"Welcome, Lord Bacab" could be read in the screen,seconds after the hangar doors opened. Bacab, despite his young age, had just been ascended to Lord by the grace of His Majesty King Pykhal XIX, in recognition on his achievements on the floating crops that had been built in the massive oceans and lakes of Pidui. Such high honor came at an expense. He could not be back to Pidui surface for a long, long time, since he had to take comand of the administration of the Itzau, one of the most beautiful Farm ships of the Concái. He took a last gaze to the planet from the hangar view, as his loyal crew disembarqued fro mthe shuttle to the Itzau deck.

After one full year in charge fo the Farm ship, Lord Bacab was happy that he could finally return to Pidui next week because of the 38th birthday of King Pyhkal XIX. The Oracles had predicted a very interesting new Cycle coinciding with the celebration, and thus the celebration would be of special importance. For the occasion, Bacab had selected one of the newest creation of the Garden bioengineers, a new variety of fruit specially suited for the warm, wet climate of Pidui. With this gift, he expected to impress the High Court and distinguish his labour. 
Bacab could hardly sleep that night. Something unknown was troubling him. The travel orbit was allright, the energy levels were alright, and the farms were working at full capacity. What was wrong then? Aside from the nerves and the problems in the delegation of responsabiliy, he was feeling tense. With all, Bacab tried to relax himself and meditate calmly. 
Suddenly, he recived a call from the Main Command Bridge. [i]"Lord Bacab, we are sorry to disturb you, but your intervention is needed inmediately to deal with this issue, there is a puha anomaly"[/i]. 
He steadily headed for the Command Bridge. There was no doubt. There was a púha, an anomaly that allowed the ship to enter hyperspace jump, opened for a unknown timelapse.These minutes passed blurrily and quickly form him. All Bacab remembers is that he had been dealing with data, numbers and coordinates for a whole hour before the final moment arrived. He knew where this situation was leading to, and he knew he was responsible for the decision that had to be made. The whole crew was staring, silently, yet impatiently at him.
-Mistress Nálha, you will now embark one of our shuttles, and head for Pidui. You will inform of the decisions taken here and their reasons. You will lead the delegation and give our presents to the High Court in my name and in the name of the Itzau. I trust you more than anybody else for this assignment, Nálha - said Bacab slowly - Depart now! Commanders: Prepare púha drive for inminent jump in ten minutes. Shall the jump protocol rituals begin!

The whole room went mute instantly, and the crew bent on their knees, eyes closed, meditatively concentrated, facing the front of the ship. The countdown begun, accompanied by the preaches of its inhabitants:

[i]May the Snake be honored by our hunger.
may Láatzilil, in his piety,
save us from Her hunger. 
May the Snake forgive us
May the Snake forgive us.[/i]

Jump! - Shouted Bacab when the countdown reached zero.