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[i][b]~~~~~~Agrabah (City)-Empire/Trident-Class Warship~~~~~~[/b][/i]

The large hangar doors on the underside of the ship slowly began to creak open, the beams of light now having no trouble with the two unconscious bodies they had in their grasp, easily maneuvering them into the awaiting loading room of the ship. With the cargo now safely on board, the beams of light finally cut out, causing the few scraps of metal and stone it still had caught, to fall lifelessly back towards the ground, the larger chunks of stone either crushing anything it landed on or exploding into flying shrapnel, like those that fell back down the great shaft through the Factory. 

After a slow heavy creak the doors of the ship once again were closed, the hot dust riddled air which had blown into the metal clad room soon removed with the whirling of some kind of fans, and replaced with the ship-wide cold dry atmosphere. Soon shuffling through into the room, the handful of Hooded Figures and accompanying Birugs made straight for the two unconscious women, the machines already scanning them after hovering on ahead. 

It didn’t take long for the two women to be moved not only out from the large cargo room, but shortly after entering the winding hallways of the ship, soon from each other. Asahina, carried easily by two of the Hooded Figures, would eventually awaken to find herself in a rather spacious enough room, covered in the same silver metal that appeared to make up most of the ship, all while Jasmine was escorted by the remaining group of Hooded Figures and Birugs to some unknown part of the vessel. 

A massive roar from the ship’s engines signalled the beginning of its final action, the great hulking metal vessel soon ascending higher into the clear skies of Agrabah and widening the gap between it and the city below, until the ship was nothing more than a dot in the distance. Soon the cold darkness that made up the space between worlds surrounded the ship, the vessel having broken away from the desert covered planet and already beginning to head along on some kind of pre-determined course, further distancing itself from those left behind on the world. 

The monitors presently in front of Nomis soon switched to more pressing details after departing from Agrabah, the largest of which already showing the older man the route the ship was about to take in order to reach a familiar world. 

“[color=9e0b0f]Has her Highness been properly fastened?[/color]” Asked Nomis, his voice soon echoing throughout the room of the ship, the Hooded Figures crowding around a large spherical machine before sealing a bulkhead styled door, the still unconscious Jasmine lying within it.

“[i][color=440e62]Epomen-Core has been altered and readied for subject...Master Clacverk. Safe transport should now be possible…[/color][/i]” Soon replied one of the Hooded Figures, the rest shuffling along to the few other machines around the room that appeared to have some sort of connection with the largest that they had left Jasmine within. 

“[color=9e0b0f]Good, keep careful watch of the pressure levels, and prepare to emergency vent any excess Darkness that happens to build-up during our journey. We should reach the castle of Bastion in a few hours.[/color]”


[i][b]~~~~~~(Halfway along projected route)Storm Raging Sea/Port Royale~~~~~~[/b][/i]

Though the booming sound of the sea’s waves crashing loudly against the shores of the Port would have drowned out any other sort of noise, 
the sign that it wasn’t able to completely do it now, meant something immense was happening right this moment. While it started as only a faint whining, the sound soon grew with a series of mis-timed booms, each one appearing as if to signal the rest to grow louder in each others wake. 

It would have appeared like a flaming ball, shooting across the sky, once it pierced through the black storm clouds. The sound only got louder and more violent once it appeared, the sheer size of the thing could be watched even from a great distance, and still it hurdled downwards and far away over the horizon from any kind of port as if with a guiding purpose. 

While the intense heat soon started to cool along the metal shell of the ship, the black smoke which bellowed out from some of the large engines, as well as vents along that part of the ship, continued to spew out as the great vessel fell greater towards the sea below. Soon the large waves had begun to lap against the still hot metal on the underside of the ship, the water hissing loudly as it cooled, causing brief flashes of steam to erupt from underneath the metal beast as it seemed to glide along the surface of the bobbing ocean rather smoothly.

Though its speed had dropped drastically since it first appeared, diving down into the world, it still wasn’t enough to stop the ship from crashing against the rock-filled reef it found itself upon. The metal screeched as the shards of stone dug into the belly, scratching and shattering against the huge weight and resistance of the ship, yet some of the weakened panels were still no match for the sheer force of the crash, they ripping apart the second the reef struck against them. 

With the ship having now finally come to rest, the stirring of Nomis happened once the dimming lights and shaking had stopped, the man having done all he could to stop the vessel from tearing itself apart in the initial plunge towards the world. The view of the still raging sea outside the control room’s window was of apparently no concern right now to Nomis, the older man already busy trying to find a monitor which hadn’t been ripped free from its place after the crash, the scientist soon finding one such screen, although barely hanging on before him. 

Swiftly swiping through the numerous images which showed up for him, some of battered and twisted hallways, caved in rooms that couldn’t handle some parts of the force, the man found what he was looking for, the sight of Jasmine’s containment room. The large Epomen-Core was nothing more than a shattered shell, the force that rocked and damaging the ship clearly only a part of the full impact that should have happened, the large metal core having taken the rest and paying for it. While those within the room were either crushed by the falling debris or just gone, it was the sight of Jasmine, still unconscious in the blast-zone of her eruption, that had Nomis’ attention. 

Using the one working monitor while those of the surviving Hooded Figures began work on repairing the Command Room, Nomis soon had a small group of Birugs heading for the Princess’ containment chamber. Right now it was best to keep both subjects together, the systems strained enough while trying to focus on key-places of repair, let alone having to worry about multiple monitorings of rooms at all times. Still, Nomis intended to find how the second subject used that energy of hers from before, and when she would, he would be there to find out all about it.