen. Many different species had trouble distinguishing individuals in the same species, so sunglasses might be able to throw off some authorities.

He then exited the ship and continued on the path towards the entrance. On his floor, the entrance was very crowded. He noticed a long line of agitated people just dying to get inside. The wait to get inside was very slow and it seemed to last for hours until he was up. Before he could enter each person had to pass through a security guard to interrogate them, then go through door like scanning machine. He walked up to the guard. The guard was a very grizzled middle aged man with a name tag stating "Officer O'Brian".

"State your name." O'Brian said, not even batting an eye and instead focusing on the multiple piles of paperwork on his station.
"Sungam Enegue Muiretsigam." Magnus answered.
"Do you have any identification?" O'Brian asked, glancing over at Magnus. Even with only a quick glimpse of his face, Magnus felt a cold and unfeeling presence before him.
"No." Magnus answered, trying to sound as serious as possible.
"No? Any interspacial passports or licensing?" O'Brian now was looking straight into Magnus' soul, with an expression somewhere between confusion and suspicion.
"None." Magnus stated, still trying to act somewhat confident in his voice.
"Any type of birth certificate or work registration?" O'Brain continued, now at full height, and now with an expression of hostile suspicion.
"Sir, I'm going to ask you to step out of the line." O'Brain motioned to another guard behind Magnus. Was he found out already when he wasn't even in the store yet? As he was thinking that the other guard grabbed Magnus by the shoulders and lifted him into a shorter line consisting of oddball suspicious characters. That line was even slower than the regular one. But when Magnus was finally up to be checked, again, he noticed not an even more interrogative officer, but a weirdly calming presence in front of him. The guard was a woman, about middle aged with a smile you can't miss. It was about twice as large as a usual smile and even more unnerving, but strangely homely. She had a name tag on that read "Officer O'Brian".
"Hi there!" O'Brian half yelled half sang. "Please state your name."
"Ma-" he almost blurted out. The comfortable presence almost made him lose his cover. "Sungam Enegue Muiretsigam." he said.
"Are you SURE about that?" she asked, still smiling, but he could tell that inside she was just as suspicious as the other officer O'Brian.
"Yes. That's what my mother named me." he said confidently.
"Okay." O'Brian scribbled onto her paper. "Date of Birth?"
"Schweb 104, 7 18,207, 348, Venuleceson Calendar." he stated. Crap! He said his actual birthdate! What is it with having a tendency to fess up to her?
"Let me check for ya." O'Brian smiled and looked onto her terminal, still with that unwavering smile.
"Looks good to me!" She said. "There are a few other things I need you to check. Alright?" O'Brian handed him a questionnaire. "Please sit down and answer it all for me. Thank you!" She sang. Magnus looked around and saw a small lounge area consisting of a few chairs and other aliens sitting on them. He sat down and looked at the sheet.

Once he finished he handed the paper back to O'Brian.
"Uh huh, Uh huh, Uh huh, looks all good to me!" She smiled. She then typed something into the terminal and a small plastic card spat out of a printer like machine. O'Brian grabbed it and handed it to Magnus.
"Now don't cause any trouble ya hear?" She said light-heartedly, and Magnus couldn't help but get the feeling that she was being as serious as possible. Finally he could enter the store! The process to get in was so hard and so time-consuming he was extremely exausted. The store was like any other department store, except for the fact that the store was larger than any kind of store Magnus had ever been to. The aisles were so tall that if he looked up, he couldn't even see the top, only a dot. In order to find with aisle might have Spessusibus, Magnus slowly walked to his right. The width of the store seemed as endless as the top and after about 18 hours of waiting in line and about two days without eating food of any kind, he sat on the floor. He looked around and saw an in-house inn. Strange for a department store, but how could he complain. He wobbled over to the counter of the inn and talked to the innkeeper. The innkeeper itself seemed something out of Lovecraft. It was a long, pitch black, gooey string that ran from the celing to the floor with one humongous eye peering from the ooze. It screeched in a high pitch before being interrupted by Magnus saying,
"I'd like one room please." The innkeeper raised an appendage to grab a key and placed it on the counter, with some residue still on it.
"Uh, how would I pay for it?" he asked, trying to wipe it off the key.
"You pay on your way out dude." The innkeeper said, suddenly switching from a screech to a Californian like accent.
"Thanks." Magnus replied, then walked to the elevator without looking back. Once on, the elevator took him straight towards his room, without even touching a button. Once he entered the room, the door behind him shut. The room was nothing to look at. Just a bed with a cotton blanket and pillow and nothing else. At this point Magnus didn't care. He slumped down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.



Pineapple
Gillian motioned to stop. Once let go she slumps to the ground in order to catch her breath. She contemplates for a second and goes over to her desk. She reaches for a book in her drawer and secretly pushes a button. She opens the book.
"This is a catalog of all our models. Choose which ever one you might need."

@Hokum

-Donny dug into the pizza, eating as quickly as he could without choking. He ate like an animal, in a hurry to finish his meal. He wouldn't answer her until he finished, roughly a minute later. He brushed the crumbs from his mustache, and looking contemplative, answered her question.-

"Mmmmm... Whah not ask thah livin' Gawd hisself? Aftah all..."

-He tilted his face down, giving her a good Kubrick stare, eyes guileless and genuine.-

"Yaw're alreadah dead."

-He held up his left hand, and gave his fingers a sharp snap that reverberated throughout the room...-

@Hokum

Hida doesn't pay much attention to the captain. Instead keeping her attention on this 'Shard' woman. The woman was shocked by the earthquake, but the event had not diminished her excitement.

"I'm not sure if following me is what you're looking for though, I'm a rather dull person. That being said though, you're free to stick around if you wish to do so, I won't tell you to leave."

"And if you don't like it 'up in your ship', then why not just stay away from there? After all, nobody's forcing you to go back, right?"

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Actions for Mili & Pirila will come when people do things that involve them.

Cain has followed Gillian. He arrives on the opposite side of her desk when she turns to him. He watches her with intense suspicion as she retrieves the catalog from the drawer. He is aware of her deception, it is clear within her eyes, the window to her soul, but does not voice his disapproval for sounding the alarm.

Keeping his eyes fixed on hers, he places his fingertips atop the catalog, caressing it softly in a way that a blind man would read braille. As his hand moves from the catalog to remove a small pouch from his cloak, Cain's pupils dilate while his telepathic response enters Gillian’s mind. The words sound like grating metal piercing her thoughts…

Solon 3000

In the closing of his this act, he drops the small pouch upon her desk. When it lands it spills open, exposing a range of precious, antiquated gold coins. They are undoubtedly of immense value.

“Payment.”

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Was a silent, swift return. Dnias, present once more, focused by the beacon on Mili’s neck, now stands behind Pirila while she strokes the child’s hair.

Such tender, futile love.

There is, however, not a moment to spare. Pirila’s mind is filled with a scream like that of a premonition to Mili’s future pain, yet the child remains on the couch without uttering a word. In the same instant, Pirila is seized from behind and is flung with enormous power across the room. Before Mili is able to react, Dnias is on top of her, shrouding her small body with his. The Vector Pathol on his arm simultaneously expounds a blinding light that envelops the pair, if yet for another instant before they both vanish. All of the above events took place in less than a second. It is over.

Mili has been taken.

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Mili discovers herself in a cave of an unknown location. The cave is relatively small, damp, and lit by the orange light of crude, freestanding flame torches. Mili is bound and suspended in the air at the center of this cave in a star formation, her arms and legs restrained by rope to the roof and floor. She can view her surroundings. Her one mysterious eye remains covered by a bandage, her normal eye has not been covered.

Dnias is present in this cave and standing before her. He is quiet. He stares at Mili from the depth of his hood. There is a large knife in his right hand.

The marks on Mili’s neck are no longer felt, their effects are dormant for now.

@Hokum@Zyngard

Pirila was about to open her mouth to say something when she heard a painful scream, Mili screaming. Before she had any opportunity to react to it however she found herself being violently thrown across the room, landing on the ground several meters away from the couch, dazed as a blinding light envelops the couch.

It takes her barely any time to realise what happened though, and Pirila rushes over to the couch to confirm her worst fears: Mili was gone.

Panicking, Pirila ran over to her bedroom and grabbed a bag standing in the corner - it was filled with emergency supplies in the case they had to leave their home in a moment's notice, but the current situation warranted it's use.

She had to find Mili, no matter what. After all, her disappearance worried Pirila. She wasn't just worried what whatever took Mili would do to her, but she was also worried what Mili might do to everything around her if left unchecked.

Rushing down the stairs she narrowly manages to avoid colliding with Cuna but in doing so fails to avoid Hida, crashing into her and throwing them both to the ground.

Despite never having seen Hida in her current appearance before, Pirila instinctively knows her. "She's gone." Pirila mutters before getting up from the ground as Hida's eyes widen as she realises what Pirila said.

As Pirila goes through a door to a back room to grab some more useful items, Hida gets up and turns her attention to Shard.

"Well, I suppose things are going to get less dull. Feel like joining me in what will probably be either a fruitless search or a bloody rescue attempt?"

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@Prima Luce

It takes a bit for Mili to realise what's going on, and when she does she's... not very happy and, well, scared.

She tries to move, but finds herself rather thoroughly bound to various surfaces using ropes, and the person standing before her with a knife didn't seem like the kind of person planning on using that knife to cut her loose and rescue her.

Panicking, Mili begins to look around the room for a way out, but she finds none. She's trapped. Defenseless. Nothing she can do to survive. Pirila didn't appear to be nearby either, so she couldn't save Mili either.

...Pirila. Mili had met her years and years earlier... things weren't good back then either.

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Mili cried as she looked around. Burning buildings were all around her, and the streets were littered with corpses as blood ran down the drains the community she lived in had built to deal with rain. Not everyone was dead, but all were at least dying, judging by the pained screams and crying coming from all around.

Nuclear Fire had annihilated the world years before, and mankind was slowly starting to rebuild itself. Mili herself was lucky enough to live in one of these communities. She lived a happy, carefree life there.

Until, one night, all that came crashing down as an unknown force swept through her town. In the chaos, the attackers burnt down every house and slaughtered everyone. All but Mili.

It was after this that Pirila found her and took her in. Mili remembered what Pirila had said to her when they met.

"I don't blame you for what you did, you're just a kid after all. But you must forget what happened here."

Now Mili remembered.

She summoned the attackers that burnt her home down.

And she knew she could do it again if needed.

Pirila had, after all, given Mili the training she needed. No longer did she accidentally summon terrible creatures during her nightmares, she learnt how to control her summons. And the bandages Pirila created helped suppress her powers as well, sealing them away behind sacred chains.

But the brief absence of the bandages earlier this day meant her powers were unchained again.

She could defend herself.

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Mili screamed out. Not in pain, not in fear, but in anger. Anger over having been taken away from her comfortable home by this strange being, but also anger directed at herself for being so defenseless.

And her eye responded. A red glow manages to escape through the bandage, creating a red, five-pointed star with distorted lines on the bandage as her powers get to work, taking creatures from Mili many nightmares and slowly bringing them into the world.

Even though she herself couldn't directly do anything in her current state, she wouldn't be a defenseless target for anyone. Not now, not ever.

It doesn't take long for the first creatures to slowly materialise in the room. These creatures have something human about them, but their pained and horrified facial expressions, combined with missing limbs and charred bodies make them easy to distinguish from actual humans.

The least horrifying creatures are the easiest for Mili to summon and thus are the best option to delay her attacker while Mili summons things that could actually be threatening. In her state of anger and panic she doesn't realise what she has summoned however.

The entities standing before her, crawling and shambling their way towards Dnias, are all she remembers of the people she used to live with. Her first friends and family, reducing to nothing more but shambling husks in Mili's memories, are now the first to defend Mili from suffering a horrible death herself.

The creatures, mindless and weak, make their way towards Dnias. There are many of them, which is perhaps their only strength as most are unarmed, with some using their own detached limbs as weapons as they attack Dnias.

The loud noise of sirens could be heard as red lights flashed all across the bridge of the LKS Genghis, the Khan-class dreadnought that was the flagship of the Lanist Khaganate's Great Expansion Fleet. Yuri sat in the bridge close to the Captain's chair, and he could see the walls of the wormhole tunnel pulsate out of the bridge's windows as the wormhole generator failed to compensate for the strange enviromental conditions of whatever was inside of the wormhole or was outside of the wormhole's walls, whatever that might be. Wormhole travel had presented a solution to the whole "space is extremely large" problem that presented itself to the Lanist Khaganate and other burgeoning space nations, but the Khaganate's scientists had never been able to solve the issue that the enviroment inside the wormhole tunnel as well as outside of it could drastically influence the travelling experience of anyone who wished to use one. Wormholes became dangerous to use with large ships and fleets, so it was not a surprise for Yuri that something like this would happen. The strange enviromental conditions inside the wormholes combined with the fact that they were not completely stablized lead to one interesting thing though: Interdimensional travel. The Khaganate soon became able to travel to alternate realities, albeit it happened accidentally and was not really controllable.

Yuri was soon rudely awoken out of his long drawn-out chain of thoughts by a lightning bolt that streaked across nearly the entire wormhole, followed by the Genghis slowly turning sideways, unleashing a horrible creaking sound as if metal was scraping over metal and parts of the ship were being broken off. Yuri could see lights and screens flickering as entire systems started failing while the men and women ran around the bridge, unable to do anything. The gravity generators failed and people were sent flying while trying to run. Then, the wormhole generator that had to constantly endure the stress of the journey gave away, and the wormhole tunnel collapsed, sending the ships of the Lanist Khaganate's Great Expansion Fleet into the unknown...
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Beep beep beep was the sound both Yuri and many of the crewmembers of the bridge would first hear when they were woken up by it.
The irritating beeping luckily didn't alarm them of any life support system failures or other catastrophic failures, but was merely a proximity alarm warning the captain, Yuri, and the bridge crew of an approaching asteroid field. The captain immediately started barking orders, and people ran around the bridge again, trying to find their designated seats they had fallen our floated out off. Eventually, the danger was averted, and to Yuri's relief, the fleet followed the flagship like baby ducks following their mother.

"Check the damage please Captain." the Khan said, and the captain obeyed immediately, running several damage control programs. The captain answered "structural damage is limited, Sir, although our ship has taken some damage to the stern left main thruster when another ship rammed us during the wormhole jump, but repair robots are on the scene at the moment. Also.." The captain paused for a moment, not quite sure how to tell his Khan the news. "VIPs 45 to 47 have dissapeared." Yuri sighed. They had arrived in a completely unknown universe, again.
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Drops of rain slowly started to fall from the sky on the stone wall the stranger was sitting on. It was a very old wall, not able to properly support the stranger's weight as it had been eroded over the years by the winds and rain that were common in that area of the world. The man heard the slow rustling of leaves as the storm began to pick up. He continued walking, seeing that he had to go inside to seek shelter from the coming storm. He had heard of a village that was supposed to be half an hour away.

After 10 minutes of walking, he came across a crossroads. He ignored the sign, as the stranger knew exactly where he had to go. He pulled the hood of his cloak over his head as the rain began to pick up and kept on walking. The stranger had been a strange sight in the remote villages of the Wul Empire. Humans did exist in the world, but were a rare sight in the most western reaches of the Singular Continent. Humans, as it was well known, came from the south, and had only slowly spread to the rest of the world.

The stranger passed a farm, and the farmer's wife and child that had been working the land ran away the moment they saw him. Unlike humans, the Wul were only small, with an average length of 4 feet. They had four arms, but could not best a human in combat despite having more limbs. The stranger was not there to burn down or loot their home like the bandits that were often humans in this part of the world, and so he continued on, unyielding.

After exactly half an hour after he had left from his break spot, he arrived at his destination, an inn. He entered the large, wooden two-storey building and walked towards the bar. The Wul bartender looked up at the stranger, asking him "What do you want?". The stranger looked back, and under the man's cowl the Wul could see a stern face with hair white as bone and eyes as grey as steel staring back at him.

@Quote5@Metatrooper@CmdrAlfieq

“So you are the Commander I’ve heard so much about. And believe me, I know more than you might imagine.” Fanny steps forward and extends her hand to shake that of the Commanders. After shaking his hand, she doesn’t take a seat. She remains standing, gives a small gesture to her friend, Junior, to let the Commander know the drone was important to her, then addresses the Commander with the important issues at hand, saying;

“By now you are aware of Hany’s Ribbon. She is the only one of her kind. I’ve been tracking her for a while now. She has a power that is so far unprecedented in this universe. Everything she makes contact with is destroyed beyond redemption. All efforts to destroy her only makes her stronger. Combat is not an option. Only escape. But don’t be completely at a loss, Commander, previous efforts to escape her path have been successful. Furthermore, it is not unlike Hany’s Ribbon to disappear without warning. So let it be known, until she actually strikes, there is a chance that you won’t be destroyed.”

Fanny takes a moment to consider her next words, and says; “I’m a little concerned, though. Hany’s Ribbon usually targets those who have questionable principles…. So I must ask you: Is there something you’re people are doing that might make Hany’s Ribbon want to destroy you? Something that… conflicts with the balance of nature? Anything that could be deemed… Evil?”

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"Oh goodie!" Hank replies to Ramrod, starting to sound much more confident now, "I really do like to help when I can, and to be perfectly honest with you, I don't want to die! So here’s the thing.... The Forte are a little distracted right now because they are busy being scared of Hany's Ribbon like everyone else! They're unable to jump to Transit Drive because of it. So I'll be very quick in case they revert their attention to this room again soon!"

Hank clears his proverbial throat again and explains:

You see, the Forte's tractor beam systems are quite straight forward, but very strong, I've never seen anyone break free of them! They do however have a particular weakness. An explosion! That's right, if something they have in their tractor beam explodes, it causes a cascade feedback surge through the beam and causes the central Tractor beam matrix to shut down, and in extreme case, go offline completely! Isn't that great?? There is just one little problem with that though...." He clears his throat again, and tells; "Not just any explosion in the tractor beam will do the trick. Nah-ah! It literally has to be an object that the tractor beams have a direct hold of, which in this case would be one of the many ships that are now being held in said tractor beams. In other words, Ramrod - my very new and adorable friend - one of those ships out there will have to self-destruct in order to break every other ship free of the Forte's hold! Helpful, right?"

Hank takes a deep, simulated breath and finishes:

"So, how about I go ahead and tap into the Forte's communications array and connect on a broadband wavelength with all the other ships in the area? Then you can go ahead and message them all; tell them what needs to be done! But make sure you're fast in delivering that message to anyone who is listening, because it won’t be long before the Forte realize what I'm doing with the communication array and sever the link. That, or the interference form Hany’s Ribbon might disrupt the signal. So, you ready?" He pauses for a moment. "Good! The link is now open - go ahead and send the message!"

With that said, Ramrod hears a bleeping sound come out of Hank, indicating that the Forte communication array has opened to all other ships in the area, including the Tempest.

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Meanwhile, Siren does not receive a response from the Forte, and her attempt to disrupt the Forte's systems don't cause any real issues for the Forte vessel, at least not visibly. When Sing is initiated, the tractor beams flicker for less than a second, but never actually loses their grip. They keep holding strong. But who knows what sort of internal confusion Sing is causing for them. It might just help in the near future....

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Strangely enough, The Forte weren't pulling in The Tempest or any of the other ships they had seized. Maybe the Forte were preoccupied, possibly by the interference of Hany's Ribbon. The Tempest, the Wave blaster, and all thirty of the Rodia vessels are suspended without moving from the Forte's grip. It would seem that Meta's plan to jump is on hold.

Fanny on the other hand is still very excited about what is happening. She follows Meta to the cockpit, beer still in hand, and sits in the co-pilot seat beside him while staring wide-eyed out at the view of space in front of them.

“It’s such a beautiful thing, don’t you think? It could destroy every one of you without remorse….” She says, and as she is speaking those very words, Hany’s Ribbon comes into view. It literally looks like a waved ribbon of violet light stretching across the stars, slowly swelling in size as it heads straight for them.

Fanny then looks at Meta and holds out her beer for him to take a sip, saying; “Why don’t you take off that helmet so I can see your face with these eyes? I’d appreciate it, and besides, what else is there to do right now?” She smiles in a way that seems far too relaxed under the circumstances. “Don’t worry, I don’t have germs.” She winks as a platonic gesture. “Dorsin ost Halit.”

In her final words, which she speaks in a way that should certainly raise suspicion, The Tempest detects Jezebel just a few meters off the Port Bow, but only for a second or two before vanishing again and Ramrod’s unlikely transmission is received from the Forte’s Ship….

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Hany's Ribbon is now less than an hour from making contact with all members in its path.

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@Doc Doctor

With the snap of his fingers, things were about to get very strange for Donny.

Fanny stared pensively back at Donny while the snapping of his fingers - instead of echoing out quickly like any normal sound - moved around the room as if it were a ball, bouncing off the ceiling and the floor and the walls for several seconds before finally dribbling off into the distance. In the returning of silence, Fanny’s thoughtful expression bled away to one of an impassive gaze.

“It’s a shame….” She said, “when a great man like yourself underestimates his challenge.” She releases a long, quiet sigh, turning her eyes to the door as if to think for a moment, then says; “Behind that door is a holding room. In it is a metal crate, unlocked, and in that crate are the rest of your personal effects. Beyond that room are the 23 floors of a city sized vessel filled with busy and unsuspecting Quatis.” She turns her eyes back to Donny, lifting her left hand, the one with the device attached to it. “All you need is this hand. Place in on the panel next to the door and the door will be opened for you.” She places her hand back in her lap. “All you’ve got to do is get through me then take it from me. My hand, that is. Make sure it’s still warm, it won’t work without a sufficient amount of body heat.”

She then rises from her chair, rolling her shoulders as if to warm up for a fight and gives Donny a ready nod.

“You know, I haven’t had a good rumble since Jacob. Holy Israel. Quite a man.” She pulls up her sleeves. “No dirty stuff, Donny. Just the limbs you’ve been given. Keep your blade in your shoes or you’ll be disqualified. Now… are you ready?” She gives him a wink, smiles, then adds one last thing:

“Remember… Dorsin ost Halit.”

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@Dartbored Fairy@Zyngard

Lieutenant Shard, at first visibly disturbed by overhearing the news that a loved one has been abducted, then turns her frown to a grin from ear to ear in response to Hida.

“Oh, yes please! I was hoping for some action on my first away mission.” She places one hand on Hida’s should, which is an effectual act to note her excitement, while turning back to the door of the Station Hall, saying; “We need to take the Admiral with us. I know he’s a lot to get used to, not everyone’s cup of tea, but he’s the one man who can help you guys right now.”

As it happens, Dino Gavon has already re-entered the Hall. He has overheard the conversation. He gives Shard a sturdy nod before walking over to where the two women are standing. He is holding his rifle across his body, secure in both hands. When he arrives at the pair, his turns up his eyes to meet with Cuna, visible at the top of the stairs. Dino’s expression for Cuna is one of a man who seems to be remembering a recent forgotten memory, before he also gives Cuna a nod of recognition and turns his attention to Hida.

He said; “Am I to understand one of your fellow barbarian has been abducted?” He smirks, for the first time looking like he’s only making a joke, not serious about the name calling. “My lieutenant is certainly right about that, I can mostly likely help with your needs.”

That said, he relinquishes his weapon to the grip of one arm and raises his wrist device to his mouth and speaks into it.

“Flagship Egress, come in.”

The voice of Officer Cas is then heard on the com; “This is Cas, sir, tell me what you need.”

“Good to hear you’re okay, son.” Dino replies, “We have another situation down here. I need you to survey all preliminary and recent scans of the area. More specifically the Station Hall. Look for anything out of the ordinary.”

Cas: “Can you be more specific, Sir? We have two thousand megaquads of data here.”

Dino: “Specifically Cas, search for any signs of individuals who may have vanished from the residence in the last five minutes. Bring up all records of individual bio signatures while you’re at it. Any other reading that may be consistent with the prior. Get back to me as soon as you’ve found something. That means yesterday, son! Dino out.”

Dino then lowers his device to give what actually appears to be comforting nod to Hida, and says; “The best science officer in the Quatis Fleet is on it. Hold tight. We’ll get your friend back, even if it means missing my lunch.”

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@jorcool

Soon after the fleet of Lanist Khaganate exit the wormhole into uncharted space, their sensors will no doubt be aware of a small one-man vessel. The vessel is adrift in the asteroid field and sending out a destress signal. The signal has an automated message embedded in it:

This is Fanny May of The Jezebel. I need help. Life support systems are failing. Please respond.

@CmdrAlfieq@Hokum
As Ernest and Ernest Jr

Ernest Jr Speaks up. "I am neither robot nor drone. I am a sentient spaceship. If there are more specific classifications that can describe me, I am not aware of them".

Ernest decides to locate the Ernest Jr Drone on the chair that Fanny May declined sitting on.

Ernest is a bit surprised to find out Fanny May knows so much about the MASGC and Hany's Ribbon already, but doesn't make his surprise aparant. He is also a bit surprised that Fanny May referred to the Ribbon as a "she", again, not making it apparent.

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@Hokum
As Ramrod.
"MRAOH MRAOH?!" (YOU WANT ME TO DO WHAT?!)

Ramrod is truly shocked by the suggestion. "Mraoh mraoh mraoh! Mraoh!" (I can't ask one of my troops to blow themselves up! That would be insane!"

Just then, the coms open up for Ramrod. He pauses for a moment. He looks at the screen. Against his better judgement, he starts giving the order. This is a long message, so I'm just going to give the translation and not bother with the Mraohs.

(This is Ramrod, and this message is intended for the troops. I think I have a way to free Rodia. I... I don't really like it though. So I can't blame you if none of you want to fulfill it... I have been informed that, if something that is caught in the Forte's tractor beam explodes, it'll knock out the entire tractor beam. It doesn't matter what, just as long as it explodes... I'm not going to ask any of you to volunteer... I can't... But... It'll save Rodia...) Ramrod regretfully Mroah'd.

After he sent the message, Ramrod let go of the wall, letting himself fall to the floor in emotional exhaustion, staring up at the ceiling. "Mraoh-mraoh...." (I can't believe I just asked one of my people to commit a kamikaze attack....)

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As Rodia

Lars busts into Rorod's office. "I was able to contact that ship, no response though!"

Rorod doesn't answer. He just shows him Ramrod's order.

Down at the battlefield, the pilots are livid. The coms are open between them.

Militia 1: "The- That's insane! We... we can't blow one of us up!"

Armored Gunship Pilot 1: "You have a better idea? This could save Rodia, man!"

Militia 1: "This is a kamikaze attack! It's unethical! It's going against the entire point of this war!"

Militia 2: "Besides, none of our ships have self-destruct, someone would have to-"

AG Pilot 1: "Look, I don't like it either! I don't want to have to shoot one of my own comrades!"

AG Pilot 2: "I volunteer."

Miltia 1 & 2: "WHAT?!"

AG Pilot 2: "Look, there were complications in my production, kinda like those R-Core that aren't finished right now. I age faster than an R-Core is supposed to. I'm near the end of my life anyway. If I am going to die early, it might as well be for my friends."

AG Pilot 2 extended the wings of his Gunship, making them completely vulnerable. "Any volunteers?"

Nobody answered him. None of the soldiers wanted to attack AG Pilot 2. And can to blame them? Who would want to attack their own fellow soldier?

Suddenly, All of the Rodia pilots on the field, along with Rorod, got a message from an encrypted source: "I'm sorry, soldier. You are a brave man. If the rest of Rodia are as brave as you, they might have hope."

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As Siren
"Well, it did SOMETHING." She said to herself as the tractor flickered. When it came online, her ship specifically wasn't caught quite as hard. She still can't escape, but she can rorate the ship around a little.

She then hears Ramrod's transmission, as well as the pilot talk back and forwarth.

She thinks to herself. A kamikaze attack, huh? Is there really no other way? Come on, even I wouldn't do that...

She waits for a moment. When the soldier's banter stops, she notices that one has volunteered himself. Nobody is willing to attack him though. Not that she can blame them.

She sends out an encrypted message, "I'm sorry, soldier. You are a brave man. If the rest of Rodia are as brave as you, they might have hope."

She turns her ship around, and fired as the exposed Gunship, blowing off one of it's wings and piercing the weak spot left in it's armor. A second later, the gunship explodes in a slightly more violent manner than you'd expect from a spaceship that size.

After some time, repair, and several checkups, the warning lights and sirens finally turned themselves off. In the Genghis' bridge, all systems seemed to be working again. All screens and lights were lit, command interfaces were fully operational and the ship's engineers had finally been able to get the 'all systems nominal' notification back on the screens for the first time since the GEF had entered the wormhole. The moment it popped up, the crew of the bridge let out a collective sigh. They, as well as the other crewmembers of the massive flagship, had been frantically running around, trying to fix everything and making sure everything still worked. Luckily for the crew, the only major damage inside the ship had been an overloaded wormhole generator, something that was easily fixable in mere minutes with the Khaganate's advanced technology and resources. The major structural damage was a massive cut in the left part of the stern of the Khaganate flagship, caused by a collision with the bow of one of the Khaganate's cruisers when the flagship started to turn around during the wormhole jump.

The rest of the fleet, however, seemed to have suffered much worse damage than the flagship had. After everyone got their bearings, reports started to come in from nearly every ship in the fleet, telling of missing people, equipment, fighters, destroyed systems, and the list continued to grow. Most remarkable was that an entire Mori-class landship was missing from its dropping bay in one of the Typhon-class stratocruisers of the fleet. Two entire ships had gone missing as well, simply dissapeared to another place or time when the wormhole tunnel broke apart. The Khan himself was most irritated about the loss of VIPs 45 to 47, they were his friends and well-respected and long-standing Kurultai members, so it was a true waste that he and the Lanist Khaganate had lost them. Yuri also despised the way the news had been brought, as he despised the whole codename system that was commonly in place for the Lanist Khaganate, where some of the most important people of the nation were reduced to mere numbers, but it had been in place long before he became Khan and it would probably endure after his death. It made him sad as he walked towards the Kurultai conference room.

"Members of the Kurultai," Yuri began speaking as he looked around the room. Nearly everyone used screens and hologram projectors rather than meet in person. Of course, it was an emergency Kurultai, so nobody had the time to take a shuttle and fly to the fleet's flagship. To Yuri's shock, there were a lot more people missing than the three he heard about. Of course, many members were probably helping on their own ships, but the Khan could not lose the feeling that a lot more people dissapeared in the wormhole jump than initially thought. "It seems that we have arrived in a completely unknown universe," He continued, "and I would like to request your advice to deal with our current situation. As you might've known, we've suffered great losses, with people, materiel, and even entire ships seemingly dissapearing into the unknown." Immediately, the Kurultai started arguing and offering solutions to the problems that the Khaganate faced, as they usually did. At least that's still the same Yuri thought.

After the Kurultai had been debating for several hours, a plan of action was finally made and approved by Khan Lanist himself. First order of business would be to locate where they were, having to stay in the same position for several days. After that, they would have to find some way to locate much of the missing equipment, and most importantly, the missing people that had dissapeared after the fleet was so violently thrown into the unknown reality. Then, they would figure out where to go then.
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When Fanny May sent her distress call, the Khaganate's Great Expansion Fleet had already flown far away from the asteroid field in its succesful attempt to avoid it, but the call was still heard. The message was relayed to the fleet admiral's second-in-command, as the admiral of the GEF was currently at the Kurultai meeting, and a response was sent: "We will come pick you up. Please stay on your position and wait for our rescue vessel to arrive." The 'rescue vessel' in question was the KSR Atlas, a stratocruiser spaceship belonging to the Omega Order. The dark blue painted hull of the Stratocruiser reflected the dim light of the bleak sun as it headed towards the asteroid field. The choice for a stratocruiser was simple, as they had very large hangar bays that could be opened and then seperated from space using forcefields, making it easy to take the rescued ship in and repair it before sending it on its way.

The Atlas arrived near the asteroid field, and a transport craft equipped with mechanical arms flew towards the Jezebel, nimbly dodging the incoming asteroids the ship grabbed the Jezebel and hauled it towards the Atlas' open hangar bay, carefully placing it on the bay's floor.

James Maleski, proud soldier of the Omega Order, was sitting in his room, eating. The mess hall had to be cleaned due to a containment breach from the disastrous wormhole jump. As usual, right when he was eating, James got the order to report to his designated briefing room with the rest of his team. It turned out he was to assemble a welcoming party for a native lifeform of this universe that was apparently in need of help and had been rescued by the Atlas. Soon, James' task force was gathered in the hangar bay, standing in a line, the people in the center crouching down. They all pointed their weapons at a strange metal object that had just been put down on the hangar's floor by a transport craft that had just come in from the asteroid field.
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That night, the stranger did not sleep well. It was not because of fear of the dark or being assassinated by one of the Wul, he had lost that emotion a long time ago, and he knew that he had not harmed anyone in the Wul empire, already showing his complete difference to the human bandits that raided its farms and villages. Neither was it because he was stressed or was worried about anything, because he had been travelling the land, occasionaly working as a mercenary for the local population.

The stranger was dreaming. They were no pleasant dreams either. The stranger dreamt of a group of massive flying metal vessels flying through an even greater tunnel with walls made of pure light in all colors of the rainbow. Something went horribly wrong, causing untold destruction as the strange objects collided into eachother and the walls of the tunnel that had started to ripple. He woke up, sweating all over, and put on his clothes and went outside, where he looked up at the sky. He did not see the familiar stars, instead, he saw hundreds of strange bright lights, slowly moving to the south, and for some reason, he felt as if he recognized it, but the feeling went away quickly. He tried to sleep until it was day again, and left the inn in the morning, having already paid for the room and the food the night before. For some reason, he had the urge to travel towards the south, leaving the Wul Empire.

It was the second day of his journey to the south when he came across another Wul farm. It was still early in the morning, and fog that had come from the sea was laid over the land like a blanket. In the fog, the stranger heard screaming. It had to be bandits! The man drew his two-handed sword and charged, he vaguely saw someone approaching from the left, and swung his blade, cutting the man's torso. Another bandit charged at him, and he sidestepped, letting the foe stumble as he lost his balance. He cut the man's arm off. This was enough to disperse the other bandits, as the stranger had taken them by complete surprise because of the dense fog. When the farmer and his wife came to look at who rescued them, they found nothing, because the stranger had already continued on his journey.

@Hokum@Quote5

@Hokum
The Commander felt bitterness that Fanny thinks himself or the MASGC are pointed as evil is the reason for Hany's Ribbon to magically zoom within their direction.

You're expecting to believing me that we're upsetting the nature of balance because we done something nefarious and mischievousness? What are you trying to imply? We haven't done anything wrong in major!

@Quote5

The Commander was questioning about Ernest:

Ah, I see... Wait.. A sentient spaceship?! How did a scrap piece of floating metal has achieved sentience of all the sudden?! Tell me Ernest! Where did you come from?!

@Quote5@Metatrooper

Siren's attack on the exposed Gunship is successful. The explosion creates a cascade effect, breaking down the tractor beam in a series of further explosions that quickly reach the tractor beam emitter and cause the central matrix to malfunction. But the effects of the blast, in combination with Siren's previous use of Sing that sent numerous other Forte systems into turmoil, cause a series of other system malfunctions.

Immediately, the other tractor beams fail and all the other ships are released as the massive torpedo-shaped Forte Vessel shutters and begins to spin. While it does so, it sends out automated distress signals as well as a number of signature readings that suggest that a high-yield energy imbalance is taking place within the vessel - The Forte vessels propulsion systems are one of the many other systems effected by the blast, in combination with Sing. It is only a matter of minutes before the Forte Vessel loses containment and self destructs. The blast of the Forte vessel will be enough to obliterate every other vessel within a 20,000 mile radius.

If Hany's ribbon's threat was not enough, there is now another and even more immediate threat pending. The Rodia, The Wave Blaster, and the Tempest had better get their asses out of there. Unfortunately... Ramrod and Hank are still trapped inside the Forte vessel.

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((had to respond to this situation immediately. Apologies to the others who might be waiting for my reply, I'll respond to you as well in my next post.))

The Tempest suddenly froze, held in place by the tractor beam rather than being pulled towards the battleship.

Meta: Shit.

A notification then appears on his HUD as the disembodied robotic voice of Niner could be heard.

Niner: Reactor is ready for overload, awaiting command.

Meta: Steady, we're still caught in their tractor beam but keep on coms and be ready for my signal.

Niner: Affirmative.

Putting his coms on standby, he then sees Hany's Ribbon appear in the distance as Fanny starts talking.

Meta: Hmph, taking off my helmet would be the last thing I would do here.

But as he hears her say "Dorsin ost Halit", he immediately realizes that she might have something to do with everything that's happened to him, as if he didn't think of it before. He would have to deal with her later however, as his focus is directed to the task at hand.

After a minute or two, the Tempest's already damaged sensor array somehow managed to pick up a broadcasted transmission from the Forte ship, containing what seemed to be: cat noises?
After the transmission ended, nothing happened, the tractor beam was still holding all of the ships and Hany's Ribbon was still getting closer. Meta was unaware of what that message was, perhaps a warning from the Forte, but he couldn't understand what it meant. Suddenly an explosion appears on the Tempest's viewport as one of the ships fires on another, disabling the tractor beam and causing the Forte ship to malfunction. It took him a few seconds to realize what was happened but as the ship's controls flashes from red to green, his instincts kicked in.

He immediately turned his coms back on and ordered Niner to overload the reactor, and within a few seconds, the ship's propulsion and navigation systems flared up a bright green. He quickly steered the Tempest away from the Forte ship and turned to face the dark expanse of space. Without any time to key in a destination he pushed a lever forward as the Tempest zoomed away from the rest of the nearby ships, disappearing completely.

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Now travelling through hyperspace and safely out of harm's reach, Meta let out a sigh as he slumped back in the pilot's seat. He then looked to his side and realized that he had another problem to deal with: his newfound uninvited guest. He grabbed Fanny by the arm and led her out of the cockpit into the rest of the bridge before releasing her near a seat.

Meta: Start talking. Now.

@Doc Doctor

“Life is a miracle, Donny.” Fanny replied while cracking her knuckles, “Next time you find yourself in front of a mirror, consider that you’re looking at a miracle.”

She then watches with brow raised, and a little smirk, at the coin circle her and come to rest on the floor. With a little snuff, she stoops down and plucks it up before using her thumb to flick it in Donny’s direction. Time then seems to slow down, the coin moving in slow motion as it flips towards him and she starts answering his question, though her words aren’t effected by the slowing of time. Only the coin is affected.

“Faith. The substance of things hoped for, the evidence things not seen.” She said. The coin reached the height of its arced trajectory to Donny. “What man or woman is so sure of the unseen that faith can be considered anything more than hope?” The coins arrives within grasping range of Donny as she finishes her response: “It’s an insult to childlike purity. Lost are the days when I even had a heart to expect real faith from people.”

As the coin reaches its destination, whether Donny catches it or not, the door to the room suddenly opens with a sharp sound, like air escaping a puncture in a tyre. In the same moment the laser sensors shut down as the turrets go offline. Four armed Quatis security officers storm into the room but stop just inside the doorway. Behind them, Donny, if he’s paying attention, can see the metal crate Fanny had mentioned in the other room. She hadn’t been lying. Two of Quatis security, however, now stopped in their tracks, take aim with their rifles at Fanny May. The other two take aim at Donny.

“Who the fuck are you?!” One of the officers yell out, but the question wasn’t directed at Donny, but Fanny instead. It was clear they didn’t recognize her or even know why she was in that room.

In an immediate response, Fanny throws up her arms in shrug-like fashion and laughs while saying; “Well boys, you got me good!”

“Get down on the floor!” The same officer yelled at her and took a step closer to her.

“Settle down, my son.” She replied in a calm and unperturbed voice. She then looks at Donny with a wink. “Have faith in yourself, then maybe you can find faith in another.”

With those words spoken, the same Quatis officer as before started repeating his previous order, but his words were cut off when he saw Fanny vanish. She vanished with no sign of light, no tell-tale sign that she had any assistance from technology. She just blinked from existence. In the wake of her absence, the device that had been on her wrist fell to the floor in front of Donny.

“What the hell is going on here - fuck!” Another officer exclaimed, utterly confused by what was taking place.

Then, defying their own apprehension of the current turn of events, the two officers covering Donny spilt up, one rushing around to Donny’s left, the other remaining to Donny’s Right, while the other two officer quickly turned their attention to Donny as well. One stayed in front of Donny, the other moved around behind him.

The one to Donny’s left then started barking orders at him: “Remain in your seat, you son of a bitch! One false move and you die!”

“You’re being transferred!” the first officer adds. “Escort is on its way – you will not resist if you know what’s god for you!” He then lifts his rifle to speak into the device on his wrist: “Head command, send backup! There’s some strange-ass shit going on down here!”

Each of the four officers are suited in jumpsuits. They each hold a rifle similar to the one Dino Gavon and his had held. They are not wearing head gear. They all were devices on their wrists. They all have 6 inch combat knives sheathed on their belts. They are all standing just over a meter form Donny’s position. The door to the room remains open.

As the first of the officers is still in the middle of calling for backup, and although she can no longer be seen, Donny hears the voice of Fanny whisper in his ear:

“Dorsin ost Halit, my gifted one.”

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@Metatrooper

Fanny seemed amused, softly snickering as the event with the Forte took place, or maybe her reaction to the destructing of the Rodia ship had lightly impressed her.

“Oof!” She declared in a childlike manner when the Tempest jumped to Hyperspace. “You’re sure taking your chances here, buddy! But it sure is exciting stuff!” She polished off her beer and tossed the bottle to the side before Meta grabbed her by the arm to drag her away.

Being forcefully ushered by Meta to the Bridge changed her mood, however. Her lips puckered sideways in a distasteful fashion while her eyes turned down to the grip he had on her arm.

Released from his grip on the bridge, she sighed. She was no longer wearing glasses. She bit her lip for a second, then rolled her eyes as if she had remembered something unimportant before she finally replied;

“You’ve always used your brain a little more than most probably should. What ever happened to that sweet little kid I once knew?” She holds up a fresh bottle of beer, unopened, and offers it to him. “I tell ya what…” As she is now talking her expression changes to a serious glare at Meta, while her voice gradually changes to that of a masculine, though soothing and yet profoundly persuasive tone. While this happening, her skin darkens to a deep shade of brown while her eyes begin to radiate a soft, white glow. “…you take off that head gear and have a sip of this beer, and I’ll reveal some things you might like to know.”

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@CmdrAlfieq@Quote5

Fanny gives Junior a look of light admiration, then focuses on the commander with a smile of courteousness, not sincerity.

She says: “We all have our views on what is wrong or right, despite what our intuition tells us, even if those intuitions contradict what our mind tells us. Isn’t that so, Commander? So, allow me to rephrase the question….”

Fanny now has fresh beers in her hand, one in her left, the other in her right. Where they came from isn’t known. They are just there. She offers the one in her right hand to the commander, and adds;

“Dorsin ost Halit, Commander; what exactly are your intentions for the activities taking place on that planet you call your own?”

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@jorcool

The small ship hadn’t extended the arms of its landing gears. Once placed on the floor of the hangar it does so, raising the body of the ship as the task force assemble in preparation for the worst.

A silent moment passes before the door of the ship opens, making hardly a sound as it lifts to grant exit to the person inside and a series of stepping platforms extend to the floor of the hangar.

A young woman then emerges from within. She has green eyes, brown shoulder length hair and is clothed in a loose fitting yellow and pink summer dress, hardly the attire to be expected from someone stepping off of any sort of space craft.

She looks around at the task force, quickly absorbs the outlay of the hangar, and then descends the stairs calmly to the hangar floor. She gives a warm smile to the armed troops, visibly unfettered by the weapons pointed at her. Lifting her voice, she addresses everyone present:

“I would like to meet the man whose decision it was to save me and…” She glances down at herself, “…the seed growing inside me.”

Meta was expecting her to retain her happy-go-lucky demeanor despite what had just happened, and acted as cold and as serious as ever, crossing his arms and maintaining his fixed stare. What happened next did shock him a little however, as she suddenly changed her tone and implied that she knew him since his childhood, despite him never having seen her before in his life. What was even more perplexing was her sudden change in voice from feminine to masculine, and her change of skin colour and the sudden illumination of her eyes. He did not seem very shocked at this sudden change of events however, and deduced that the thing standing in front of him was a shapeshifter, relatively uncommon in the galaxy but not supernatural by any means. He was confused however, as to her insistence of him removing his helmet despite him already telling her that he wouldn't.

Meta: Well you're a weird-looking Gurkuni. But I'm afraid that's not going to happen. Now, I'm going to ask you again, who are you and why are you here?

As he asked her, he silently checked his weapons systems through his HUD, and readied a stun dart in case she was going to resist.

Cuna blinked as Fanny suddenly disappeared "Bloody.. cryptic advi-" He blinks in surprise again as Pirila suddenly runs past him down the stairs, and follows her down.

Oh, it was Dino again. Seemed like her... fellow barbarian. Fucking jackass... had been kidnapped. Was that who she was talking about, the one she didn't want him to swear around? Likely. "I can't promise I can do all that much myself" He says dryly, "But I'll help out myself in any way I can."

With that said, there... doesn't seem to be much he can do at the moment, other than wait.