"Breathe, kid. Just breathe." Tsuan was saying, voice a soothing, if slightly hoarse whisper. Though Rin was giving no indication that he was listening or even hearing, he was breathing. The two had been a stumbling mess for a moment there, but it had settled now - and Tsuan was a sturdy rock. Rin rested his head on the crook of Tsuan’s shoulder, and one hand reached out to give a few gentle, but meaningful pats on the back.
”Breeeeathe kid. You’re good, we got your back.” He went on - somehow managing not to sound condescending. All these Earth IV veterans seemed to have a way with words and people...one way or another. What had they seen?
Of course, he knew he was already out of his depth. Tsuan and the others had spoken with Cathorine on numerous occasions about the Dimensional Lords, and they were familiar with the concept - but many of the details had as of yet escaped them.
That was clearly going to have to change.
But for now, he was acutely aware that the best thing he could do for the situation was continue serving as Rin’s rock. He needed to know that there was someone behind him. All of them did.
He thanked Reltakov every day for showing them that.
”We got’chu.” he said again - and it was about that time that the cavalry came rolling in. Boss - here to take over the situation - everyone fitting into the system of operations exactly as they should.
Tsuan did not move as Cathorine and her units approached. If Rin wanted to continue leaning on him, he would be there. Nevertheless, he was alert and focused, narrow eyes bright as he listened to what the Queen had to say.
About halfway through her monologue, Ty and Dallen came trotting down the corridor, holstering their weapons only when they glanced from afar that they were not trotting into a combat situation or ridiculously improbable ambush.
”Ova.” Sand said to them as they came to a halt, looking around with the same alertness and readiness as Tsuan. They knew immediately the implications - though were short on details and specifics. ”Bitch got into Rin’s head. He says she threatened his mother. Then sent some kinda’ spook to drive the point home.”
That about covered it.
If Rin moved away from leaning on Tsuan, he would be sure to keep his hand on the Nyran’s shoulder all the while.
”You’ll give us a more detailed briefing on Ova later?” Ty said in his soft, but firm, accented voice. It was more a polite assumption than a question. They and Cathorine had operated on the same level ever since they had begun the endeavor of building an empire - he had no doubt that she would tell them everything they could possibly want to know...when there was time.
Sands moved over to take a closer look at the inky remnant, peering at the thing with confused revulsion. They had dealt with the minions of Dimensional Lords, but this one was new to them.
”Yeah, I’m fine. Just got the wind knocked out of me is all...Those things aren’t infectious or anything right?” Tsuan said, only half serious in the query.
”Rin’s okay?” Dallen asked, shooting a glance to Tsuan - who merely nodded.
”Breeeeathe kid. You’re good, we got your back.” He went on - somehow managing not to sound condescending. All these Earth IV veterans seemed to have a way with words and people...one way or another. What had they seen?
Of course, he knew he was already out of his depth. Tsuan and the others had spoken with Cathorine on numerous occasions about the Dimensional Lords, and they were familiar with the concept - but many of the details had as of yet escaped them.
That was clearly going to have to change.
But for now, he was acutely aware that the best thing he could do for the situation was continue serving as Rin’s rock. He needed to know that there was someone behind him. All of them did.
He thanked Reltakov every day for showing them that.
”We got’chu.” he said again - and it was about that time that the cavalry came rolling in. Boss - here to take over the situation - everyone fitting into the system of operations exactly as they should.
Tsuan did not move as Cathorine and her units approached. If Rin wanted to continue leaning on him, he would be there. Nevertheless, he was alert and focused, narrow eyes bright as he listened to what the Queen had to say.
About halfway through her monologue, Ty and Dallen came trotting down the corridor, holstering their weapons only when they glanced from afar that they were not trotting into a combat situation or ridiculously improbable ambush.
”Ova.” Sand said to them as they came to a halt, looking around with the same alertness and readiness as Tsuan. They knew immediately the implications - though were short on details and specifics. ”Bitch got into Rin’s head. He says she threatened his mother. Then sent some kinda’ spook to drive the point home.”
That about covered it.
If Rin moved away from leaning on Tsuan, he would be sure to keep his hand on the Nyran’s shoulder all the while.
”You’ll give us a more detailed briefing on Ova later?” Ty said in his soft, but firm, accented voice. It was more a polite assumption than a question. They and Cathorine had operated on the same level ever since they had begun the endeavor of building an empire - he had no doubt that she would tell them everything they could possibly want to know...when there was time.
Sands moved over to take a closer look at the inky remnant, peering at the thing with confused revulsion. They had dealt with the minions of Dimensional Lords, but this one was new to them.
”Yeah, I’m fine. Just got the wind knocked out of me is all...Those things aren’t infectious or anything right?” Tsuan said, only half serious in the query.
”Rin’s okay?” Dallen asked, shooting a glance to Tsuan - who merely nodded.
Rin was still leaning on Tsuan slightly as the Queen held his face in her hands, but shook his head, eyes furrowed in barely hidden frightened scared worried sick confusion, inadvertantly freeing his head from her gentle grip.
"I don't..." he curled a little bit into himself, leaning a little more at the reassuring hand on his shoulder- not Vaxur but- he was- okay, fine-
"Said... knew who... I am? I- I don't understand- what she wants with me," he stuttered, trying to think, reason, what was going on. "I'm- I'm just a nobody who got lucky with the military," he muttered, forcing himself to just breathe steadily, not panic-ridden, because panic doesn't do anything he had to figure outwhatwasgoingon.
"I don't know. I don't know. I don't- " He sounded like a broken piece of machinery. He felt like a piece of broken machinery. Just when everything was working fine- and it broke again.
"I don't..." he curled a little bit into himself, leaning a little more at the reassuring hand on his shoulder- not Vaxur but- he was- okay, fine-
"Said... knew who... I am? I- I don't understand- what she wants with me," he stuttered, trying to think, reason, what was going on. "I'm- I'm just a nobody who got lucky with the military," he muttered, forcing himself to just breathe steadily, not panic-ridden, because panic doesn't do anything he had to figure outwhatwasgoingon.
"I don't know. I don't know. I don't- " He sounded like a broken piece of machinery. He felt like a piece of broken machinery. Just when everything was working fine- and it broke again.
Cathorine nodded hearing what he was saying. She stood up and says "Hmmm I suspect something from your past is what she decided to do such a thing...the real question is why now?" as she turns away and then remembers what Tsun asked and says "Oh don't worry, dregs aren't infectious, we actually have them within ourselves...they are heaviest things within the body. We all have dregs within ourselfs and they don't really do anything so don't worry about Ova some how manipulating you or something" she then went back into thought and says "It must be something in your pass and she did something just recently that would warrant her aggressiveness" she says as she then turns to Rin once more and asks "Rin, What else did she tell you?" wondering if there was anything more she can get out from him
He crossed his arms, defensive and oddly vulnerable-looking all at once. "That's- something about wanting me to go somewhere. That's it." He closed his eyes, blocking himself from seeing, hearing, feeling anything else. The only thing grounding him was the hand on his shoulder.
He needed to go home more than ever.
But the voice is a- he blocked the thought out of his head. He- yes, he knew going home now was a bad idea. He would make his galaxy an even more noticeable target- if it already wasn't one, anyway.
I can't believe I messed up so badly without even doing anything, he whined in his head.
Why was this happening.
He needed to go home more than ever.
But the voice is a- he blocked the thought out of his head. He- yes, he knew going home now was a bad idea. He would make his galaxy an even more noticeable target- if it already wasn't one, anyway.
I can't believe I messed up so badly without even doing anything, he whined in his head.
Why was this happening.
Cathorine's eye widen hearing him and she rushes to his level and held his shoulders and asks "Rin! Where did she say meet her? This is very important! Tell me, please! Where?!" as she tightens her grip on his shoulders as she shook him a little, seeing this an opportunity to plan something against her. "Please, Rin, tell me!" she says with a bit of urgentiness in her voice wanting that little bit of info.
One of the scientist's came rushing in with a container and the Veracon commander dropped the dreg into the container and and the scientist rushed off without saying a word. The commander wanted to say something but merely remain quiet waiting for a possible response from Rin.
One of the scientist's came rushing in with a container and the Veracon commander dropped the dreg into the container and and the scientist rushed off without saying a word. The commander wanted to say something but merely remain quiet waiting for a possible response from Rin.
Rin's eyes shot open, stiff as a board at the Queen's urgent shaking.
"Uh- K-Konisberg," he blurted out, unintentionally soft. "What are you- what are you going to do?"
"Uh- K-Konisberg," he blurted out, unintentionally soft. "What are you- what are you going to do?"
Cathorine's eyes opened her eyes wider being surpised by his answer and slowly back way. She slaps her head and says "God **** dammit! Why there?! Why the capital of her empire!?" as she turns away from them and begins to walk off. "I need time to think before we can go through, Rin. The rest of you, meet me at the war room in 3 hours and I'll answer the questions that you want" she says as she then walks off, needing to think on the info she got.
For the commander, he looks at her and then looks back at the rest of them and says "I suggest some rest...Tsun like she says remember three hours the briefing will take place with you and your team, Rin isn't in this briefing...yet. So Rin, if you need to the Queen's chambers is still at your use if you so want it. I shall take my leave, let us know if anything comes up" and with that the Veracon commander turned around and walked out of the training room, Leaving the team and Rin behind.
For the commander, he looks at her and then looks back at the rest of them and says "I suggest some rest...Tsun like she says remember three hours the briefing will take place with you and your team, Rin isn't in this briefing...yet. So Rin, if you need to the Queen's chambers is still at your use if you so want it. I shall take my leave, let us know if anything comes up" and with that the Veracon commander turned around and walked out of the training room, Leaving the team and Rin behind.
Q
She was comforted by Kilwen's willingness to help her and his calm smile. Q didn't even know why she would doubt his readiness to help her out anyways. It seemed that they both cared little for the mission and had no care for Kampfer at this point. With that, they moved closer to B's spot in the trench.
Q made her best effort to not focus on the numbers and instead, focus on Kilwen's question and story. From what she could tell, there was only one thing in this entire galaxy that could possibly rival an Iridiite robot like this, and that was another Iridiite robot. Z is the most violent and ruthless, thus it's hard to assume otherwise.
Kilwens tale about the dimensional lords really piqued her interest. She had only read basic statistics from the computers on the Kampferian ships, but they seemed like actual people for the most part. This Lord Ova person sounded a lot like Kampfer, her soldiers startlingly like her own sister. At least Kilwen was part of a council that could destroy these mishaps. The Iridiites had no such help, but at least they didn't have a dozen projects go horribly wrong.
"You're correct on your assumption, Kilwen... but it's not that simple, I'm afraid. Yes, Z was built to be perfect... but there was another element in the mix. The Iridiites broke rules when making her, went back on vows that they made to keep their people safe. They only gave me a piece of the puzzle, but I know this: Z doesn't have a traditional core. Maybe I'll be able to show you what I mean when we arrive at B's resting point... if her core is still even intact."
Even at the base of B's broken leg, Q's confidence was not about to be trampled on. With Kilwen at her side, she felt safer than ever. Very grateful for his support, she slowly sneaked around the metal remains of B as though she would wake at any second.
Half buried in the trench, B's body lay motionless. At almost six miles long, it was like looking at a blocky fortress that happened to have arms and legs poking out of it, no doors and no windows. Sand billowed against her sides, threatening to bury her but making no progress. The only sounds her body made was the groan of settling scrap. She was cold.
It was remarkable. To think that the Iridiites had gone from making Unit 1 bots like B to the measly Unit 2 bot Q was... It made her shudder a bit. The sheer power and force B had in her hand full of jagged teeth and horrifyingly sharp shards... no wonder she would have the confidence to fight Z.
Then Q spotted it. An orange glow in the sand, a large sphere somewhat buried in the disturbed sand. Instinctively, she reached for it, and held it in her hands. It was incredibly heavy, even for someone like Q.
"This, Kilwen. This is a core. I'm holding the very soul of B right here." She gasped, taking it all in. "The Iridiites made these cores by extracting the entirety of a person into a machine, and compressing their mind, body, and soul into this sphere. It was an incredibly painful process, I imagine... but look at the result! She's beautiful..."
The world seemed to fade from around her as she studied the core. Transfixed by what it was, she studied it in her hands.
"Every IRI series robot has a core in their being... except for Z. Making these cores might remove the physical imperfections a person might have, but their memories, personalities, likes, dislikes... it's all here. They're nowhere close to being perfect, but that's what they wanted when they made Z. They had to bypass this step entirely to make her perfect... and they didn't even do that right."
Her gaze was drawn back to reality, back to the hulking, lifeless corpse that was B. She felt a tug, a pull from the core she was holding... As though it was speaking to her.
"Kilwen, are you perhaps thinking what I am thinking?" Q turned towards her friend with a smile. "Lets see if we can't get the core back in where it belongs! You can like, teleport or something, right?"
Whatever procedures Kilwen would take in getting ready to make the trip would be met with a puzzled glance from Q. It looked like he was... Jogging in place? Was that standard? Guess he couldn't really teleport, but jogging in place didn't seem like it would get them very far.
"Wh-What are you doin-" Q didn't have time to finish her question as Kilwen made the amazing leap from the ground to the surface of B's face. Aside from the rush of wind, Q's surprised scream pierced the air... and continued until they were atop the fallen IRI. Shakily, Q rose to her feet, one arm grasping B's core, the other arm feeling the air for Kilwen, grabbing hold of him for stability.
"T-T-T-Thank y-you! L-L-Lets n-n-n-n-not do that again!" She babbled, finally getting a hold of her footing.
The wind was fierce atop B, with little to no resistance it careened across the smooth metallic surface, and seemed to whistle through a massive hole in B's face. No doubt the final blow from Z, it was a massive strike straight through B's eye. Q carefully inched closer and peered in, seeing damaged electronics and machinery as far down as she could.
Quietly and respectfully, Q dropped B's core into her body.
For a while, there was nothing. Just the howl of the wind and an utter silence.
There was a sudden hum.
And then B roared to life. It was like a tremendous earthquake as B's machinery did it's best to get a hold of itself after the fight. The sound of electrical components struggling to find connections, gears and motors skipping where there had been damage, but she lived!
Q grabbed a hold of Kilwen, a massive smile on her face. "Kilwen! Holy heck, Kilwen! Are you seeing this?! The power of her own core! Such energy!" She was practically squeezing Kilwen in a death grip she was so excited. She was so excited, she forgot to freak out about the fact that she was standing directly on the machine that was starting to come back to life.
The maw hand moved for the first time in days, sand falling from the inside of it's jagged mouth like miniature waterfalls. The legs flailed for a bit, finding the sand below them and sinking in. The wings, trapped beneath her body, forcefully expelled themselves from beneath her.
Slowly, she began to sit up.
She was comforted by Kilwen's willingness to help her and his calm smile. Q didn't even know why she would doubt his readiness to help her out anyways. It seemed that they both cared little for the mission and had no care for Kampfer at this point. With that, they moved closer to B's spot in the trench.
Q made her best effort to not focus on the numbers and instead, focus on Kilwen's question and story. From what she could tell, there was only one thing in this entire galaxy that could possibly rival an Iridiite robot like this, and that was another Iridiite robot. Z is the most violent and ruthless, thus it's hard to assume otherwise.
Kilwens tale about the dimensional lords really piqued her interest. She had only read basic statistics from the computers on the Kampferian ships, but they seemed like actual people for the most part. This Lord Ova person sounded a lot like Kampfer, her soldiers startlingly like her own sister. At least Kilwen was part of a council that could destroy these mishaps. The Iridiites had no such help, but at least they didn't have a dozen projects go horribly wrong.
"You're correct on your assumption, Kilwen... but it's not that simple, I'm afraid. Yes, Z was built to be perfect... but there was another element in the mix. The Iridiites broke rules when making her, went back on vows that they made to keep their people safe. They only gave me a piece of the puzzle, but I know this: Z doesn't have a traditional core. Maybe I'll be able to show you what I mean when we arrive at B's resting point... if her core is still even intact."
Even at the base of B's broken leg, Q's confidence was not about to be trampled on. With Kilwen at her side, she felt safer than ever. Very grateful for his support, she slowly sneaked around the metal remains of B as though she would wake at any second.
Half buried in the trench, B's body lay motionless. At almost six miles long, it was like looking at a blocky fortress that happened to have arms and legs poking out of it, no doors and no windows. Sand billowed against her sides, threatening to bury her but making no progress. The only sounds her body made was the groan of settling scrap. She was cold.
It was remarkable. To think that the Iridiites had gone from making Unit 1 bots like B to the measly Unit 2 bot Q was... It made her shudder a bit. The sheer power and force B had in her hand full of jagged teeth and horrifyingly sharp shards... no wonder she would have the confidence to fight Z.
Then Q spotted it. An orange glow in the sand, a large sphere somewhat buried in the disturbed sand. Instinctively, she reached for it, and held it in her hands. It was incredibly heavy, even for someone like Q.
"This, Kilwen. This is a core. I'm holding the very soul of B right here." She gasped, taking it all in. "The Iridiites made these cores by extracting the entirety of a person into a machine, and compressing their mind, body, and soul into this sphere. It was an incredibly painful process, I imagine... but look at the result! She's beautiful..."
The world seemed to fade from around her as she studied the core. Transfixed by what it was, she studied it in her hands.
"Every IRI series robot has a core in their being... except for Z. Making these cores might remove the physical imperfections a person might have, but their memories, personalities, likes, dislikes... it's all here. They're nowhere close to being perfect, but that's what they wanted when they made Z. They had to bypass this step entirely to make her perfect... and they didn't even do that right."
Her gaze was drawn back to reality, back to the hulking, lifeless corpse that was B. She felt a tug, a pull from the core she was holding... As though it was speaking to her.
"Kilwen, are you perhaps thinking what I am thinking?" Q turned towards her friend with a smile. "Lets see if we can't get the core back in where it belongs! You can like, teleport or something, right?"
Whatever procedures Kilwen would take in getting ready to make the trip would be met with a puzzled glance from Q. It looked like he was... Jogging in place? Was that standard? Guess he couldn't really teleport, but jogging in place didn't seem like it would get them very far.
"Wh-What are you doin-" Q didn't have time to finish her question as Kilwen made the amazing leap from the ground to the surface of B's face. Aside from the rush of wind, Q's surprised scream pierced the air... and continued until they were atop the fallen IRI. Shakily, Q rose to her feet, one arm grasping B's core, the other arm feeling the air for Kilwen, grabbing hold of him for stability.
"T-T-T-Thank y-you! L-L-Lets n-n-n-n-not do that again!" She babbled, finally getting a hold of her footing.
The wind was fierce atop B, with little to no resistance it careened across the smooth metallic surface, and seemed to whistle through a massive hole in B's face. No doubt the final blow from Z, it was a massive strike straight through B's eye. Q carefully inched closer and peered in, seeing damaged electronics and machinery as far down as she could.
Quietly and respectfully, Q dropped B's core into her body.
For a while, there was nothing. Just the howl of the wind and an utter silence.
There was a sudden hum.
And then B roared to life. It was like a tremendous earthquake as B's machinery did it's best to get a hold of itself after the fight. The sound of electrical components struggling to find connections, gears and motors skipping where there had been damage, but she lived!
Q grabbed a hold of Kilwen, a massive smile on her face. "Kilwen! Holy heck, Kilwen! Are you seeing this?! The power of her own core! Such energy!" She was practically squeezing Kilwen in a death grip she was so excited. She was so excited, she forgot to freak out about the fact that she was standing directly on the machine that was starting to come back to life.
The maw hand moved for the first time in days, sand falling from the inside of it's jagged mouth like miniature waterfalls. The legs flailed for a bit, finding the sand below them and sinking in. The wings, trapped beneath her body, forcefully expelled themselves from beneath her.
Slowly, she began to sit up.
"Affirmative," Wyr said, shutting off the comms. She let out an inaudible sigh, then looked over her shoulder.
Vaxur was staring down at his hands, which were clenched on his lap. His face was grim. It looked- unnatural. He never looked like this, not even in the worst missions- he would be serious, yes, but- no... not like this.
Her gaze slid to the very back of the cargo ship. The Eisan generator gleamed in the light, polished and seemingly too large for the spacecraft.
It was the smallest the engineers could make it- the second experimental generator, in the back of such a small ship. Everyone knew that hyperdrives- built to open hyperspace windows to the 5th dimension, for interstellar travel- fit better with smaller spacecraft models. Everyone knew that Eisan generators- created to open wormholes, for intergalactic travel- worked with the bigger types of ships. But the tactical advantage of having small, fast ships able to travel to different galaxies?
Well.
This was madness. Attempting to do this was madness.
The cause for Rin's disappearance was an incident of pure luck- what kind of luck, was up to perspective, though her own feelings on the matter were quite mixed. On one hand, the experimental Eisan generator actually worked- granted, it fed off most of the required energy to power it from raw energy on the atmosphere of the planet he was on- but that was why the experiment was done there, to check how much energy, and if the ship would still be functional- and it opened a wormhole.
But.
On the other hand... he was attacked, ambushed, before he could open a wormhole at the planned time. He had shouted through the comms about activating the hyperdrive, then the sound of a hit and an alarm- his hyperdrive must have failed, because the next thing they knew a wormhole had opened, the enemy ship destroyed, and Rin had disappeared.
Those observing in the space station had stared, shocked, before a furious flurry of activity had erupted. She remembered not being able to think, turning- and seeing Vaxur, pale and gripping the railing so hard his knuckes were white.
It took quite a while- two weeks, to be exact- before they were called over and the scientists were able to tell them what they thought- no, what they knew had happened.
Another universe. The very thought- but it made sense. The Eisan generator was drawing a near unlimited amount of power from the planet- which opened an unstable wormhole- a space-time universal bridge.
He should have died.
They... didn't know if he was dead.
She checked over the ship controls. Then again, she thought, that is why we are here. Recreating what happened was madness- but they weren't going to just give up on Rin.
No one gets left behind.
She reached out, about to press-
BOOM
She was thrown forward, and she felt more than heard the cursed shouts of her other teammate as he was scrambling from the floor. "What the hell-"
"Incoming scout-type ship," she said through pursed lips, all four of her eyes narrowed in terse anger. "We-"
"Shields are holding but not for long- Commander!" Vaxur held on to a control panel as the ship was hit again. Gritting his teeth, he sat on the other pilot chair, then proceeded to take control of the ship, performing evasive maneuvers and managing to dodge most of the heavy fire.
She punched in the coordinates, slamming the button that would open the wormhole. Let it work... please, let it work-
At first, there was nothing. Vaxur was still moving the ship, making hard turns and crazy spins- toned down by the inertial dampeners, of course- but surely the sublight engines were being pushed to their limit? She hoped not.
She looked out-
And- there. It was small, at first- but then the Eisan generator started to spark, and the atmospheric surface of the planet did too, or felt like it- and the swirling thing in front of them rapidly grew larger until there is was, a wormhole- except crackling with energy, almost fizzing. Unstable.
She could barely make out the bright point of light in the middle. A bridge.
"Now!" she shouted. The ship jerked, then abruptly made a beeline for the wormhole- it looked like it was shrinking, they had to hurry-
"Hold on!" she heard Vaxur yell, the ship Boomshook they were hit again they were going inside they-
Nothing.
And...
She blinked, then gingerly shook her head. A groan to her right. "Vaxur?"
A pause. "M'alright," he responded, voice hoarse- which cleared abruptly at his next sentence. "Wait- we- alive?"
"It appears we are." She checked the scanners- the enemy was gone. And... "We are at an unknown galaxy, it seems. More importantly..."
Vaxur's startled face morphed into an excited, tiny smile. She has missed it. "Rin could be alive," he whispered.
She nodded, furrowing her eyes in determination.
We're coming, Rin.
We promise.
Vaxur was staring down at his hands, which were clenched on his lap. His face was grim. It looked- unnatural. He never looked like this, not even in the worst missions- he would be serious, yes, but- no... not like this.
Her gaze slid to the very back of the cargo ship. The Eisan generator gleamed in the light, polished and seemingly too large for the spacecraft.
It was the smallest the engineers could make it- the second experimental generator, in the back of such a small ship. Everyone knew that hyperdrives- built to open hyperspace windows to the 5th dimension, for interstellar travel- fit better with smaller spacecraft models. Everyone knew that Eisan generators- created to open wormholes, for intergalactic travel- worked with the bigger types of ships. But the tactical advantage of having small, fast ships able to travel to different galaxies?
Well.
This was madness. Attempting to do this was madness.
The cause for Rin's disappearance was an incident of pure luck- what kind of luck, was up to perspective, though her own feelings on the matter were quite mixed. On one hand, the experimental Eisan generator actually worked- granted, it fed off most of the required energy to power it from raw energy on the atmosphere of the planet he was on- but that was why the experiment was done there, to check how much energy, and if the ship would still be functional- and it opened a wormhole.
But.
On the other hand... he was attacked, ambushed, before he could open a wormhole at the planned time. He had shouted through the comms about activating the hyperdrive, then the sound of a hit and an alarm- his hyperdrive must have failed, because the next thing they knew a wormhole had opened, the enemy ship destroyed, and Rin had disappeared.
Those observing in the space station had stared, shocked, before a furious flurry of activity had erupted. She remembered not being able to think, turning- and seeing Vaxur, pale and gripping the railing so hard his knuckes were white.
It took quite a while- two weeks, to be exact- before they were called over and the scientists were able to tell them what they thought- no, what they knew had happened.
Another universe. The very thought- but it made sense. The Eisan generator was drawing a near unlimited amount of power from the planet- which opened an unstable wormhole- a space-time universal bridge.
He should have died.
They... didn't know if he was dead.
She checked over the ship controls. Then again, she thought, that is why we are here. Recreating what happened was madness- but they weren't going to just give up on Rin.
No one gets left behind.
She reached out, about to press-
BOOM
She was thrown forward, and she felt more than heard the cursed shouts of her other teammate as he was scrambling from the floor. "What the hell-"
"Incoming scout-type ship," she said through pursed lips, all four of her eyes narrowed in terse anger. "We-"
"Shields are holding but not for long- Commander!" Vaxur held on to a control panel as the ship was hit again. Gritting his teeth, he sat on the other pilot chair, then proceeded to take control of the ship, performing evasive maneuvers and managing to dodge most of the heavy fire.
She punched in the coordinates, slamming the button that would open the wormhole. Let it work... please, let it work-
At first, there was nothing. Vaxur was still moving the ship, making hard turns and crazy spins- toned down by the inertial dampeners, of course- but surely the sublight engines were being pushed to their limit? She hoped not.
She looked out-
And- there. It was small, at first- but then the Eisan generator started to spark, and the atmospheric surface of the planet did too, or felt like it- and the swirling thing in front of them rapidly grew larger until there is was, a wormhole- except crackling with energy, almost fizzing. Unstable.
She could barely make out the bright point of light in the middle. A bridge.
"Now!" she shouted. The ship jerked, then abruptly made a beeline for the wormhole- it looked like it was shrinking, they had to hurry-
"Hold on!" she heard Vaxur yell, the ship Boomshook they were hit again they were going inside they-
Nothing.
And...
She blinked, then gingerly shook her head. A groan to her right. "Vaxur?"
A pause. "M'alright," he responded, voice hoarse- which cleared abruptly at his next sentence. "Wait- we- alive?"
"It appears we are." She checked the scanners- the enemy was gone. And... "We are at an unknown galaxy, it seems. More importantly..."
Vaxur's startled face morphed into an excited, tiny smile. She has missed it. "Rin could be alive," he whispered.
She nodded, furrowing her eyes in determination.
We're coming, Rin.
We promise.
Reqti looked over at Tahil. "Well?" he growled out. It was not a question. It was a demand.
The female Qetan hummed. "We were thrown into another coordinate point, but... still in the same alternate galaxy as the Nyran. We won't be detected by the other ship that went first."
"And the tracker?"
A few clicks. "Still on the Nyran ship."
He nodded, pleased. He had ordered one of their own to ambush the Nyran and take him to them, but the Qetan was destroyed in the process, the target instead escaping into an alternate universe in a far away galaxy- that is, according to their sources.
However, as soon as it became apparent that the mission would be harder than the Qetan anticipated, he had the sense to place a tracker on the ship... before he was blown to smithoreens.
The sacrifice would not be in vain.
"Proceed, then," he said, voice low and cold.
"As you will."
A hyperspace window opened, and the ship was gone.
The female Qetan hummed. "We were thrown into another coordinate point, but... still in the same alternate galaxy as the Nyran. We won't be detected by the other ship that went first."
"And the tracker?"
A few clicks. "Still on the Nyran ship."
He nodded, pleased. He had ordered one of their own to ambush the Nyran and take him to them, but the Qetan was destroyed in the process, the target instead escaping into an alternate universe in a far away galaxy- that is, according to their sources.
However, as soon as it became apparent that the mission would be harder than the Qetan anticipated, he had the sense to place a tracker on the ship... before he was blown to smithoreens.
The sacrifice would not be in vain.
"Proceed, then," he said, voice low and cold.
"As you will."
A hyperspace window opened, and the ship was gone.
Kilwen merely smirked as he heard the explanation about the creation of Z. "Jeez, when will mortal kind understand the concept of forbidden tech and practices...its forbidden for a reason, but alias as Erica would say history tends to repeat itself" as he follows Q. He looked up at Bs body from where they stood and states "It kinda seems like Z just dumped her here" as he looks around and then see's the core in front of him. "Impressive, I have the feeling the poor individuals stuff inside these cores were turned into a paste or essences and put in here...if it was through an actual soul transfer I understand why the Iridites don't exist anymore, the last thing Lord Ova wants is petty mortals messing around with souls she thinks are rightfully hers...and that means all souls" as he looks at the core and then at Q and smiled. He did think what she thought and agreed in seeing that B comes back online.
"I may not teleport but I can surely jump, let me just warm up my legs a bit" he says to her as he gestures for her to get close to him and once she was, he jumps from into an incredible height and being to come straight down right on top of B's face. He felt his feet sliding but he soon was able to get some kind of grip...thank the lords for dragon scales as well as holding onto Q. "I knew she was big, but damn she is huge" he says as he looks around his feet. "Literally armed to the teeth...seems a bit primitive though" he states even though he uses a sword to fight in a Galaxy full of laser weapons and doom day devices. Kilwen was going to say something as he see's Q drop B's core onto her body, getting somewhat cold feet in doing this, but he was unable to reply as B came back to life. As she shutters back to life and in combination Q squeezing him to death, he ends up losing his foot and so he begins to fall with Q holding him back as B begins to sit up. He looks down at Q and says "Hold on! We are falling from a very large , blind robot!" as he feels like skidding down B's body back down towards the trench floor. He tries with one hand to grab hold of something but had no luck and says if Q was still holding onto him "Brace for impact!" as they skidded off the giant robot and plunge towards the trench floor.
Kilwen will survive the fall, but would most like end having Q sitting on top of him. The only reply he would give out was "I'm alright"in a very weaselly tone as the air was knocked straight out of him and feeling a bit light headed from it all.
"I may not teleport but I can surely jump, let me just warm up my legs a bit" he says to her as he gestures for her to get close to him and once she was, he jumps from into an incredible height and being to come straight down right on top of B's face. He felt his feet sliding but he soon was able to get some kind of grip...thank the lords for dragon scales as well as holding onto Q. "I knew she was big, but damn she is huge" he says as he looks around his feet. "Literally armed to the teeth...seems a bit primitive though" he states even though he uses a sword to fight in a Galaxy full of laser weapons and doom day devices. Kilwen was going to say something as he see's Q drop B's core onto her body, getting somewhat cold feet in doing this, but he was unable to reply as B came back to life. As she shutters back to life and in combination Q squeezing him to death, he ends up losing his foot and so he begins to fall with Q holding him back as B begins to sit up. He looks down at Q and says "Hold on! We are falling from a very large , blind robot!" as he feels like skidding down B's body back down towards the trench floor. He tries with one hand to grab hold of something but had no luck and says if Q was still holding onto him "Brace for impact!" as they skidded off the giant robot and plunge towards the trench floor.
Kilwen will survive the fall, but would most like end having Q sitting on top of him. The only reply he would give out was "I'm alright"in a very weaselly tone as the air was knocked straight out of him and feeling a bit light headed from it all.
Nirix didn't know what to think about the extremely short man in Ketin's company. It was in the way that he presented himself, she supposed. He was observant, Nirix had determined that by the way he moved about the room and in his general mannerisms. He stopped to study nearly everything and for some reason, that put her in a state of discomfort.
Was he some kind of detective? If so, that was the exact opposite of what they needed to be following them around. Hopefully, he would keep his seemingly excessive prying to himself.
"It is good to see that you are enjoying yourself Da'len," Nirix commented as she approached the pair. Her eyes briefly travelled over to the unique game they were playing before she looked back at Ketin and generally smiled.
"I've been invited out for drinks later and I would like it if you join me," She suggested. They were both in due time for some merriment.
Arnaldo's advances were easily stopped by Nirix. Her hand was around his forearm in such a way that if he moved, she could easily break it. It was a fortunate reflex of hers; she was always prepared to deflect or defend or break. Especially for Ketin.
"Do not touch him," She nearly hissed, surprised at how venomous her words had appeared. Nirix knew how sensitive Ketin was about that wire, she had seen the panic that had bubbled up once when Ketin had sworn he was blind and could not see. It was not something he would just allowed to be touched, being that it was apart of his special Devil eye and besides, Nirix already held her suspicions about the short man.
And yet she still back peddled and hastily added:
"Please, do not touch that"
Was he some kind of detective? If so, that was the exact opposite of what they needed to be following them around. Hopefully, he would keep his seemingly excessive prying to himself.
"It is good to see that you are enjoying yourself Da'len," Nirix commented as she approached the pair. Her eyes briefly travelled over to the unique game they were playing before she looked back at Ketin and generally smiled.
"I've been invited out for drinks later and I would like it if you join me," She suggested. They were both in due time for some merriment.
Arnaldo's advances were easily stopped by Nirix. Her hand was around his forearm in such a way that if he moved, she could easily break it. It was a fortunate reflex of hers; she was always prepared to deflect or defend or break. Especially for Ketin.
"Do not touch him," She nearly hissed, surprised at how venomous her words had appeared. Nirix knew how sensitive Ketin was about that wire, she had seen the panic that had bubbled up once when Ketin had sworn he was blind and could not see. It was not something he would just allowed to be touched, being that it was apart of his special Devil eye and besides, Nirix already held her suspicions about the short man.
And yet she still back peddled and hastily added:
"Please, do not touch that"
Arnaldo surprised by the woman, recoiled, but in a very slow manner, realizing that this wire was important to either her or to Ketin. "Is this some type of mind control device, and if it is, I swear" Arnaldo said in a low tone, fearing for his new found companion's livelihood. He brushed back the piece of his coat that covered his sidearm and gave a head bob that said "if you step any closer or act any more suspiciously, I will pull it". He then noticed the woman's eyes, rife with a rage that he had not previously seen. "Alright I won't pull the gun on anyone if we just go back to the bar and talk about his 'special wire' and the reasons why I shouldn't touch it, oh and I know of your suspicions, I am not affiliated with anyone except myself. Kapeesh?" Arnaldo hurriedly said while motioning to the bar, right when the bartender he called earlier came back with his tea. "One order of Lingothian tea!" exclaimed the barkeep. Arnaldo seethed with an internal rage that could only be quenched by 1. The destruction of an entire civilization and its long and genuine history or 2. Slamming his fist onto the table. He chose option 2. and muttered to himself. "Hey, lady" speaking to Nirix "How many people are in our party, I need to know how big of a table we need". Arnaldo back tracked for a second, asking himself one question, why had he said that so casually? Moments earlier he was willing to draw his weapon on someone who suspected of mind controlling his friend and now he is asking how many people he can seat for her as if she was a friend of his. In his fit of confusion he drank a bit of tea and began cycling through theories as to what Ketin had in his head.
The Perrygold
There was something about the way his new friend Arnaldo moved that Ketin found disconcerting. He seemed perfectly in control of not only himself, but the immediate situation around him. Yet he also came off not as jumpy, but sporadic. He moved rapidly from one thing to the next, acting in rapid bursts of energy. He changed his whole demeanor every ten seconds.
This might have been what Ketin himself would be like, if he had been stuck as an old man instead of an eighteen year old kid...And been addicted to narcotics.
And there was something about his thought process which kept the Devil's Eye considerably excluded from integrating with it. While it was quite impossible to detect the prying of the Eye - as it did nothing but monitor, and was at no point actually present within the brain itself - it was certainly possible to make it much harder for any useful information to be gained. It was all in the way someone thought - the more sporadic and disjointed, the harder it would be for Ketin and the Eye to form meaningful interpretations with the collected data.
Typically, the only aspect that it was impossible to block or hinder was that of sight - since electronic signals were constantly being relayed from the eyes to the brain as long as there was light to be processed - but Arnaldo had, incredibly, bypassed that entirely by managing to function with eyes indefinitely closed. And, while Kramer's increased awareness via the other senses was a delightful compensation, it didn't quite make up for the 'blind spot'.
The little man was already marching over to the dartboard and procuring his miniature arsenal practically before Kete could finish the sentence.
He watched in something approaching bewildered fascination as he flung one of the darts with incredible force. He winced as that dart barely missed impaling the angry stereotype in the eye. Then he gaped as an otherwise perfect score was achieved with the utmost ease.
But it didn't last long.
He was filled with the sudden and urgent desire to show the man up. Relaxing his gait, he swaggered confidently to the board and plucked a set of metallic orange darts from the case. Then he strolled easily back to the throwing point, and spun on a heel so that he was facing the opposite direction - facing away from the board.
"Watch and learn, Arnie~" he said.
He had been playing this kind of electromagnetic darts for at least a century now. He was, to say the least, well practiced. It was actually easier to coordinate his toss using the eyes of others than his own - putting together a comprehensive picture of the situation and then letting them go.
With a gesture as casual as tossing an unwanted scrap of trash over his shoulder, Kete flicked the dart behind him and it struck one of the five bullseyes. Then he did it four more times.
Five different bullseyes, without so much as glancing at the board. But despite the casual nature in which he went about the game, it concluded with a wide, cocky smile on his face. Otherwise, he did not gloat - past a subtle shift of the shoulders.
Arnaldo was procuring tea when Nirix approached. She was met with the same broad smile - but it brightened visibly when they caught eyes.
"How's that for a couple good tosses, eh~?" he said, not needing to nod toward the board. It was a rhetorical question however, because - in his usual fashion - he was quick to move on.
Oooh~? Who's the lucky guy? Or gal? Nah, it's that handsome devil from next door, right~?" He lilted, knowingly, but teasingly. Then, more quietly "I told ya' he was into you~"
He was about to respond to the offer of coming along - he did have one condition he was going to propose first - when intent prodded at his mind and -
Ketin froze - wide eyed and stiff, going just a little pale and looking in sudden fear at the ever-closed eyes of Arnaldo. He was paralyzed there - unable to do anything - the memory of the last time coming back for a minute fraction of a second before fading back to the present scene.
Arnaldo had stepped over and reached out to grab Kete's wire - and Nirix was now holding his wrist only inches from it.
He tried not to think about what would have happened if he gave the thing a tug - the darkness, the isolation, the madness - but it still took him a couple of beats to get back on track.
The situation was suddenly very tense - and Ketin's animal instinct was that of a cornered marsupial - do anything possible to escape the immediate threat while backed helplessly into a corner.
It was replaced - or, rather, edited - into the need to put on a mask. To become someone else - to pull from the vast store of different personalities he had collected and copied over the centuries he had been so intimately familiar with the human psyche. He wanted to act indignant - to dig through the man's mind, find memories and use them against him - to show him up in front of everyone and dress him down until he knew not to screw with him or his Nirix again.
But - no. That was not the way to handle the situation.
The Kramer was smart, he was sharp, he was incredibly aware, and he was maddeningly persistent. Doing anything to make him any more interested in the Eye than he already was would be a bad move.
So, to break the tension, Kete burst into laughter. The knee-slapping, side-splitting sort of gigglefit that most were likely to find contagious.
"Mind control~! He said after some moments. "Mind control~! Great Galaxy that's a good one~! Mind control~" Then, suddenly growing very serious - much too serious so that it was purely comical, he droned in robotic, stunted monotone "This unit is in no way affiliated with BrainWash Industries, nor subsidiary corporations. This unit is under no compulsion to act outside its' programming. This unit is functioning normally. Please do not interfere with the operation of this unit."
Then he went on giggling for a minute or two, before at last settling down.
And though he was ever jovial, there was a virtually imperceptible glimmer in the half-breed's eyes - a firmness that betrayed the fact that he was now well aware that Kramer was willing and capable of pulling that gun out at any time. So, it hadn't just been a fluke back there.
And Ketin knew for certain, that if at any point the man planned on shooting anyone, he was not going to allow it to happen.
Presently however, the most important piece on the agenda was getting Kramer to stop being interested in the Eye. He wanted to sit down and talk about it? Fine - Kete would blow it off like nothing.
"Don't worry Arnie, it ain't some kinda' 'mind control device'. It's just an old model cybernetic eye, y'know? Lost my blue one in a Farrkistani HyperBear attack when I was a kid and this old clunker was the best I could get. It's nothin' to worry about." He sounded very convincing - just casual enough, just earnest enough - he had definitely been doing this for a long time.
"I...get kinda' touchy about it y'know? It hurts somethin' awful if it ever gets disconnected." he added, with a more admissive tone.
They could all just conveniently forget about the man's unspoken assertion that he was quite ready to pull a gun. Nice and easy.
Now it was time to change the tone of the conversation.
"Now where was...Oh! Right! I was gonna' say that I'll totally tag along later. Buuuuuut... You'll have to convince your date to bring along that super cute sister of his~." He said with mischief in his eyes and a flick flick of his ears.
He pointedly failed to answer Arnaldo's question about how many to seat at the table. If he was going to start theorizing too much, there was going to be a problem...
HMS Skadi
"Ugh! Ain't no way in Space I got anythin' like that inside me!" Dallen had protested harshly, wincing at the grotesque thing as it was held up.
Presently, the four shot each other meaningful glances regarding the Queen's reaction to Rin's words. They all said the same thing in silence - acknowledgement that this was definitely something much bigger than they had initially anticipated.
"Send us a dossier on her. Everything you have. So we'll know what questions to ask at the briefing." Ty said, as Cathorine began to make her way out.
Of course, all the while the hand was ever-present on Rin's shoulder.
That is, until a second hand was there, on his other shoulder.
It was Ty - and he made sure to speak up so that both the Queen - well down the cavernous hallway now - and the Commander alike could hear him. "With all due respect Commander, I believe Rin here should be as involved in this as we are, since he is clearly at or near the center of things. Keeping him in the dark will not do anything to help him trust us." And it went without saying that, whatever was going down, it was going to be a heck of alot easier with Rin's trust.
Belatedly, he hoped he didn't sound like he was trying to trick the kid into trusting them so they could use him.
Damn - where was Sané when he was needed? He'd always been the real wordweaver among them.
It did not matter what the Veracon Commander replied with - he would receive only a solemn nod either way - Ty was confident that if he wasn't getting his way now, he would in three hours. It wouldn't be the first time that they had collectively brow-beaten Boss into getting their way. A little sound logic and a lot of history could go a long way.
It was not long before they were alone again. Ty released Rin's shoulder and proceeded with tapping at his wrist comm, likely accepting clearance for the sensitive documents regarding Ova. Tsuan's hand stayed.
"Alright kid, what'sha wanna' do?" he said, a ghost of his usual grin - though heavily cowed with sympathetic solemnity - returning to his thin lips.
There was something about the way his new friend Arnaldo moved that Ketin found disconcerting. He seemed perfectly in control of not only himself, but the immediate situation around him. Yet he also came off not as jumpy, but sporadic. He moved rapidly from one thing to the next, acting in rapid bursts of energy. He changed his whole demeanor every ten seconds.
This might have been what Ketin himself would be like, if he had been stuck as an old man instead of an eighteen year old kid...And been addicted to narcotics.
And there was something about his thought process which kept the Devil's Eye considerably excluded from integrating with it. While it was quite impossible to detect the prying of the Eye - as it did nothing but monitor, and was at no point actually present within the brain itself - it was certainly possible to make it much harder for any useful information to be gained. It was all in the way someone thought - the more sporadic and disjointed, the harder it would be for Ketin and the Eye to form meaningful interpretations with the collected data.
Typically, the only aspect that it was impossible to block or hinder was that of sight - since electronic signals were constantly being relayed from the eyes to the brain as long as there was light to be processed - but Arnaldo had, incredibly, bypassed that entirely by managing to function with eyes indefinitely closed. And, while Kramer's increased awareness via the other senses was a delightful compensation, it didn't quite make up for the 'blind spot'.
The little man was already marching over to the dartboard and procuring his miniature arsenal practically before Kete could finish the sentence.
He watched in something approaching bewildered fascination as he flung one of the darts with incredible force. He winced as that dart barely missed impaling the angry stereotype in the eye. Then he gaped as an otherwise perfect score was achieved with the utmost ease.
But it didn't last long.
He was filled with the sudden and urgent desire to show the man up. Relaxing his gait, he swaggered confidently to the board and plucked a set of metallic orange darts from the case. Then he strolled easily back to the throwing point, and spun on a heel so that he was facing the opposite direction - facing away from the board.
"Watch and learn, Arnie~" he said.
He had been playing this kind of electromagnetic darts for at least a century now. He was, to say the least, well practiced. It was actually easier to coordinate his toss using the eyes of others than his own - putting together a comprehensive picture of the situation and then letting them go.
With a gesture as casual as tossing an unwanted scrap of trash over his shoulder, Kete flicked the dart behind him and it struck one of the five bullseyes. Then he did it four more times.
Five different bullseyes, without so much as glancing at the board. But despite the casual nature in which he went about the game, it concluded with a wide, cocky smile on his face. Otherwise, he did not gloat - past a subtle shift of the shoulders.
Arnaldo was procuring tea when Nirix approached. She was met with the same broad smile - but it brightened visibly when they caught eyes.
"How's that for a couple good tosses, eh~?" he said, not needing to nod toward the board. It was a rhetorical question however, because - in his usual fashion - he was quick to move on.
Oooh~? Who's the lucky guy? Or gal? Nah, it's that handsome devil from next door, right~?" He lilted, knowingly, but teasingly. Then, more quietly "I told ya' he was into you~"
He was about to respond to the offer of coming along - he did have one condition he was going to propose first - when intent prodded at his mind and -
Ketin froze - wide eyed and stiff, going just a little pale and looking in sudden fear at the ever-closed eyes of Arnaldo. He was paralyzed there - unable to do anything - the memory of the last time coming back for a minute fraction of a second before fading back to the present scene.
Arnaldo had stepped over and reached out to grab Kete's wire - and Nirix was now holding his wrist only inches from it.
He tried not to think about what would have happened if he gave the thing a tug - the darkness, the isolation, the madness - but it still took him a couple of beats to get back on track.
The situation was suddenly very tense - and Ketin's animal instinct was that of a cornered marsupial - do anything possible to escape the immediate threat while backed helplessly into a corner.
It was replaced - or, rather, edited - into the need to put on a mask. To become someone else - to pull from the vast store of different personalities he had collected and copied over the centuries he had been so intimately familiar with the human psyche. He wanted to act indignant - to dig through the man's mind, find memories and use them against him - to show him up in front of everyone and dress him down until he knew not to screw with him or his Nirix again.
But - no. That was not the way to handle the situation.
The Kramer was smart, he was sharp, he was incredibly aware, and he was maddeningly persistent. Doing anything to make him any more interested in the Eye than he already was would be a bad move.
So, to break the tension, Kete burst into laughter. The knee-slapping, side-splitting sort of gigglefit that most were likely to find contagious.
"Mind control~! He said after some moments. "Mind control~! Great Galaxy that's a good one~! Mind control~" Then, suddenly growing very serious - much too serious so that it was purely comical, he droned in robotic, stunted monotone "This unit is in no way affiliated with BrainWash Industries, nor subsidiary corporations. This unit is under no compulsion to act outside its' programming. This unit is functioning normally. Please do not interfere with the operation of this unit."
Then he went on giggling for a minute or two, before at last settling down.
And though he was ever jovial, there was a virtually imperceptible glimmer in the half-breed's eyes - a firmness that betrayed the fact that he was now well aware that Kramer was willing and capable of pulling that gun out at any time. So, it hadn't just been a fluke back there.
And Ketin knew for certain, that if at any point the man planned on shooting anyone, he was not going to allow it to happen.
Presently however, the most important piece on the agenda was getting Kramer to stop being interested in the Eye. He wanted to sit down and talk about it? Fine - Kete would blow it off like nothing.
"Don't worry Arnie, it ain't some kinda' 'mind control device'. It's just an old model cybernetic eye, y'know? Lost my blue one in a Farrkistani HyperBear attack when I was a kid and this old clunker was the best I could get. It's nothin' to worry about." He sounded very convincing - just casual enough, just earnest enough - he had definitely been doing this for a long time.
"I...get kinda' touchy about it y'know? It hurts somethin' awful if it ever gets disconnected." he added, with a more admissive tone.
They could all just conveniently forget about the man's unspoken assertion that he was quite ready to pull a gun. Nice and easy.
Now it was time to change the tone of the conversation.
"Now where was...Oh! Right! I was gonna' say that I'll totally tag along later. Buuuuuut... You'll have to convince your date to bring along that super cute sister of his~." He said with mischief in his eyes and a flick flick of his ears.
He pointedly failed to answer Arnaldo's question about how many to seat at the table. If he was going to start theorizing too much, there was going to be a problem...
HMS Skadi
"Ugh! Ain't no way in Space I got anythin' like that inside me!" Dallen had protested harshly, wincing at the grotesque thing as it was held up.
Presently, the four shot each other meaningful glances regarding the Queen's reaction to Rin's words. They all said the same thing in silence - acknowledgement that this was definitely something much bigger than they had initially anticipated.
"Send us a dossier on her. Everything you have. So we'll know what questions to ask at the briefing." Ty said, as Cathorine began to make her way out.
Of course, all the while the hand was ever-present on Rin's shoulder.
That is, until a second hand was there, on his other shoulder.
It was Ty - and he made sure to speak up so that both the Queen - well down the cavernous hallway now - and the Commander alike could hear him. "With all due respect Commander, I believe Rin here should be as involved in this as we are, since he is clearly at or near the center of things. Keeping him in the dark will not do anything to help him trust us." And it went without saying that, whatever was going down, it was going to be a heck of alot easier with Rin's trust.
Belatedly, he hoped he didn't sound like he was trying to trick the kid into trusting them so they could use him.
Damn - where was Sané when he was needed? He'd always been the real wordweaver among them.
It did not matter what the Veracon Commander replied with - he would receive only a solemn nod either way - Ty was confident that if he wasn't getting his way now, he would in three hours. It wouldn't be the first time that they had collectively brow-beaten Boss into getting their way. A little sound logic and a lot of history could go a long way.
It was not long before they were alone again. Ty released Rin's shoulder and proceeded with tapping at his wrist comm, likely accepting clearance for the sensitive documents regarding Ova. Tsuan's hand stayed.
"Alright kid, what'sha wanna' do?" he said, a ghost of his usual grin - though heavily cowed with sympathetic solemnity - returning to his thin lips.
Rin bit his lip, deep in thought. To be honest, all he wanted to do was- sleep, forget everything that happened- or even spar again. That would be productive, right?
... But...
These Dimensional Lords...
Dangerous. His thoughts turned toward his ship. Could they travel through universes...? A cold stab of fear rippled through him. The-
"Can you walk me to my ship?" he whispered lowly, turning towards Tsuan. "The rest can follow. I just..." He sighed, face pensive. "There's something I need to show you."
... But...
These Dimensional Lords...
Dangerous. His thoughts turned toward his ship. Could they travel through universes...? A cold stab of fear rippled through him. The-
"Can you walk me to my ship?" he whispered lowly, turning towards Tsuan. "The rest can follow. I just..." He sighed, face pensive. "There's something I need to show you."
The commander unit merely nodded as he left and soon all the info on Ova has been pulled up
Dossier of Lord Ova now open:
Lord Ova, Dimensional Lord of the Undead and Dark Dimension is the current leader of the newly emerged Ovain Empire, responsible for the deadlock conflict between the Kamperfian Empire. Her empire is run a combination like of Feudalism and capitalism, with religious piety being everything that is holding everyone in the empire together, headed by the Darken Cathedral. Lord Ova's capital is Kongisberg, an Earth like planet that has been under her direct influence causing the planet to literally darken.
Lord Ova herself is the third Lord of the Undead and the first of the Dark, she is consider the second most powerful Dimensional Lord by influence and by power alone. Her manipulation of dark is unmatch and has been known to create her champions her soul procedures. In summary, she is like Kampfer but much worse since she is the one who created Kampfer. Expect similar tactics, but with much more display of power as she satisfy her craving of acquiring souls.
Physiological analyse: unstable, typical of Lords from the Undead Dimension to suffer in losing there minds...Ova has been able to slow down her mental degradation over the past many millennia. How she does it remains a mysterious.
Combat effectiveness: Highly effective CQC, decent mid range combatant
Rest of info unavailable
Dossier of Lord Ova now open:
Lord Ova, Dimensional Lord of the Undead and Dark Dimension is the current leader of the newly emerged Ovain Empire, responsible for the deadlock conflict between the Kamperfian Empire. Her empire is run a combination like of Feudalism and capitalism, with religious piety being everything that is holding everyone in the empire together, headed by the Darken Cathedral. Lord Ova's capital is Kongisberg, an Earth like planet that has been under her direct influence causing the planet to literally darken.
Lord Ova herself is the third Lord of the Undead and the first of the Dark, she is consider the second most powerful Dimensional Lord by influence and by power alone. Her manipulation of dark is unmatch and has been known to create her champions her soul procedures. In summary, she is like Kampfer but much worse since she is the one who created Kampfer. Expect similar tactics, but with much more display of power as she satisfy her craving of acquiring souls.
Physiological analyse: unstable, typical of Lords from the Undead Dimension to suffer in losing there minds...Ova has been able to slow down her mental degradation over the past many millennia. How she does it remains a mysterious.
Combat effectiveness: Highly effective CQC, decent mid range combatant
Rest of info unavailable
All of the over-analyzing, all of the chaotic conspiracies flying through his head were all suddenly and abruptly stopped by Ketin's brief answer. One could not tell by his body language but Arnaldo actually found it very funny that he went straight into conspiring rather than just leaving it alone, and that the answer was one of the most common things in the galaxy, a cybernetic eye. With one "Huh" Arnaldo gave up on his pseudo-investigation and walked over to an empty table. "Ketin, you confuse me, you know that? Here I am wading through hordes of livestock-like shmucks, only to stumble upon a goofy cyborg and his scary, down right intimidating sidekick, and a some bro and his inventor sister. And I thought I was the weird one. On almost every trip I take between planets, the people on-board seem downright bored with life, but you seem to enjoy every second of it. I like that. Would you and your weirdo posse care if I tagged along for the ride, I mean I have nothing else to do.", Arnaldo said all of this in a relaxed sarcastic tone up until the point he asked to follow Ketin, in which he had a very curious tone. Then he realized that this had been the single longest held monologue he had said on the entire trip, which worried him. He had been opening up too much this trip. "Well, how about you think of your answer over some food and drink, and hey, why don't we all start to get to know a little about each other? What do you say". Arnaldo then finished his tea and put the cup back on the table, only for it to disassemble on the molecular level and reappear on the bar. Arnaldo recoiled from this action but in a such a slow manner, it was almost comical. "Jeez, I will never get used to that."
S O L I T U D E
... But what if an idea cannot be forgotten?
The Universe once encountered itself in a state whereas the concepts of 'Space', 'Time' and 'Oblivion' were no more than an abstract collection of complex philosophies. Ideas, by themselves, yet to be comprehended. For The Ones there, dwelling for unspoken infinite eternities, those concepts, were on the very sense of the word, meaningless. There is no whisper, no secret, no darkness that can be hidden from those spectators. They hear, know and see. Hyper conscience. Omniscience is a natural trait for them, if one can call it 'natural'. To be deprived of even one of those timelessly primordial senses would be equivalent to lose all the essence of one's being.
And, at an infinite eternity ago, it happened.
A living collection of concepts manifested by a hypermetaphyisical form was managed to be forgotten and deprived of all its senses. To be denied of the miracle of existing at its fullest is the same as not existing. The mind tears itself apart, crumbles and turn into dust. All that is left is the shade of a being, a misshappen silhouette of what such was supposed to be. This is the ultimate torment. For your memory to be tore apart from reality. After Complete Oblivion unfolded its horror for the very first time in pre-existance, it could be said that the true meaning of Pain came into being.
If entities of cosmic proportions went mad to the decaying exposition of Oblivion, what would happen to the fading First-People kin? The Idea of Her had finally faded away in Reality. Finally, the First People will never be a threat anymore to Dimensional Lord Erica Codsworth and her cohorts. And, finally, The Shadow Over Himself had finally achieved the mission of his Lady Dulcinea.
Or so he thought!
W͛̀͐̏̓į̨ͭt̸ͬǹͭ̀̄̃̿̊͡e̐ͥ͌ͦ̿̆̓ͨ̄̕ṡ̨̌̃ͩ̅̉͐̇͢s̷ͭ͆ͬͣ
Ţ̷̨̡̀h̛͢͜͢e̸͢͝͏ȩ̷͘͝ ̶̸̴̷̨f̸̡̡̕҉o̵̴u̧̧͝n͏d͢͡͏i̸̴̛͟n̶̕ǵ̀͘s̶̷̵͘͜ ̶̕͘o͢o͜͝͞z͞͠i̡҉͢ǹ̵̶̵͡g̷͘,̵̴̸͠҉ ̷̛q̶̧͘͞u̷̴a͟͞n҉͏̢҉̢t̴͜a̢̡͟ ͘͞҉͘p̢̀́̕e̷̸̢̛͡r̷͟҉́ ̴̧q̢̕͟͡u̵̵͟á̴̛͘n̶̛t̴̴́͘͢a҉̷̶̢͝.̸͜.̡.̡́
R̸̤̙̙̬͎͈͈͚͓̺͡͞ṳ̵̠͍͙̗̠̖͉̝̲̤̝͜͝ͅp̢̭̩͕͉͕̙̫̟͇͖̭̯̣̮̙̱̺̥t̷̴̸̵̨̹͉̹͈̩͇̗̰̙̞̥̖͍̺̹ú͓̰̪͈͎͙̻̘̘̟̙̟̜̞̣̠͜r҉̷̡̦̠̯̗̗̲͍̳͠í̸̬̜̲̠̭͙͇͖͉̮̯̳̘͘ͅņ̵̢̬̪̻̳͎͓͔̭̣̻̝g̨̜̗̙̪̼̠̝̰̙̜̤̬̮̻͘ͅ ̡̢̻̞͙͉͍̟͈̦̰͓̫͍̭̹̜̼̯͘͝͝y̧̼͍͖̥͚̬̭͎̟͖͔͍͉̫̺̲͈͝e̴̹̙̰͓͎͜ ̨͍̰̳̰̻̞̼̭͓͕̭̱̀ͅs̢̨̛̤̤͖̣̬͖̀͟t̸̛̹͎͙̲̮̠̪̦̯̼̞͇̖ͅͅr̴̀҉̩̳̠͙̮͉̀ị̞͙̩͎̱̥̜̞͖̩͔̥̝̘͙͜͜ͅn͏̧̘̬̪̬̲̹̝̲̪͈͎͓̦͕͟g̴̼̤̬͎̹̰̫͖͙͖̩̘͞ͅs̴̨̛͏̜̦̥̞̟ͅ,̸̧̛̺̮͙͚̣̳̭͔̲͙̭͎̫͘͡ͅ ̶͓̯͉̝͓͇͕̰̤͍͔̰̥̠͖̱̮̗̕͝t҉̴̢̘̻̟̮͜e͏̨̫̦̣͕̯̬̰̲͙͍̺̬̙̗̀͠a̴̢̺̬͉̼̳̫̱̘͢͞͡r̦̪͇͈̺͇̳̙͞͞ì̷̳͓͉̮͎̬̣̯͎̲̺̜̤͚́͝͝ͅn̸͏̵̨̘̼͙͖̞͎̰̜̱̖̹̻̤̬̠̬͉͟ͅͅǵ̷̷̷̡̯̝̱̥͈͚̬̳̤̲̪̲̭̳̳͇ ̸͜͏̳̳̙̤͓̘̖͉̠̘̤̭͚̣̭̣͈̻a̛̖̞̘̠̮̜̞͉͠ͅͅp̶̨̨̳͎̩̥̕͠a̡̩̳͓̰͙̖͉͝r̸͘҉̞̫̩͚͎͈͓̦̣̜̹̞̟̲ͅt͏̙͎͉̪̣̭̯̹͍̗͜,̷̵̼̞̘͙͍̤̦̭͕̦̺͎͍͓̪̭̯̙ͅ ͎̠͙͇̬̺̲̪̦̱͙̞̳̬͚̻̖̕͜v̵̧̞͖̥͕͇̕i̻̪͉͉͇̗̪͞ͅo͏̵̷̛̦͇͈͉̮͉̜͉̫͖͔͝ͅļ͇̼̤̱͎̘̱̘͍̮̕̕̕͡a͏̦͉̼̯͎̱̤͍̠̞̳̩̞̤̘̦͈͇͟ͅn̷̸̢͎̖͓̺̦̙̳͉̕͘t̨̨͖̦̟͍̪̦̜̩͎̺̻͕̘͘̕͝i҉̷̨̧̼̝͈͍̱̭̟̻̭͔̼̦͕̦ǹ̵̲͕̻̺̺̜̳̣͈̪̠͙g̵̡͔̭̫̺̕͜͞.̵̢̫͓̰̗̖̹̬̳͉̟.̥͍͇̯͚͘̕͢.̪̼̪̰̗̺͕̹̪͓̜̮̰̬̪͟ͅͅ
Û̵́̌̌ͦ͊̐̋́ͣ̐ͯ̚҉̟̻͙̯̹͇̖͈͙͖͍̜͙̜̼ͅͅN̨̧̤̙͙͈̏̓̊ͯͧͨͥ̀̽ͧ̽ͦM̛̘̭̥͇͚̩̜͉̖ͨ̈́̈̏͌ͦ͑ͭ͐̍̀̏̚̚͞Aͧ̂̃̒̈́̽ͨͯ̄̏̐͐̅̌ͤ̀̀͏̛̺̝̩͖͚͇̺̳̠̬͓̘̦͍͉̯͙͘͘K̵̢̟̺͈̘̤̤̟͚̣̼̯͚͍̘̳̀ͪ̋̈ͤ͋ͣ̑͠I̡̛͎͉̙̥͉̻̒̔̆ͥ͗ͮ̈́͒ͣ̐̃̀͝N̲͈̩̦̥̻̗͙̗͊̓̓̓ͨͩ͆ͫͤ̄ͥͭ̕͟͢G̷̐ͥ͑ͭ̓̊̐ͫ̐ͤͮͯ̈́ͦͦ̑ͬ̂̚҉͍͙̩̯̫͇̥̫̼̺̤̜͇̻̰ ̵̩̘̮̝͖̘̾͌̆̔ͦ̽͗̃́́͠͡T̨̡͕͈͎̦̰̲̺ͮ͊ͬ́͋ͥ̊̌ͪ̎̿ͭ̂͝͠H͓̭̻̞̭̽̐̀̍̂̋͂̏̈́̅͂̌ͧ̿̑̔̉̀̕͟͝Ḙ̸͕̗̮̬̪͉̩̗͖̭͖̙̩̀ͩ̔͑̄̏ͫ̏̋̔ͤ̇͌̍̔̽̆ͫ̚͟ͅE̴̪̤̫͕̝̘ͯͣ͗̇̀̓͑̈ͧ̾̑ͯ́̀̚͘͜.
D̆ͮͬͬ̓eͩ̍̋͆l̃̒̃̒ͮ̋ͨ̑iͤ͂ͬ͐ğ͠h̸̶̒͒͆͐ͦ́̈́ͦ́t̴ͩͫͩ͘͟f̃͒̽u͆̀̓lͣͭ̐͂͡.̇̍̽͛̿́̚͞ ̐ͧ͐͢͟P̵̶ͬ͋̐͐l̛ͪ͡͠eͤ̀ͦͪ͂҉a̴̧̾͌́s̆͂͛ͨ͐͢u̷ͤͫ̔̿ͨ͜r̒ͥ́̅҉ȉͫ͏n͑̓ͨ͐ͯͪͦ͜͜͟g̵͊̒ͨ̽͊̍̂̈.̔̏̈̂ͮ͋͛͟͠
T̴͍̳͔̹̪̫͚h͈̪͈e̸͈̱̹e̡̡̙̼̺͕̦̮͈͡ ̵̸̰̱͓̘͖̺̝͢Ų̷̤͙́l̡͇͍̤̀t̷͇͟i̱̺̞͚̠͙ͅm̮͇̯͝a̛̬̦̱̥͕͔̗͉t̰͖̻̤́͞e̵̷̠͚ ̘͎͎̕͠O̢͙b̤̦̜l̼̤̜̮̪͜í̜v̼̗̞͖̱̜͖͇̘̀͘͜i͏͎̞̰̖͙̣̲̮o̞̫̩̠͖͢n̩̤̪̱̯͙͢.͏̙̹̣̞͜
Cͧ̌͗̿̌́͏̨͓͉͓̘̫ẖ̱̖̝͈̱͇ͧͧͤͮͫͅï̧͍̦̳͖̼̒ͧ̎̅̀͠l̸̳̟̗̲̼̔͗͗ͫ͝d̙̦̝̭̃̐͊̈́̍ͮͥͅ ̟̪̺͌̓o̷̢̞̙͇̳̱̘̘̰̊̀͞f̼̼͈̮̑ͯͪ̽́ͯ̂͌͑͠ ̣̝̪͖̓̌͌Y̜͚͉͍̥̥͚̞̦͆ͣ̎͘è̏̆̕͜҉̞̮ ͖ͧ͐ͤ̇̂ͩͣͥ͂͠Ń̜̝̜̘͙͉̍̿ͩͨͧ̈̍̍͝a̷̢̘ͯ̊̃̈͋̌͞m͑́ͨͦ͏̧͔̤̫͍ě͙̺̙̠͇͉ͧ͘ľ͈̙̅ͣ̆ͭ͞ę̖̖̲̬̺̣̇̑ͭͩ̌͗͛ś̹̟̳̂͊̍͡s̬̥̞̫̟̹̬̞̺ͣ̾ͦͫ͢.͈̤̬̬̯͕̺͍͌̾ͦ̏ͩ͑́
Ideas clashed with the strenght of a trillion supermassive singularities against Her Own. She felt Her being get twisted and displaced in infinitely impossible ways as unexisting words pierced the very foundings of Her Unbeing. It came from everywhere. Still, physical pain was an abstract in this state of being. Her body was gone. It felt like looking at the massive wound formed by the terrible Captain Wan Nabes, yet, feeling like nothing.
However, if pain was possible in this impossible place, it came from the desperation that An Entity invoked with its very unseen presence. She was not alone. And that was very troubling.
In this dimension between dimensions. Between Notspace, Reality and the countless state of beings alternate to ours, only One Entity dwelled. It was its Prison.
... But what if an idea cannot be forgotten?
The Universe once encountered itself in a state whereas the concepts of 'Space', 'Time' and 'Oblivion' were no more than an abstract collection of complex philosophies. Ideas, by themselves, yet to be comprehended. For The Ones there, dwelling for unspoken infinite eternities, those concepts, were on the very sense of the word, meaningless. There is no whisper, no secret, no darkness that can be hidden from those spectators. They hear, know and see. Hyper conscience. Omniscience is a natural trait for them, if one can call it 'natural'. To be deprived of even one of those timelessly primordial senses would be equivalent to lose all the essence of one's being.
And, at an infinite eternity ago, it happened.
A living collection of concepts manifested by a hypermetaphyisical form was managed to be forgotten and deprived of all its senses. To be denied of the miracle of existing at its fullest is the same as not existing. The mind tears itself apart, crumbles and turn into dust. All that is left is the shade of a being, a misshappen silhouette of what such was supposed to be. This is the ultimate torment. For your memory to be tore apart from reality. After Complete Oblivion unfolded its horror for the very first time in pre-existance, it could be said that the true meaning of Pain came into being.
If entities of cosmic proportions went mad to the decaying exposition of Oblivion, what would happen to the fading First-People kin? The Idea of Her had finally faded away in Reality. Finally, the First People will never be a threat anymore to Dimensional Lord Erica Codsworth and her cohorts. And, finally, The Shadow Over Himself had finally achieved the mission of his Lady Dulcinea.
Or so he thought!
W͛̀͐̏̓į̨ͭt̸ͬǹͭ̀̄̃̿̊͡e̐ͥ͌ͦ̿̆̓ͨ̄̕ṡ̨̌̃ͩ̅̉͐̇͢s̷ͭ͆ͬͣ
Ţ̷̨̡̀h̛͢͜͢e̸͢͝͏ȩ̷͘͝ ̶̸̴̷̨f̸̡̡̕҉o̵̴u̧̧͝n͏d͢͡͏i̸̴̛͟n̶̕ǵ̀͘s̶̷̵͘͜ ̶̕͘o͢o͜͝͞z͞͠i̡҉͢ǹ̵̶̵͡g̷͘,̵̴̸͠҉ ̷̛q̶̧͘͞u̷̴a͟͞n҉͏̢҉̢t̴͜a̢̡͟ ͘͞҉͘p̢̀́̕e̷̸̢̛͡r̷͟҉́ ̴̧q̢̕͟͡u̵̵͟á̴̛͘n̶̛t̴̴́͘͢a҉̷̶̢͝.̸͜.̡.̡́
R̸̤̙̙̬͎͈͈͚͓̺͡͞ṳ̵̠͍͙̗̠̖͉̝̲̤̝͜͝ͅp̢̭̩͕͉͕̙̫̟͇͖̭̯̣̮̙̱̺̥t̷̴̸̵̨̹͉̹͈̩͇̗̰̙̞̥̖͍̺̹ú͓̰̪͈͎͙̻̘̘̟̙̟̜̞̣̠͜r҉̷̡̦̠̯̗̗̲͍̳͠í̸̬̜̲̠̭͙͇͖͉̮̯̳̘͘ͅņ̵̢̬̪̻̳͎͓͔̭̣̻̝g̨̜̗̙̪̼̠̝̰̙̜̤̬̮̻͘ͅ ̡̢̻̞͙͉͍̟͈̦̰͓̫͍̭̹̜̼̯͘͝͝y̧̼͍͖̥͚̬̭͎̟͖͔͍͉̫̺̲͈͝e̴̹̙̰͓͎͜ ̨͍̰̳̰̻̞̼̭͓͕̭̱̀ͅs̢̨̛̤̤͖̣̬͖̀͟t̸̛̹͎͙̲̮̠̪̦̯̼̞͇̖ͅͅr̴̀҉̩̳̠͙̮͉̀ị̞͙̩͎̱̥̜̞͖̩͔̥̝̘͙͜͜ͅn͏̧̘̬̪̬̲̹̝̲̪͈͎͓̦͕͟g̴̼̤̬͎̹̰̫͖͙͖̩̘͞ͅs̴̨̛͏̜̦̥̞̟ͅ,̸̧̛̺̮͙͚̣̳̭͔̲͙̭͎̫͘͡ͅ ̶͓̯͉̝͓͇͕̰̤͍͔̰̥̠͖̱̮̗̕͝t҉̴̢̘̻̟̮͜e͏̨̫̦̣͕̯̬̰̲͙͍̺̬̙̗̀͠a̴̢̺̬͉̼̳̫̱̘͢͞͡r̦̪͇͈̺͇̳̙͞͞ì̷̳͓͉̮͎̬̣̯͎̲̺̜̤͚́͝͝ͅn̸͏̵̨̘̼͙͖̞͎̰̜̱̖̹̻̤̬̠̬͉͟ͅͅǵ̷̷̷̡̯̝̱̥͈͚̬̳̤̲̪̲̭̳̳͇ ̸͜͏̳̳̙̤͓̘̖͉̠̘̤̭͚̣̭̣͈̻a̛̖̞̘̠̮̜̞͉͠ͅͅp̶̨̨̳͎̩̥̕͠a̡̩̳͓̰͙̖͉͝r̸͘҉̞̫̩͚͎͈͓̦̣̜̹̞̟̲ͅt͏̙͎͉̪̣̭̯̹͍̗͜,̷̵̼̞̘͙͍̤̦̭͕̦̺͎͍͓̪̭̯̙ͅ ͎̠͙͇̬̺̲̪̦̱͙̞̳̬͚̻̖̕͜v̵̧̞͖̥͕͇̕i̻̪͉͉͇̗̪͞ͅo͏̵̷̛̦͇͈͉̮͉̜͉̫͖͔͝ͅļ͇̼̤̱͎̘̱̘͍̮̕̕̕͡a͏̦͉̼̯͎̱̤͍̠̞̳̩̞̤̘̦͈͇͟ͅn̷̸̢͎̖͓̺̦̙̳͉̕͘t̨̨͖̦̟͍̪̦̜̩͎̺̻͕̘͘̕͝i҉̷̨̧̼̝͈͍̱̭̟̻̭͔̼̦͕̦ǹ̵̲͕̻̺̺̜̳̣͈̪̠͙g̵̡͔̭̫̺̕͜͞.̵̢̫͓̰̗̖̹̬̳͉̟.̥͍͇̯͚͘̕͢.̪̼̪̰̗̺͕̹̪͓̜̮̰̬̪͟ͅͅ
Û̵́̌̌ͦ͊̐̋́ͣ̐ͯ̚҉̟̻͙̯̹͇̖͈͙͖͍̜͙̜̼ͅͅN̨̧̤̙͙͈̏̓̊ͯͧͨͥ̀̽ͧ̽ͦM̛̘̭̥͇͚̩̜͉̖ͨ̈́̈̏͌ͦ͑ͭ͐̍̀̏̚̚͞Aͧ̂̃̒̈́̽ͨͯ̄̏̐͐̅̌ͤ̀̀͏̛̺̝̩͖͚͇̺̳̠̬͓̘̦͍͉̯͙͘͘K̵̢̟̺͈̘̤̤̟͚̣̼̯͚͍̘̳̀ͪ̋̈ͤ͋ͣ̑͠I̡̛͎͉̙̥͉̻̒̔̆ͥ͗ͮ̈́͒ͣ̐̃̀͝N̲͈̩̦̥̻̗͙̗͊̓̓̓ͨͩ͆ͫͤ̄ͥͭ̕͟͢G̷̐ͥ͑ͭ̓̊̐ͫ̐ͤͮͯ̈́ͦͦ̑ͬ̂̚҉͍͙̩̯̫͇̥̫̼̺̤̜͇̻̰ ̵̩̘̮̝͖̘̾͌̆̔ͦ̽͗̃́́͠͡T̨̡͕͈͎̦̰̲̺ͮ͊ͬ́͋ͥ̊̌ͪ̎̿ͭ̂͝͠H͓̭̻̞̭̽̐̀̍̂̋͂̏̈́̅͂̌ͧ̿̑̔̉̀̕͟͝Ḙ̸͕̗̮̬̪͉̩̗͖̭͖̙̩̀ͩ̔͑̄̏ͫ̏̋̔ͤ̇͌̍̔̽̆ͫ̚͟ͅE̴̪̤̫͕̝̘ͯͣ͗̇̀̓͑̈ͧ̾̑ͯ́̀̚͘͜.
D̆ͮͬͬ̓eͩ̍̋͆l̃̒̃̒ͮ̋ͨ̑iͤ͂ͬ͐ğ͠h̸̶̒͒͆͐ͦ́̈́ͦ́t̴ͩͫͩ͘͟f̃͒̽u͆̀̓lͣͭ̐͂͡.̇̍̽͛̿́̚͞ ̐ͧ͐͢͟P̵̶ͬ͋̐͐l̛ͪ͡͠eͤ̀ͦͪ͂҉a̴̧̾͌́s̆͂͛ͨ͐͢u̷ͤͫ̔̿ͨ͜r̒ͥ́̅҉ȉͫ͏n͑̓ͨ͐ͯͪͦ͜͜͟g̵͊̒ͨ̽͊̍̂̈.̔̏̈̂ͮ͋͛͟͠
T̴͍̳͔̹̪̫͚h͈̪͈e̸͈̱̹e̡̡̙̼̺͕̦̮͈͡ ̵̸̰̱͓̘͖̺̝͢Ų̷̤͙́l̡͇͍̤̀t̷͇͟i̱̺̞͚̠͙ͅm̮͇̯͝a̛̬̦̱̥͕͔̗͉t̰͖̻̤́͞e̵̷̠͚ ̘͎͎̕͠O̢͙b̤̦̜l̼̤̜̮̪͜í̜v̼̗̞͖̱̜͖͇̘̀͘͜i͏͎̞̰̖͙̣̲̮o̞̫̩̠͖͢n̩̤̪̱̯͙͢.͏̙̹̣̞͜
Cͧ̌͗̿̌́͏̨͓͉͓̘̫ẖ̱̖̝͈̱͇ͧͧͤͮͫͅï̧͍̦̳͖̼̒ͧ̎̅̀͠l̸̳̟̗̲̼̔͗͗ͫ͝d̙̦̝̭̃̐͊̈́̍ͮͥͅ ̟̪̺͌̓o̷̢̞̙͇̳̱̘̘̰̊̀͞f̼̼͈̮̑ͯͪ̽́ͯ̂͌͑͠ ̣̝̪͖̓̌͌Y̜͚͉͍̥̥͚̞̦͆ͣ̎͘è̏̆̕͜҉̞̮ ͖ͧ͐ͤ̇̂ͩͣͥ͂͠Ń̜̝̜̘͙͉̍̿ͩͨͧ̈̍̍͝a̷̢̘ͯ̊̃̈͋̌͞m͑́ͨͦ͏̧͔̤̫͍ě͙̺̙̠͇͉ͧ͘ľ͈̙̅ͣ̆ͭ͞ę̖̖̲̬̺̣̇̑ͭͩ̌͗͛ś̹̟̳̂͊̍͡s̬̥̞̫̟̹̬̞̺ͣ̾ͦͫ͢.͈̤̬̬̯͕̺͍͌̾ͦ̏ͩ͑́
Ideas clashed with the strenght of a trillion supermassive singularities against Her Own. She felt Her being get twisted and displaced in infinitely impossible ways as unexisting words pierced the very foundings of Her Unbeing. It came from everywhere. Still, physical pain was an abstract in this state of being. Her body was gone. It felt like looking at the massive wound formed by the terrible Captain Wan Nabes, yet, feeling like nothing.
However, if pain was possible in this impossible place, it came from the desperation that An Entity invoked with its very unseen presence. She was not alone. And that was very troubling.
In this dimension between dimensions. Between Notspace, Reality and the countless state of beings alternate to ours, only One Entity dwelled. It was its Prison.
Q
"Ah! I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry!" Q blurted out, quickly scrambling off of Kilwen and helping him to his own feet. "I was so taken up in the moment! I can't believe what I'm seeing! Can you believe it?! Me neither!!"
If one was to see Q at this point, they would not have known that she was normally reserved, shy, and a nervous wreck. For some reason, she was ecstatic at this discovery, and in a big way. Instead of Kilwen holding onto her, she was now holding onto him excitedly.
"The possibilities, Kilwen! The math and numbers all make sense now! The sheer knowledge we could get from her! I feel like my circuitry will burst at any second!"
B had risen again from the sands of the planet and the sands of time. Her joints let out mighty cracks and groans as she raised to her full height, and from her mouth was a series of dissatisfied grunts and growls. The pressure and presence of her massive size was electrifying as much as it was terrifying.
The wind howled as it encountered new resistance on the normally flat desert sands. Q was silent. B was gathering her words. Slowly, the massive robot knelt down, it's shadow blocking out the sun.
"...Thank you." B managed to utter. "...But the least you could have done was fixed my vision first." Stubborn as usual.
"S-Sorry, that's something that I don't think I have the technical capabilities of fixing just yet" Q humbly replied. "I'm just amazed that you can still function! H-How do you feel?"
"Like scrap." B replied. "But then again, when did I ever feel like anything else? I guess I should be a tad bit grateful for your service, but then again, I didn't realize my body was in such bad shape." There was a growing dissatisfaction in her voice, and Q could hear it loud and clear. It wasn't exactly boosting her confidence, but she remained strong.
"W-Well, is there anything I could do to maybe... remedy the situation? I can't fix your vision now, but maybe I could help guide you somewhere where we could fix you up? You know, be your eye for a little while! I would be honored to help you out if you could even spare a bit of information about your past and-"
B stopped Q's babbling mid sentence with a raise of her hand, asking her to pause.
"You're willing to be my eye, is that what I'm hearing?"
Q nodded rapidly. "Yes, Yes! Any way I could help-"
"You're willing to sit in my socket and help me out. Is that correct?" B interjected.
Slower this time, Q nodded in agreement. "Y-Yes, I'd be more than happy to-"
"Great, then let's go. Z won't punch herself in the face."
Q was taken completely aback. Her own eye widened in shock and her pleasant smile quickly contorted into a nervous, open, and wobbled mouth with no direction.
"Y-You can't be serious. You just got back up! You don't have an eye-"
B simply gave a quizzical look at Q, even though she had no eye, there was that "are you serious" tone to the expression she gave towards the smaller robot. Q nervously looked towards the ground.
"I-Is everything else working alright? I m-mean, does everything else still function? You do look awful..." Q uttered, barely audible.
"Everything except for my eye... and the wormhole device... are in perfect functionality. I'm sure that with you, we could fix both of those issues. Are you going to help or not?"
Q couldn't help it. As a force of habit, she ran several probability tests and calculations, pondering over the success of the situation. For a moment, she figured that numbers would be her only form of comfort... but she remembered that she still had Kilwen by her side. Turning to face him, she quietly questioned him as well.
"Kilwen, you've been such a good friend and companion this entire mission and adventure... I'd hate to just leave you behind... Would you... maybe like to come with me? The numbers I'm getting right now aren't of any comfort to me, but with you by my side, I feel like I can do anything! I..."
Q looked back towards B, towering behind her, stubborn and ready to get back at Z for what she had done. She was a robot. Q was a robot. Kilwen was far from one.
"...I understand if you don't want to. I mean, we might never come back... just at least stay with me until we depart. I do have a wormhole device to fix up." Q gave an earnest and heartfelt smile to mask her returning nervousness. It would be enough for her if Kilwen could do just that.
B lowered once again, outstretching her hand towards Q and Kilwen, offering them a lift to her open eye socket. "I don't have all day, you know. Either we do it now and get it over with, or wait for Z to cause more mayhem."
"Ah! I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry!" Q blurted out, quickly scrambling off of Kilwen and helping him to his own feet. "I was so taken up in the moment! I can't believe what I'm seeing! Can you believe it?! Me neither!!"
If one was to see Q at this point, they would not have known that she was normally reserved, shy, and a nervous wreck. For some reason, she was ecstatic at this discovery, and in a big way. Instead of Kilwen holding onto her, she was now holding onto him excitedly.
"The possibilities, Kilwen! The math and numbers all make sense now! The sheer knowledge we could get from her! I feel like my circuitry will burst at any second!"
B had risen again from the sands of the planet and the sands of time. Her joints let out mighty cracks and groans as she raised to her full height, and from her mouth was a series of dissatisfied grunts and growls. The pressure and presence of her massive size was electrifying as much as it was terrifying.
The wind howled as it encountered new resistance on the normally flat desert sands. Q was silent. B was gathering her words. Slowly, the massive robot knelt down, it's shadow blocking out the sun.
"...Thank you." B managed to utter. "...But the least you could have done was fixed my vision first." Stubborn as usual.
"S-Sorry, that's something that I don't think I have the technical capabilities of fixing just yet" Q humbly replied. "I'm just amazed that you can still function! H-How do you feel?"
"Like scrap." B replied. "But then again, when did I ever feel like anything else? I guess I should be a tad bit grateful for your service, but then again, I didn't realize my body was in such bad shape." There was a growing dissatisfaction in her voice, and Q could hear it loud and clear. It wasn't exactly boosting her confidence, but she remained strong.
"W-Well, is there anything I could do to maybe... remedy the situation? I can't fix your vision now, but maybe I could help guide you somewhere where we could fix you up? You know, be your eye for a little while! I would be honored to help you out if you could even spare a bit of information about your past and-"
B stopped Q's babbling mid sentence with a raise of her hand, asking her to pause.
"You're willing to be my eye, is that what I'm hearing?"
Q nodded rapidly. "Yes, Yes! Any way I could help-"
"You're willing to sit in my socket and help me out. Is that correct?" B interjected.
Slower this time, Q nodded in agreement. "Y-Yes, I'd be more than happy to-"
"Great, then let's go. Z won't punch herself in the face."
Q was taken completely aback. Her own eye widened in shock and her pleasant smile quickly contorted into a nervous, open, and wobbled mouth with no direction.
"Y-You can't be serious. You just got back up! You don't have an eye-"
B simply gave a quizzical look at Q, even though she had no eye, there was that "are you serious" tone to the expression she gave towards the smaller robot. Q nervously looked towards the ground.
"I-Is everything else working alright? I m-mean, does everything else still function? You do look awful..." Q uttered, barely audible.
"Everything except for my eye... and the wormhole device... are in perfect functionality. I'm sure that with you, we could fix both of those issues. Are you going to help or not?"
Q couldn't help it. As a force of habit, she ran several probability tests and calculations, pondering over the success of the situation. For a moment, she figured that numbers would be her only form of comfort... but she remembered that she still had Kilwen by her side. Turning to face him, she quietly questioned him as well.
"Kilwen, you've been such a good friend and companion this entire mission and adventure... I'd hate to just leave you behind... Would you... maybe like to come with me? The numbers I'm getting right now aren't of any comfort to me, but with you by my side, I feel like I can do anything! I..."
Q looked back towards B, towering behind her, stubborn and ready to get back at Z for what she had done. She was a robot. Q was a robot. Kilwen was far from one.
"...I understand if you don't want to. I mean, we might never come back... just at least stay with me until we depart. I do have a wormhole device to fix up." Q gave an earnest and heartfelt smile to mask her returning nervousness. It would be enough for her if Kilwen could do just that.
B lowered once again, outstretching her hand towards Q and Kilwen, offering them a lift to her open eye socket. "I don't have all day, you know. Either we do it now and get it over with, or wait for Z to cause more mayhem."
Nirix was caught between annoyance at the strange man and downright anger. He was infuriating in his mannerisms, so much so that when she took a seat, the headache that formed made her dizzy. Closing her eyes, she tried to focus on not becoming nauseated and not jumping to her feet to cut the short man in two.
"Su an'banal i'ma" The colorful curse tumbled out of her lips before she could correct herself but for once, Nirix didn't care.
She could blame it on her headache if asked.
"I am not a sidekick, I am his caretaker," She muttered, exasperated, her hands rubbing at her temples. It wouldn't occur to her until later how easily she had admitted her role with Ketin. She supposed since it wasn't necessarily a lie, it felt right and normal to admit. Yet still, it was an odd thing to say nonetheless.
Peering at Ketin, she frowned, though her eyes held a slight playfulness to them.
"And Da'len, I am not going on a date. It is merely a victory drink for I won the sparring match between the two of us, nothing more." She said, stressing the fact that it was nothing.
"I merely asked because I wanted you to have some fun, we have time to breathe after all"
"Su an'banal i'ma" The colorful curse tumbled out of her lips before she could correct herself but for once, Nirix didn't care.
She could blame it on her headache if asked.
"I am not a sidekick, I am his caretaker," She muttered, exasperated, her hands rubbing at her temples. It wouldn't occur to her until later how easily she had admitted her role with Ketin. She supposed since it wasn't necessarily a lie, it felt right and normal to admit. Yet still, it was an odd thing to say nonetheless.
Peering at Ketin, she frowned, though her eyes held a slight playfulness to them.
"And Da'len, I am not going on a date. It is merely a victory drink for I won the sparring match between the two of us, nothing more." She said, stressing the fact that it was nothing.
"I merely asked because I wanted you to have some fun, we have time to breathe after all"
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