@Quote5

Commander was still in a sense of suspicion to Ernest, but in a cool mood for his reaction.

.... I see.... I better keen an eye on you if we're ever met in another time. Also for a last thing, how large of your ship's capacity that you can hold before succumbed in overweight?

@Hokum

Meta stood there staring at her, unmoving. What happened next surprised him though, as she teleported her can of beer onto a nearby desk.

Perhaps she is something supernatural indeed.

As she talks about the drink, Meta quietly gazes as it, before looking back at her and maintaining his stern expression. He attentively listens to her speak, remaining unmoving but analyzing every word she says, because he knows that there is perhaps something much more sinister behind her.

He is then caught off guard as the Tempest started shaking violently, knocking him down to the floor. He looked around the room before rushing to the terminal and seeing that the ship had somehow managed to change course mid-hyperspace jump.

This just happened.

This couldn't have happened.

But it did.

He slowly craned his head around, staring at Fanny through the dark visor of his helmet. Meta was then struck with a sense of fear and paranoia, as there was no doubt that she was the one responsible for this. Remembering her previous demands, he walked over to her, stopping right in front of her. He stared at her for a few seconds before slipping both of his hands to the side of his helmet. A hissing sound could then be heard as his suit depressurized and unlocked itself, disconnecting from the suit as well. He slowly raised both of his hands, moving his helmet up and eventually revealing his face to her. Hebplaced his helmet under his left arm and had a completely blank expression on his face, seemingly unfazed by what had just happened, despite what he really felt.

He then felt the ship shake again, although this time he did not fall to the floor and maintained his composure. He turned and moved to the terminal again, indicating that they had emerged from hyperspace, and they were orbiting another unknown planet with several heavily armed ships accompanying them in orbit. The ships didn't look like any he'd seen before, but they were heavily armed and shielded, and didn't seem to be doing anything either, other than waiting for something perhaps. Meta then received the automated message from the so-called Quatis, asking him for his identification and intentions. He then sent a reply back to the Quatis fleet.

Meta: This is Meta of the Tempest, my ship is heavily damaged and in need of repairs. I am not hostile and was just passing through the system when my course was suddenly altered.

After sending the message, Meta moved to the counter where the beer was located and grabbed it, examining the cover while walking back over to Fanny. He switched gazed between Fanny and the can before opening it and taking a sip.

Meta: God, this tastes terrible.

@CmdrAlfieq
As Ernest
The Pod pipes up again. "I have room for 100 people. Assuming Miss May decides to continue staying with me, I have 99 dorms available. I'm assuming you ask because you would like to transport some of your people on my hull. With only 99 spaces available, that does not seem very efficient."

The Khaganate fleet continued their orbit around the medieval planet, lazily passing over it as its ships tried to scan the planet and its surroundings for a slight grain of information. They had already learned that somehow, the two Khaganate ships that had been missing had somehow ended up on the planet below, earlier than the main Khaganate fleet.

The Khagan of the Khaganate, Yuri Lanist, as well as the admiral of the fleet, a rather short man with brown hair named Jay Haward, were sitting in the Genghis' primary bridge. The primary bridge, contrary to the secondary one, was located more into the vessel, having several viewscreens instead of windows to make it safer for the crew inside. It was also located near the conference room where the Kurultai meetings were held, a specialized meeting room equipped with screens and holographic projectors. Both men had just returned from the meeting, exhausted from the many discussions that were held there. Yuri had just given the order to leave if nothing was heard from the wrecks on the planetary surface.

Then, a group of scientists and some science officers came into the bridge at a frantic pace. The leading scientist bowed before Yuri before speaking. "We have discovered some new information that will most likely be very important to you." Yuri nodded, signaling that the scientist should continue. "We have discovered that the lost two Khaganate ships have somehow ended up at opposite ends of the planet. One is in the larger southern continent you can see on the viewscreen right now, while the other is near the arctic wastes of the world. We have also found out that the strange gravitational anomaly that caused many of the dropships that had been sent in to investigate and were completely ripped apart was caused by the wormhole generators of these two ships. I will spare you the scientific details, but the mass compressor required for puncturing a hole through spacetime has gone haywire, causing the anomaly that we have observed earlier. Interestingly enough, this also causes a temporal anomaly, where time is actually accelerated relative to us. If a few hours pass here, several days will have passed."
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@Hokum
As Fanny May rose from her seat, the tension in the room increased to the point where one could cut it with a knife. James and his colleague standing a few meters next to him at the opposite side of the doorway kept a firm grip on their heavy assault rifles. People or humanoids brought to these containment areas weren't really supposed to move, and James' keen eye had seen how she was able to stand against the almost unreasonably high acceleration of the elevator. He could see something was up with her, he had faced far too many anomalous beings and dangers to not quickly notice when something was off. And he knew that Operation Command, who were constantly watching the situation through cameras in the containment cell, elevator, and his team's helmets. By now, PA-3 to PA-12 must've been lining up at the door, ready to bust in if it is needed, James thought. He readied his weapon, covertly switching the safety off. To his surprise though, nothing special happened, and Fanny returned to her seat after giving the vice-admiral a kiss on his nose and forehead. Apparently, there was no danger after all, and James slowly let out his breath, making sure no one could see his disbelief. His face was hidden behind a gas mask anyway, so neither the vice-admiral nor PA-2 had noticed it.

Vice-admiral Jens Knaggs responded to Fanny: "Thank you for warning us of the danger of repairing your ship. You will probably be happy to know that sharing your knowledge saved some lives."

Right at that moment, in the hangar bay, several repairmen immediately backed away from the small ship that had been placed there earlier as soon as they had gotten the order to do so. They had been told to repair it earlier, but upon hearing Fanny's information someone in Operation Command immediately turned on the hangar's intercom speakers, telling the men and women not to do so.

"Secondly," Jens continued, "You are indeed correct that our arrival here has not been... as we had hoped, but thank you for your kind reception." The vice-admiral did not really listen to what she said after that. He was not a superstitious man who believed in bad omens, so he would not believe the way the Khaganate arrived here, however chaotic, was a sign of bad things to come.

He had seen how she considered giving him advice, and found it mildly suspicious, so he decided to ask about it. "Now, I would like to ask you a question, if I may. I do not wish to overstep my bounds, considering you probably know a lot more about this universe than we do, but what is the advice you mentioned that you wanted to give me earlier? We know nothing about this universe, so any information would help us greatly. Do not worry though, we are not the barbarians that some see us as, so we will not try to force this information out of you in any way."
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The fire crackled as one of the duchess' servants threw another chopped wooden log on the campfire. Several lackeys, soldiers, and even some mercenaries were sitting around the fire. The stranger thought back on how he ended up in this position.

When he saw the woman, and especially, heard her name, immediately another one of those strange feelings of recognition, the same one that he had felt when he saw the many lights in the night sky that night in the tavern, overtook him. This time however, it was a lot stronger, and didn't go away so quickly, as if something deep inside him tried to either warn or alert him of something, but he did not know what. He followed her, while she rode on her horse, back towards the campsite, where several wagons had been placed as a defensive makeshift barrier. He listened to how she and her captain of the guard had heard great stories about how a traveller with white hair was travelling through several realms. The stranger knew this was obviously an attempt to flatter him to get him to actually accept their proposal. Then the duchess explained how she was travelling towards the south, and needed capable soldiers to protect her. He only became interested when they started talking about the reward "So," the stranger replied, "I help you, and in return I will get a lot of money? Sounds like a deal."

The duchess had talked to him alone a bit later, telling her about a strange dream she had, after which she felt the compulsion to travel towards the southern part of the continent. The stranger had replied by saying that he also had the same dream, but he did not know what or who caused something like that to happen.

And so, the stranger had joined the group of travellers. He was making his own journey towards the southern part of the world anyway, and if he got money for travelling with a group and doing what he usually did that was nothing less than a win-win situation to him.

The man had been staring into the fire for a while, when he was soon disturbed by a lot of noise, seemingly caused by Katie furiously storming out of her tent, followed by a small crowd of servants, advisors, and other important people. Contrary to her earlier appearance, the duchess was now clad in clothes that were more fit for travelling. They were all bickering about something the stranger could not hear because they were still too far away, but he did know that they were coming closer, and they were coming fast. Soon, they were near him, and duchess Anderson spoke to him.

"Stranger, I will be continuing on this journey with you from this point on, and with you alone."

He heard the captain of the guard reply that she should not associate with a wanderer like him, and that he could be very dangerous, but Katie countered by saying that the stranger had the same dream as she did, and that there had to be something that had to be investigated. Soon, the staff were grudgingly forced to accept her decision, as she was still their duchess, and the stranger and Katie set off to adventure.

It was the first day of their journey together. They had already been able to cover a lot of distance between their original starting point and their end goal. The duchess had been able to hunt for some food with a bow and arrows she had brought along, and they had been cooking the food and eating it. Katie turned to the stranger, and said to him "I wonder what you look like under that hood.", so the stranger removed it, revealing his white hair, grey eyes, beard that had slowly been growing and most prominently the massive wound that ran across his face. She asked him if he was alright, or in pain, but he didn't reply. The wound had not fully healed yet although scar tissue had started to form, but it still hurt slightly. The stranger did not really like to admit such things and soon went to sleep, ignoring her question.

It had been a week, and the warmer and drier climate of the area they were in signified that they were approaching their goal. They had only had one horse for the entire journey, because the duchess' servants and soldiers needed them or some of them were simply too weak to carry them, so they took Katie's brown mare. The stranger was riding it, while Katie sat behind him, holding him as she fell asleep. For some unknown reason, the stranger realized he had been smiling as the small incident happened, but why he did not know. Soon, the wanderer and the duchess had slowly started to trust eachother a lot more, and after a relatively long time travelling together one could say they had started to become friends.

The area had started to get more hilly as they came closer to their destination. Both Katie and the stranger felt that they were getting close, and chose to walk the last part rather than ride a horse. They both felt that whatever lay behind those last few hills would change everything, and they wanted to savor those last moments together. The trek towards their final goal was brutal, and both sometimes nearly fell off a hill or cliff, only to be saved by the other. At one point, Katie nearly died when some wild animals ambushed their camp, but was saved by the stranger as he drove his sword through the bear's head.

It was the final hill. It took several hours to even scale it, so bad was the path upwards. However, with the stranger's unyielding will and the duchess' clever tactics, they prevailed and they both looked out over the area. They could see a massive crater, with a radius of at least several miles, and in it was the strangest metal construction either of them had seen. Unbeknownst to them, they looked upon the broken and twisted form of the wreckage of the KRS Tsol, a Khaganate spaceship that had crash-landed three years earlier after the same disastrous wormhole jump as the rest of the GEF. They gazed upon the strange vessel, wondering what it was.

And they remembered everything.

@Eviledd1984 @Zyngard

As soon as the platoon disembarked, a defensive perimeter was formed around the rooftop to clear any infected that might be left. Colt then met up with Sgt. Burke, the squad leader of the HAM Troopers.

Colt: Sergeant Burke, you and your squad will be assigned to primary reconnaissance, scout out the city and report back to the rendezvous point immediately.

Burke: Alright sir, we'll do the job for ya.

Burke then turned around to address the rest of his squad.

Burke: Squad! Move into formation Beta-1 and move out!

As the HAMs received their sergeant's message on the coms, they immediately started moving, three of them grouped up and jumped away from the building, falling through the air before activating their jetpacks and flying away. One other trooper then joined up with Burke and went the opposite direction. All five of them ultimately dissapeared after a few seconds as Colt and the Assault Troopers prepared for their recon op. About 4 of the troopers started setting up gun emplacements and barricades around the rooftop, fortifying it against whatever infected that would show their ugly faces there.

Heavy plasma repeater


Suddenly, the troopers' helmet sensors detected something coming up the stairs. In an instant, they formed a position around the door, with guns at the ready. After a few seconds, the door opened, revealing a seemingly non-infected human carrying a sniper rifle. Some of the troopers lowered their blasters and others kept the barrel of their rifle trained on the man and the doorway. Colt would lower his own firearm before asking.

Colt: Who are you, a survivor? Are there more of you?

Not long after Colt asked, another entity appeared from the doorway. His arrival promoted all of them to aim their guns again, now facing a new non-human creature. It looked odd enough with its grotesque appearance and weird clothing, but it did not seem like the rest of the infected. The creature then spoke, albeit weirdly, to which Colt replied.

Colt: Yes, we are. Now identify yourself. Are you infected?

@Metatrooper

"My name is Memoriae I am by a simple fortune teller, if I was infected then I would have attacked you by now no? But no I am my infected Hooman. I do not think I can be infected by such a puny virus" He said shaking his head. Looking down at Colt. "Are you going to take me to safety? I survived by hiding from the infected' He added wondering if he would be taken by the humans.

He asked as well if they had any clues to finding a cure, The tall creature thinking that their was no cure. This idea saddened him as he knew a few humans that he had quite attached to, So the idea of them being lost made him feel sorrow. However he was a New Born and thought of himself as a quite powerful being, So he would have to survive still and live.

The large creature moving a bit closer stopping for a moment as he did not want to be shoot, Although he didn't think he could be killed by their human weapons. Tilting his head a little so his emotionless mask and emotionless voice seemed distant and spaced out. And he was a little harmless, The only threatening thing on him was the strange sword he had sheathed on his back. The sword was a gift form his father whom head never met before. Growing up he lived in a orphanage on the planet where he was ridiculed because he wore his robes, crown and emotionless mask.

@Hokum

Pirila growls as Dino starts swearing. She was grateful that he was willing to help, but she'd much rather he didn't swear. Still, she'd keep quiet about it. For now.

As they leave the building, a weird... thing lands in front of them. Pirila looks at it with confusion. What is that? She is about to say something when suddenly she becomes dizzy and her vision goes black.

A bit later - Pirila honestly had no idea how long they'd been blacked out - she finds herself, together with the others, inside some weird building. She and Hida follow Dino, with Pirila being rather suspicious of the place they found themselves in.

"Thanks, I suppose..." Pirila says as she looks around the room. There was all sorts of weird equipment here, and Pirila would much rather not come in contact with it. She decides to ask a question about what this DGS thing even was, when suddenly they started moving and Pirila becomes dizzy. "...are we moving...?" She asks, as her dizziness slowly becomes worse.

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@Prima Luce

Mili runs for her life through the dark cavern. She had no idea which way to go, all she knew is that her best bet was to get away from her assailant as fast as she could.

The noises of her creations being destroyed worry her. There was nothing stopping the attacker from chasing after her now, but instead of summoning something else she decides to keep running. After all, if her enemy caught up with her she could maybe hide down one of the cave's passages, something that wouldn't work too well if she summoned a monster in it.

But Mili knew that even if she got away she'd still be in trouble. She had no idea where she was after all, she had no clue how to get home. Maybe there were more enemies wherever she now was...

But then, up ahead, a familiar face. Pirila. Mili can't believe her eyes as she speeds up, running as fast as she can towards Pirila. She was safe now.

Once within reach, Mili hugs Pirila tightly, and starts crying. Mere moments earlier she was afraid that she'd never see Pirila again, but here she was, having come to rescue her.

While Pirila breaks the embrace, and takes Mili's hand, Mili is still sobbing, responding only with a nod as she covers her injury again with her other hand. She'd let Pirila resolve the 'getting home' part, Mili knew she was in safe and capable hands now.

@Metatrooper@Eviledd1984

"Well I don't look dead now do I?" He said rather dryly, holding his own hands up, his left hand twisted around to show the back of his hand rather than the palm. "But no, I'm no survivor myself. Got hired by some anonymous donor to kill this plague. Frankly a quite ridiculous amount of money to do so too." He noticed the one he had passed on the way up, seemingly having a sword of some kind. Really? A sword? What kind of dark age society was he from? Those soldiers though.. he liked the look of those turrets they had set up

"To my knowledge, there's nothing here living that's not plague. Of course, to my knowledge, this guy didn't exist either, so maybe there's some survivor group. I wouldn't count on it."

He sighs at the question of whether he's infected "Do I look like I've been bloody infected? I'm no zombie." He says firmly "But I'd tell your jetpack troops to watch out for any projectiles, those big guys are quite strong from what I've seen."

@Metatrooper

Meta finishes telling Fanny how terrible the beer tastes. She raises one brow with a little grin, places her hand on his shoulder while she admired his fair skin, his dark eyes and short, black velvet hair as she tells him;

“Why do you want to hide such a beautiful face…?”

Before Meta can answer, he feels a curios sensation. Fanny fades from his sight as a vision takes hold.

While Meta enters his vision, unaware of things taking place around him, Fanny laughs softly while placing his helmet back on. The Tempest communication systems then receives a reply from the Quatis. This time not automated:

“This is Captain Burgor of the Quatis fleet ship Anos. We have received your transmission. Please reply.”

Fanny walks to the terminal and pressed the appropriate button to open a link to the Quatis captain:

“This is Meta of the Tempest.” She says in the voice of Meta. “I intend no ill will. I was brought here by accident and only wish to restore my systems to full capacity. If there is any assistance you can offer, I’d be grateful.”

“We understand.” The captain replies. “Our readings indicate a single biological life form on board your vessel. Presumably your own. Please confirm.”

“Confirmed, Captain. I am the only biological life form on board The Tempest.”

“Very well.” The captain says. “Standby. Assistance is on its way. We ask that you stand down any and all weaponry before the arrival of our crew. It would do you well to comply to these conditions.”

“All and any threats have been rescinded. Your crew can arrive safely and have no fear of reprisal. I await your assistance.”

“Standby. Assistance is on its way.” The Captain confirms.



When Meta wakes from his vision, he is still standing, while the memory of the event in his vision remains. If he looks around now, he will see that Fanny is gone. The bridge is now being occupied by several Quatis officers. They materialize in front of him. There are 12 Quatis officers now on board the Tempest, all dressed in a likewise fashion of cream colored cloaks. Each have a gun attached to their hip and a case of appropriate technological instruments in one hand. They are ready to get to work.

One of the officers step forward, and speaks;

“If you're finished with your beer, my name is officer Borstal of The Quatis. These are my subordinates. We are here per your request. Where would you like us to begin the restoration of your systems?”

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@jorcool

Once Jens completed his enquiry, Fanny May takes a short, polite moment to turn her attention to James. Her look in that moment is one of fleeting yet admiral amusement, while at the same time James receives some words from her. James will know that no one else can hear these words, only him, entering his mind as if they were thoughts of his own, except in the voice of Fanny:

“I know that feeling, my beloved.”

She then returns her focus to the Admiral, opening her mouth to reply;

“You took care of me without asking for recompense, so what sort of person would I be to request payment for information that may in turn preserve your own life, and the lives of your people? The information is complimentary, Admiral, so it is with your free will.”

She leans back in her seat, a portrayal of her ease. At this moment, Fanny disappears from the view of any and all security surveillance in the room. For all security watching from another room, she would seem to have disappeared, her chair appears empty, and yet her voice can still be heard and her physical body can still be seen as normal by anyone in the same room as her. Even more than this, as if their technology has been commandeered by an unknown power, one of the monitors on the Primary Bridge blacks out for a moment, before being replaced by a view of the room where Fanny and Jens are currently speaking. Those on the preliminary Bridge can hear her speaking, but they cannot see her either.

“Furthermore, Admiral… The wormhole technology used by your people is less than perfect, and in this specific dimension of the universe it will be even less reliable. We have an issue, your people and I. There is a spatial anomaly plaguing this dimension. This anomaly has been randomly destroying civilizations throughout the universe and seems to be attracted to those of questionable… intentions. The reason I mention this specifically is that this anomaly has created havoc in subspace. You will find that wormholes and any other form of inter-dimensional travel is less adhesive than they normally would be.”

She pauses, becoming visible to surveillance technology again and turns to look directly at the surveillance equipment in the room. The individuals on the Primary bridge will see her looking straight at them as she finishes;

And one more thing, my friends. Take care with the planet your fleet has made contact with at present, they are a young people. I understand that your present contact was unintentional. But take heed… do not infect them with knowledge before their time. I trust you will make the right decisions from this point on, as I have seen you are capable of doing so. ...Dorsin ost Halit.”

As Fanny May concludes her lengthy speech, the officers in the Hangar would probably be surprised to see that Fanny’s craft, The Jezebel, becomes unstable. It begins to dissolve into the atmosphere. Like a mirage, it waves as it were vapor caught in a breeze and fades out of existence.

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@Doc Doctor

The door of the turbo lift closed behind the security officers as Donny began to speak.

The foremost officer was intensely curios. He narrowed his eyes, jaw shifting to one side. The other men were finding it hard to hide their trepidation. They had recently arrived in unknown space, and had no idea what to expect. The recent events didn’t help them relax. Tense trigger fingers.

“What woman?” The officer asked. His voice was truly that of confusion as Donny lowered his forehead to the floor. “The prisoner was the only bio reading current in the cell before preliminary security arrived.”

Nevertheless, the officer took Donny’s words as a note of caution. Thinking for a moment, he then signaled to six of his men. The back two lines of officers quickly rushed off down the corridor to manage the situation while the other four officers remain.

The tension and disorientation for the moment may have muffled their ears, or maybe the sound of Donny’s wheezing and the scuffle of six officers rushing off to the holding room muffled the sound of Donny’s zip. Either way, none of them were yet observant of the sound.

“Private Hanlon?” The officer quickly continued with his examination, though at this pint his tension was coming a little undone. Instead of seeing Donny’s misuse of terms as a clear sign to remain suspicious, he received it as an attempt at humor from Hanlon. “This isn’t the time for jokes, is it, Hanlon?” Still, he wasn’t completely convinced that Donny was telling the truth. It was his job to be suspicious.

At this point, the four remaining security became silent, though noticeably more relaxed. Two in the line behind the leading officer, no doubt not as smart as the others, lowered their rifles a little, while the six officers sent to manage the situation were rounding the corner to the holding room behind Donny. But it was in that moment that the leading officer realized something was obviously amiss. How in the hell did this one officer, Hanlon, manage to escape an obviously dangerous criminal and at the same time be aware that said prisoner was accessing his personal effects from the crate? After taking down three well trained men, did this prisoner just let this one run? That didn’t sound right. And who was this woman? There was no woman… there was no other life sign….

He opened his mouth to speak, but didn’t. In an instant of understanding his mistake, he heard Donny’s zipper some to an end of its line. This one man crouching before him had somehow managed to take down four well trained Quatis security officers without even being armed. His present danger became all too real in that moment. It was nothing more than sheer terror that stopped his words from forming. His face paled quickly as the rifle shuttered in his grip….

He utters the words; “My children… I can’t die today.”

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@Zyngard@Dartbored Fairy@Prima Luce

Pirila’s dizziness was probably made worse, as she could see through the window of the bridge that they were rising above the land and soon exited the atmosphere to enter space. Her world was now just a ball below them. In the distance she and Hida can see ten other objects floating in space at a distance. The Quatis Fleet.

Lieutenant Shard, who had also followed, grabs Pirila by the hand. She had seen Pirila’s face pale.

“Come with me,” She says, and leads Pirila back into the previous room where Cuna was sitting on the floor. Shard smiles at Cuna and motions with her head, saying; “Why not explore the rest of the ship? There are three other doors to choose from. I dare you to find Dino’s bedchamber.”

That said, she gives Cuna another wink and then leads Pirila through one of the three doors. Beyond that door they find themselves in a room full of all types of strange equipment and containers. Releasing Pirla’s hand, Shard opens a cabinet and produces a small gun type device that she holds to Pirila’s neck and quickly pulls the trigger. Almost instantly, Pirila will feel her dizziness and all other ill effects subside. Without first asking is she is feeling better, Shard asks;

“Is that cute guy out there… available? I really want to get to know him better… wait… What am I talking about again?”

Shard seems genuinely confused, as if the topic of her thoughts about Cuna had somehow forsaken her.

Back on the bridge, Cas and Dino are busy. They receive coordinates from the Flagship, the last known whereabouts of the missing girl, Mili, indicted by the latest scans of the surrounding solar systems. Within seconds, Cas set in the coordinates of their destination while Dino switched the DGS to a subspace jump mode. In that instant the image of space outside began to change. It was as though all the stars in the universe were suddenly drawn together, aligned in a wall of white light that submerged the DGS. An instant later, the wall of white light broke away as the universe expanded to its rightful setting once again. In just those few moments they had arrived in orbit of another planet in another system. It was a mostly barren planet of deserts and rock. The ships sensors indicated the planet was riddled with a broad system of sub-terrain caves and passages.

Dino and Cas quickly start conducting scans to locate Mili’s specific bio signature. They soon locate her signature some 30 meters below the surface, in the company of the bio reading that matches her abductor.

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@Quote5@CmdrAlfieq

Fanny is disturbed by the Commander’s response to Ernest. The commander had noted his preference to use Ernest as a means to spare supplies and equipment on Iceolia. He has valued these items more than the lives of his people on that planet.

Her face becomes cold, and so does the air inside the room. The temperature in the room drops 0 degrees Celsius, which is enough to make the commander shiver.

Fanny says to the commander: “I see you have clarified your principles. Maybe you should reconsider…. After all, the life of an individual cannot be replaced so easily as supplies and equipment. Not in 20 years. Not in 50. Not even in a millennia. Dorsin ost Halit, Commander. You have been tested. …You have a short time to change your mind….”

Before the commander has a chance to reply, then the room shakes as Fanny disappears. As she vanishes, Junior-Ernest hears a lingering message from her, stating:

“I have not yet forsaken you.”

Momentarily, Fanny appears alone aboard the Ernest. There is a tear rolling down her face.

“You now have the opportunity to change his mind.” She tells him. “Regardless, Ernest…. Do what the commander asks of you. I will be watching.”

Miss Fanny May is then gone in the blink of an eyes.

Meanwhile, Hany's Ribbon is once again increasing speed. At this present increase of velocity, it is now only 30 minutes away.

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@Quote5

While the members of Rodia are quarreling about leadership, Ramrod and Hank’s craft are continuing to quickly distance themselves farther and farther from their position. The craft eventually enters the atmosphere of an M-class planet (one ideal for supporting life). Entering the atmosphere causes the craft to shake violently as it descends quickly to the land below.

To answer Ramrod’s hysterical question, Hank’s screen lights up with a view of outside, which at the moment is just fire, the flames of their hull starting to burn up in the atmosphere. Fortunately, the flames soon subside and the image displays the green flora of the land speeding towards them.

“Hold onto your boots!” Hank yells out in a voice of both excitement and fear, “We’re in for a not so soft landi -”

Before he finish yelling the craft crashed. The impact was enough to detach Hank from the wall in a trail of sparks before smashing against another wall. His view screen went black as it cracked down the center and the last word of his voice was cut off. The sound of the twisting and buckling metal of the craft was a tremendously terrifying sound as it continued roll and tumble across the landscape of the planet and eventually came to a stop. In that moment, the hull of the craft cracked open as sunlight filled the room.

Hank was a mess, a cracked and seemingly dead monitor, looking like nothing more than an old and ruined flat-screen TV in the corner.

@Hokum@CmdrAlfieq
As Ernest
Ernest is understandably a bit surprised by the situation. He takes a moment to process what just happened.

He thinks to himself. Well. That just happened. I suspected Fanny May was a human, at this point, no, she is most certainly not human. That explains a lot. I do wonder though...

Ernest's thought is interrupted by his terminal.

USER INSTANCE "FANNY MAY" HAS TELEPORTED AND IS CURRENTLY IN AN UNKNOWN LOCATION.

YES, TERMINAL, I NOTICED. Still... She seems to have good intentions, even if she appears to be some sort of supernatural entity. Besides, it's not like I have any real experience with anyone else except for her, I might as well continue to trust her.

As Ernest finishes thinking, Ernest Jr. jumps up onto the Commander's desk. "Commander, it appears that you have upset Miss May. And considering she has just demonstrated to us that she is far more powerful than either of us originally though, you should probably be concerned about upsetting her. She has now assigned me to talk to you."

Ernest's voice is as calm as ever, which is probably kinda eerie after what Fanny did. Or maybe not. It's hard to tell. Ernest Jr continues. "I'm no expert in the culter of you humans... but if I were you, I would value the life of a person over some equipment. With Fanny's unexpected disappearance, I have 100 slots for temporary residence, and I have an empty storage bay that could be used for substance for the people without having to fill up additional dorms. Maybe I'd even have room for some of that equipment to seem to be so fond of."

"Of course, this is just a suggestion." The pod keeps going, "This for facility, do with it as you wish. You are it's leader, not me. I'm assuming you are already evacuating some of the people?"

WARNING! INSTANCE "HANY'S RIBBON" IS APPROACHING INCREDIBLY QUICKLY. APPROX 30 MINUTES UNTIL IMPACT TO MASGC.

Ernest Jr pipes up to the revelation. "Whatever you decide, commander, decide it quickly. He do not have much time."

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@Hokum
As Ramrod
Ramrod is pretty darn shook up by all of this.

"MRA-OH, MRAOH, MRAOH." (WHAT, THE, MRAOH.)

Ramrod notices Hank is a tad on the shattered side. Which freaks him out even more. He then runs over to Hank while Mraoh'ing "HAAAANK". In Mraoh, of course, not in english. He really should have had that translator on him, it seems like.

Ramrod looks at the damage to Hank. "Mraoh, mraoh mraoh, mraoh?" (I'm smart, I can fix this, right?)

Ramrod doesn't have any tools on him, so no, he can't. He mraoh's a sigh as he realizes that, and falls back to a sitting position.

Ramrod, being the doofus that he is, took this long to notice that there is sunlight coming through. He looks over, and climbs up the side of the hull so he can look out the crack. I can't have him react to what he sees, since I do not know what he sees yet.

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As Rodia and Siren
By the time Rorod arrives, Siren has already organized the election. When he bursts in, (I'm pretty sure that's the only way R-Core know how to go through doors: Dramatically bursting in.) Siren turns to look at him.

"We are having a debate in an hour in the square. I recommend you prepare a speech." She said to him.

Rorod is flabbergasted. "Can... can she do that?!"

The clerk behind the desk Siren is walking away from responds. "Apparently so. I was surprised as well."

Rorod turns back to Siren. "How do you know so much about our legal system already?!"

Siren responds, "Actually, I don't. Lucky guess. I was kinda surprised too when I found out it was that easy." She says while she is walking past him.

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An hour later. A small crowd has gathered around the square, as Siren and Rorod get ready for their speeches. Most of those who couldn't make it are looking through transmission being sent through the station. Rorod goes first. He's a little distraught, since he didn't have enough time to make a proper speech.

"People of Rodia! I am Rorod. You all know that. You all know who I am, what my virtues are, what my policies are. Heck, half of you know me personally. As far as I am concerned, Ramrod is still our leader. He has done a darn good job leading us up until now, why should we give up on him now, just because of what happened?" His speech was a bit longer that that. But that's the important stuff.

Siren walks up to the podium. Unlike Rorod, she doesn't need to use the microphone. "People of Rodia. Do you really put your faith in Ramrod? A child's toy? He was irresponsible. He never led you to advance. He never led you at all! He just let you mozie around your organized lives. Ramrod couldn't protect you from the Forte. And neither could Rorod. I did. I'm sure most of you know by now, with Gamma and I put up a force field that saved Rodia from that blast. So who do you really want leading you? Rorod, who couldn't protect you and is obsessed with saving a children's toy who couldn't either; or me, who has already shown the she can protect you?"

The R-Core start murmuring amongst themselves, and a few of them notice that the voting stand has been set up and have moved over there to start voting. Rorod is a bit surprised that Siren managed to make such a good argument with so little time, although he still doesn't agree with her.

As all of that is happening, Gamma, who was at the edge of the crowd, notices Siren sneaking off. He is the only R-Core to notice, and starts following her.

"Where do you think you are going?" Asks Gamma, as they get out of hearing range of the crowd.

Siren looks over, "To the prison. I'm going to install the remainder of your chips in myself."

Gamma gets closer. "WHAT?! But aren't you a... you can't... THOSE ARE MINE!"

Siren: "Oh come now, it's not like anyone would trust YOU to have them back." At this point Siren and Gamma are walking nearly side by side.

Gamma: "And you think they will let YOU have them?!"

Siren: "Don't be ridiculous. Why do you think I am doing it in secret?"

Gamma: "Why would you need those chips anyway? Aren't you a highly specialized R-2 core?"

Siren looks around to make sure nobody else is listening, and then back to Gamma.

Pirila continues to lead Mili through the passage. They make haste until arriving at a small open cavern. This is where they stop. Pirila appears agitated for only a short instant while releasing Mili’s hand. She crouches before the child and looks her over as any doting caregiver would do.

"You're safe. Help will be arriving soon."

It is however then that Pirila’s eyes fall upon the wound in Mili’s abdomen. Pirila uses one finger to wipe blood from the edge of the wound. She licks the blood from her finger and releases a soft, gratified moan. She then takes Mili by one shoulder, gently, drawing her face close to the child’s and smiles warmly. There is an… unusual desire clearly present in her stare.

“Did I ever tell you how good you taste?”

Before Mili can react to the understanding that something is oddly out of place, Pirila strikes her at the back of her jaw. The flanking blow of Pirila’s fist would be unexpected, fast, and hard enough to render Mili unconscious.

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The DGS is in orbit. Their scans of the area detect not only the Bio Signatures of Mili and her abductor beneath the surface of the planet, but also the arrival of another vessel. This vessel also establishes orbit 5000 kilometers away from The DGS. If the DGS is advanced as the Quatis would hope to be, its systems too will register as being scanned.

The DGS receives a message from the other vessel. The message is short. If the crew of the DGS opens their audio to hear it, they will discover the message is spoken by a masculine voice. This person sounds to be advancing in years. His message may be considered ambiguous.

"Mine."

@Hokum

The Commander noticed the whole room was shivering in cold ambient. He knew and speculate in Fanny May's decision is a 'cowardice insolent' from his own vision after she's magically teleported out from recorder sight. Unfortunately at the same time, he's really angry for not giving him any information about acquiring a new destination to settle for MASGC's planetary relocation, and so-forth suspecting a whole introductory meeting was a ruse to delay MASGC's evacuation from inevitable doom by Hany's Ribbon.

Despite the Commander was partially at fault for bringing them into a personal conversation and wasted for many hours later with little discovery, Ernest and Fanny May were also at a 'faulty end of the stake' for not giving him a direct response to his questions before the inevitable, and thus if they did without questioning his motives and morale choices, the Commander can step his decisions ahead of schedule and will done it sooner than expected (possibly be able to save more people if the Commander was well-informed). The Commander had already played a risky gambit that endangered an entire MASGC to gather enough information before doing anything else, and from then onward, they are still stranding on a single crippled stick while blindfolded, to whether he needed to start immediately, or putting a whole population of MASGC in history.

@Quote5

Knowing the Commander has little time to do anything else, he'll proceeded to give a direct response at Ernest.

If you have any spaces for people, substances and equipment, all rolled into your single ship, then do it right now, definitely now! We have a little time and options to do for anything else, and the MASGC are still ill-informed to where we are supposed to go next! If your ship is even have any hydroponic gardens or extra spaces somewhere, then why you don't ask it sooner?! It would have made a whole life for us much easier and cutting some slacks by then!

The Commander then thrown his empty glass to the floor in a spite of advocating, tempered mood.

*Sigh* . . Yes, some people including the native inhabitants are at the MASGC space headquarters right now. Any bulwark remains in Iceolia? I wouldn't allow them to safe passage in because several concerns, which is much, much worst than trying to be a righteousness person by bringing everyone in, Ernest. If I do followed the plan like Fanny May's ideals, the entire population will dire of starvation, and thus said people will become a savage cannibalistic animals in dire of survival on a very ship I stood! It was a horrifying aftermath if we can't find a suitable place to search, farm, and maintain nutrients to feast on. Maintaining a median between people, supplies and equipment is necessary.

Now go and quickly venture in Iceolia, take as many as you can of people, and stuffs, or whatever, and leave before the impact! No further questions asked!

Dismiss! We're done!

@Hokum
Fanny's words sent James into a slight panic. She had said something to him without even opening her mouth! That had to be clear signs that she was anomalous. And she said something about him being her 'beloved?' He did not really understand what that was about, but he didn't care, as he was facing bigger problems. He contacted the rest of his team, carefully making sure his speaker was not turned on. He knew it probably didn't matter. Judging from her words, the entity had somehow sensed his reaction to the small incident earlier, so it was safe to assume that she could hear what he was going to say as well. "Team, I just heard a voice that did not come from the vice-admiral, any of you, or the other humanoid entities currently in containment in this area. It was the same voice as Fanny May. Have any of you also heard such a voice?"

Most team members just said "Negative, PA-1." While others gave a simple 'No' as answer. James continued talking "Operation Command, this is PA-1. I just received a telepathic message from the entity currently in the containment cell I am stationed in. Message was “I know that feeling, my beloved.” Please add 'telepathic abilities' to description."

"PA-1, this is Operation Command," he heard back "we are editing the file at the moment. Class changed from human to Humanoid Anomalous Entity. Classification moved from Alpha to Beta. Threat level remains unchanged at the moment, due to further lack of evidence of additional anomalous abilities."

"PA-1, Subject just dissapeared from the view of our surveillance equipment. Thermal and other sensors are not picking up anything either. Please confirm subject is still there." James heard after Fanny had said something and then leaned back in her seat.

"I can confirm that subject is still here. At the moment, she is talking about something. From its display I can see that the external microphone on my helmet is still registering sound. Are the room's surveillance microphones able to hear anything?"

"Positive, PA-1. Please be notified that we are considering changing subject classification to Gamma due to revealing new abilities. You are allowed to let her out of containment unless she shows hostile behaviour."

"Understood. We will be on the lookout for more anomalous activity." James readied his weapon again in case the subject decided to become hostile.

Jens, meanwhile, had been listening intently at what Fanny was saying. The vice-admiral had been ignorant of all the commotion around Fanny, as he was currently sitting in a room with her talking, rather than watching her through a monitor. After hearing about her talking how there was going to be a problem with the wormhole drives, he knew that he was going to relay this information somehow, if his commander didn't already know it by now. "Alright," Jens said "Thank you for the information. If you have anymore questions, please ask them, otherwise you are free to move around the ship, but please make sure you stay out of trouble. And do not worry, we will try everything in our power to make sure the inhabitants of the planet below do not advance earlier than they should."

In the hangar, several repairmen had been standing around the Jezebel, unsure what to do. They could not repair it because they had received explicit orders not to do so, but they couldn't just leave it standing around either, because it could very well be dangerous. Then, it simply dissapeared. Several of the engineers simply shrugged and walked away, but one of them managed to call whoever was in charge of the operation, informing them that the small ship belonging to Fanny had dissapeared. Whoever he was calling with noted it down. It seemed that the ship had anomalous properties as well.
________________________________________________________________________________________________________________The Khan and some of the scientists were debating what to do about these ships, when one of the monitors in the primary bridge suddenly turned on. All heads turned towards the screen as a disembodied voice was talking about how a spatial anomaly was messing up subspace. The admiral quietly gave an order to turn on the subspace scanners, and the disembodied voice was proven correct. Then, a person actually appeared where the chair they were watching was, and they saw her turn towards them. She said something about protecting the people of the planet below them from knowledge. The Khan thought about it a bit for a moment, thinking what to do. "Alright, we are leaving. Admiral, give the order to start the wormhole jump. We should listen to warnings of people who can randomly hack our screens."

The fleet lined up for the wormhole jump, and the wormhole generators were charging, getting ready to make a jump.
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Katie Anderson turned around, looking at the man standing near her. She recognized him immediately, as the memories she had built up over the past three years suddenly gave way to ones that were older. Suddenly, she remembered her childhood, military career and her rivalry with the white-haired general, Arman Nurzhan. She also remembered how they ended up on this planet after the Lanist Khaganate's Great Expansion Fleet had tried to jump too far with a fleet that is too big.
"Arman, is that really you?" She spoke softly, as if she was somehow afraid to invoke the general's wrath. She remembered the source of their friction being the fact that they were in the same position, as well as, according to her, that Arman was always an asshole to everything and everyone.

"Yes. It is I, Arman Nurzhan." The stranger said as he removed the hood that was covering his head, revealing his white hair and beard. "And you, Katie Anderson, are a traitor." He got rid of his cloak completely, and it moved a few meters away from him as it glided on the wind. He drew his two-handed sword, placing his other hand on the hilt as well, getting ready to strike. "Now, Katie Anderson, former general of the Lanist Khaganate, former member of the Kurultai. Are you ready to face the Khan's justice and pay for your crimes?"

"Oh shut up you idiot!" She responded "We both know that that's not true. While you were out on the eastern border and I was sitting at home, general Teo screwed us all over by using the landship he was now in command of to punch a hole through the southern border front, allowing the Ubrax army to pour in. But if you are not even going to let me explain it, I guess we will have to do it the hard way." Katie then drew her own sword, a short one-handed one made out of titanium alloyed with steel, and got into a fighting stance.

Unlike his usual, more guarded approach, Arman charged forward, readying his sword, and swinging it fiercely in Katie's direction from the right. Her hair moved wildly in the wind as she dodged his strike. She jumped to his unguarded left, attempting to stab him at weak point with her short sword, but he parried the blow. Katie had no intent of actually killing or harming him. She only wanted to disarm the general, so she could actually prove that she hadn't actually done anything wrong. She would not be able to fight at such a rate much longer though, she knew. Ironically, to win from the general, she had to think like Arman. While dodging Arman's furious strikes, Katie looked at and analyzed her surroundings. They were standing on the thin crater rim, which was 2-3 meters at its widest point, which as she could see was tens of meters away. Arman had driven her away from the wide part so she could not maneuver that easily. They were instead standing on a very narrow part which was 1 meter wide at most, and was mostly made out of small rocks and gravel due to erosion. She knew exactly what she had to do. As Arman charged at her again, ready to put an end to it, she saw a particularly round stone, and kicked it at him. It rolled over the small path, arriving exactly where Katie wanted it, namely right beneath Arman's feet. The general stumbled over the rolling stone, and Katie ran towards him, kicking his right leg, making him losing his balance further. Arman fell, and Katie put the tip of her blade on his throat.

"Yield, and allow me to explain myself." She said to him, calmly. Arman responded by angrily yelling at her, telling her to kill him. "Finish me!" He said. "Do it!. You defeated me when I called you a traitor. Now finish it off!" Katie was slightly shocked by his suicidal stupidity, but chose not to kill him." "Stop it!" she yelled back. "I will tell you why you're wrong. Besides, if I kill you, who else can I constantly compete with?"

"After I accidentally got the only landship of the planet we were on, Leviathan Alpha, stuck and nearly destroyed, I stepped down as general for a time to atone for my mistake. You know this, because I am sure you were present at the Kurultai where the Khan decided to share it with you all. That means you must also know that the man who replaced me was general Teo Escamilla. Meanwhile, I sat at home for a time, trying to figure out the weakest point in the fortresses lining the southern border. Then, I was nearly killed by an assassin that someone had sent to kill me. I then worked together with the Omega Order for a few months to find out who tried to have me killed that night. It turns out it was none other than general Teo. We went to the Kurultai to accuse him of treason, but by then it was already too late. Leviathan Alpha had been repaired, and the general had used it to destroy a part of the southern front, allowing the Ubrax troops to pour in while you were stuck in the east trying to fortify our border against the alien threat that had nearly destroyed the landship several months earlier. So now you know that general Teo was the traitor, and not me. Why else would the Khan allow me to be on the Tsol in the first place?"

Katie removed her sword and put it back in its sheath. For a moment, it seemed as if general Nurzhan was going to get his own weapon back and attack her, but he stood up, and simply said "I am sorry for doubting you, Katie." "Good," she responded "You need me anyway if we're going to try to get off this rock."

The first day that they had arrived at the wreckage, they simply rested. It had been a long journey for Katie and Arman, so they needed all the energy they could muster for the next few days. The following days, they explored the wreckage. Some of the transport elevators were still operational, and they used it to great effect to explore the rest of the wreck. Katie had found the escape pods, while Arman found the cargo hold, filled with useful materials, tools and other equipment they could use to build something. That night, after they had both eaten some of the rations that they had found in one of the ship's kitchens, Katie took Arman to the Tsol's bridge. The ship's reactor was still operational, protected from the forces of the crash by thick walls and blast doors, and miraculously they got the ship's computer systems online. Arman hooked up one of the laptops from the former crew that he found laying around, and they soon were able to access the entire ship's databanks and information logs.

"Alright Katie, here's the plan. It seems that the Khaganate fleet is currently in orbit around this planet. I am not sure why, but I cannot contact them, so there must be something going on. What we need to do is build a ship that can launch us to space and intercept the fleet."

"I have already checked the few hangar bays this ship has, but all ships either fled or got destroyed. It seems that building something out of the escape pods is our only choice. A few pods put together, maybe made more aerodynamic or with some added thrusters, should do the trick."

"Alright then, let's get to work."

And so, the great work began. They worked day and night, gathering supplies, calculating orbits and trajectories, and putting the machine together. They hunted for food, and, in absence of better entertainment, they talked to eachother like normal people instead of their usual bickering. Working together to escape the planet had made them friends, from rivals. In the end, they put together a sturdy vessel capable of reaching the Khaganate's main fleet. Powered by a small fusion generator, and propelled by plasma thrusters, it had room for 2 people. It could even seperate into 2 escape pods with communication, food and water. It had taken weeks to build, but it was surely worth it.

It was the day of the launch. Arman had calculated the trajectory they'd have to take and found out that that particular day was the best one. Both of them had eaten a meal that was reserved for the generals that they were, a lot better than the basic rations the soldiers and civilians got. "Katie, I saw something that may or may not be extremely important. When I was in one of the science labs, I looked at a monitor, and it was clearly displaying some sort of gravitational anomaly around the planet. I think that this ship is somehow causing it. We will have to destroy it, otherwise we cannot get away. When we are ready to launch, I am going to overload the reactor, destroying the ship and the surrounding area"

"But Arman," Katie responded, "That is too dangerous. You could die."

"I know what I am doing and I am fully aware of the risks. If it is needed, I will sacrifice myself so you can get away. If I die, I want you to tell the Khan exactly how I died. Now, let's get ready to go shall we?"

They put on the space-suits that they had reserved for launch day. They were older versions of the more advanced suits of power armour the Khaganate was using now, light enough to cost minimal fuel for the small spacecraft that they had built. The Khaganate fleet neared the location where the ship's trajectory and the fleet's orbit would meet. Katie entered the spacecraft and began doing the pre-flight checks. Arman ran to the ship's bridge, starting the reactor overload sequence. The ship's countdown started. Katie realized Arman was not aboard yet, but there was nothing she could do.
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"Liftoff," the computer said, and the thrusters ignited. Katie and Arman were pressed into their seats because of the massive g-forces from the spacecraft as it started flying through the atmosphere. When they reached the stratosphere, the massive spacecraft beneath them exploded, just as Arman had planned. The explosion would be seen from several miles away, but when some of the creatures of the planet below came to investigate, they would find nothing that they could use.
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Meanwhile, in space, the Khaganate's Great Expansion Fleet was lined up for a wormhole jump to the system with the habitable planet where they would settle. The wormhole drive began generating a wormhole. In a minute, the wormhole opened. Subspace scanners and advanced navigation systems had plotted a route that would be mostly free of the mess that the spatial anomaly had made in subspace. The fleet slowly started going in.

In the Atlas, the captain was notified of a massive explosion on the planet beneath them, and the subsequent dissapearance of the gravitational anomaly that had covered it. Then, the scanners of the stratocruiser picked up a small signal coming from a tiny spacecraft that was currently flying through the upper atmosphere. It was cut off because the Atlas had entered a wormhole. The captain knew what they had to do. Without saying a word to the rest of the fleet, he gave the order.
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Finally, the small spacecraft reached outer space. Arman started to look out the window, wondering where the fleet was, he heard Katie softly sobbing in the background. The fleet was gone. He checked the small screen they had in the cockpit. It was completely, utterly gone. He realized they must've jumped away while they were launching and had been unable to contact the fleet. The two would die completely alone, cut off from the rest of the Khaganate fleet. It took some time before it hit him, but he did not break under the realization what would happen. He held Katie, trying to calm her down. There was no point to it, really, it would not change their inevitable fate. They looked at eachother. Tears streamed down Katie's face while Arman's face remained stern and unchanged.

Then, in front of the small cockpit, space itself opened. A brilliant display of colours distracted both of them as they looked out the window. The Atlas had arrived. With only the unique wormhole generator that it had at its disposal, it opened another wormhole as it flew towards the small pod. The hangar bay on its side opened as one of the enormous cannons on its hull turned towards the icy northern part of the planet. The captain had planned to heed Fanny's warning. The cannon fired one shot. It curved towards the planet, influenced by its gravity. It tore through the atmosphere, looking like a shooting star to the denizens of the world and landed exactly where it was planned: the other Khaganate shipwreck. The explosion was massive, and the shipwreck was completely vaporized, and only a crater remained. The recoil of the gun steered the ship in the right direction, and the small two-man pod went through the hangar bay's force field and landed on its floor.

The Atlas entered the wormhole it had made and rejoined the rest of the fleet.

@Hokum

Meta ignored Fanny's comments, mostly looking at the floor and back to her as she talked. He slowly loses consciousness as he falls to the ground, the last thing he could hear was Fanny talking to a captain of sorts. It was there where he received his vision, seemingly bombarded by sights and sounds from everywhere in the universe before focusing on a certain aspect. It was then he understood truly what Fanny was and what her goals were.

When he woke up, he was facing a group of what seemed to be human individuals, with the beer can in his hand and Fanny gone. He deduced that these people must be from the ship that he contacted, and from what he could see they looked like engineers of sorts. After the officer finished his statement, he replied.

Meta: Of course, follow me.

He walked past them and motioned for them to follow him as he walked out of the bridge and down a hallway leading to the reactor and engine room. While he walked he tapped on the coms and asked Niner.

Meta: Niner, you still there?

Niner: Affirmative sir, we have brought another ASP unit online.

Meta: Good, there are a bunch of people that'll come by and repair the ship, help them out and keep an eye on them.

Niner: Affirmative, shall I activate Instigator unit 002 as well?

Meta: Yes, but just keep him ready, don't let the people see him otherwise they'll think we're hostile.

Niner: As you wish sir.

Meta closed the coms and continued walking down the hallway, he moved his hand to his waist area to confirm that his sidearm was still in his holster and was ready to draw it and fire, just in case these were sent in to kill him, you could never be too sure.

As they arrived at the engine room, they could see several of the few remaining repair droids that hovered around the main reactor. It was in a heavily damaged state, especially after the overload as sparks flew out from the structure and the lights shifted from bright to dim. Several other large structures could also be seen, these were the engines, and were in the same state of disarray as the reactor. Meta turned to face the Quatis envoy and addressed them.

Meta: This is the main reactor and engine room, most of the ship's damage is located here. This is the lead droid, Niner.

One of the ASPs hovers towards the group, eventually descending to the level of the group. It was distinguished by two streaks of white paint that run along the main photoreceptor, and was equipped with additional arms as well.

Meta: He, along with his comrades will assist you in repairs, don't hesitate to ask him any questions you might have.

@Zyngard @Eviledd1984

The troopers slowly lowered their weapons but still kept vigilant in case they might be hostile. Colt then replied to both of them.

Colt: You'll both have to wait here for the transports. They won't be coming until we finish the recon op.

He then told them to move to the side of the rooftop, near one of the barricades, and await the transports there. Colt then tapped into his squad coms, ordering three Assault Troopers and a Medic to accompany him on his recon op while the rest wait here and guard the refugees and protect the rendezvous point from any further attacks. As the troopers moved behind Colt and into formation, they jogged towards the doorway and proceeded to descend from the stairs all the way to the ground floor. As they arrived on the ground floor of the building, Colt gave a hand signal as the rest of his squad raised their weapons along with him, slowly moving towards the doors and exiting the building.

oh no

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Endless sea, only an endless sea of black.

Peering from the window, AICS-SAM-1, or more simply Sam, stood there. He was perfectly still, with completely neutral body language, and perfect posture. His head was pointed to the floor. The ambient noises of the ship mute out the quiet running of his internal mechanisms. Only accompanied by nearby bodies of similarly clothed soldiers and distantly-humanoid aliens scattered around the floors. Half of the rooms were painted red, yellow, and more strange colors, it was very obvious something had happened.

Sam's head shoots up and a droning wrrrrrrr echoes from him. He immediately turns his head from left to right at least two times.

"still nothing."

He says in his monotone, generated voice, he turns exactly 180 degrees and walks away from the window and to the front of the vessel. He sets his sights on a large control panel, about the size of a news desk. A map of the ship he was on was holographically projected in front of him. It was a sleek, but wide ship, perfect for cargo. Sam observed it for a few minutes, constantly checking back on things he already looked over, and shuffling his foot in frustration.

"enough waiting, I am gonna have to pilot this thing."

Carefully, he pulls a random lever.

BZZZYKRSSHCH

Sam stumbles over onto the control panel as the ship slowly turns to it's side, a wall panel is blown across the room in a shower of fire and sparks, a rumbling tremor overtakes the vessel. At the same time, an alarm blares throughout the halls and control bridge. Quickly, Sam pulls the lever back, but also without much panic. He repeatedly pulls the lever back and forth, to no avail, he can sense the ship is propelling forward, by the looks of it he hopes he lands on some distant planet.
He regains his footing, before assuming the position he was previously in, and the wrrrrrr goes quiet.

@Metatrooper@Zyngard

"Can i help you rid of this plague?" He asked wanting to be some use to riding of this virus, Being a civilian here he felt it was his duty to find a cure or to help the others. However it seemed that was not going to be the case with these humans, Stopping where he was waiting for the answer if he was allowed to go then he would join them. If not then he would have to stay with the sniper and make idle chit chat while he waited, Although he was not much for idle talk as it would be quite awkward for them speaking to each other.

The tall creature was looking over at the sniper with his emotionless mask, He wondered what kind of memories Colt and the sniper had. What made them the men they were today. Being a bit curious he was speaking some strange chant wanting to take a peak at either of their memories.