[b]Colony 257[/b]
"Deroe, how will this turn out? I'm not quite sure of this." Gvasty gave off a questioning look as he watched the bright flashes before him.

"It'll work out. Trust me. Also wake up the dorm crews, ready them to board the ships. Just push the yellow square button on the communications panel. Easy as three-point-fourteen." His eyes looked both left and right, being aware of any violent reactions that may occur from the pun. Gvasty pushed the said button, and within three seconds there was a marching noise as the crew marched toward the bays and the battlestations. Gvasty walked back to Deroe, but he found him looking down, his fingers rubbing his chin, clearly pondering about something.

"Deroe, what comes into your mind?"

Deroe replied. "Gvasty, something doesn't seem right here. It's as if a sinister plot, a plot focused on our very extermination, is brewing up. And that dreadful plan, the future bane of the existence of the Kaiyouan race, shares our very own soul, the characteristic of magic."

"You mean a rebellion is brewing up?"

"No. An entire race. I know we haven't met them, but i feel they have our spirits."