[@thewizardguy]

	However, there was something wrong. Something very, very, wrong. As this mysterious virus made its way though the ship, a sound would ressonate though out the ship, and even as life support, and other such things failed, the living creatures within were kept safe, but that was a cause of even more confusion, and possibly alarm. A total of 249 life forms were still aboard the ship. Another worrying thing is that, with some basic searching, is that there was only 20 men manning the ship, the rest being robotic assistants. Even counting them, that's more than 10 times the amount of creatures on board, then there should be. This mass of life forms seemed for the most part small, save for one, larger creature. Two hundred and forty eight human child sized creatures, and one adult sized creature. 
	Then, a message was bounced back, a hazzy, patchy transmission. Not a virus, just a radio signal.

[color=ed1c24][i]"I see you..."[/i][/color]

		[color=ed1c24][i]"I see you...I know you..."[/i][/color]

				[color=ed1c24][i]"Stay out of this.."[/i][/color]

	Then there's a horrific ear blistering screech, like that of a devil's howling laugh, before the life forms vanish, leaving the ship clean, void of any of the crew, nor any of the strange life forms detected before. It was left spotless, save for a small puddle of acidic green liquid. The singular clue as to what was there, and maybe, they were planning...

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	[@Letter Bee]

	"....." Logar would turn, and look to his ship, his face forming a scowl. "...They're all gone. The crew. They've vanished into thin air...what the hell..." He starts, before he turns back to Osamu. "Let you pass, was that the deal for me? To let you attack a trade partner...Well, while my son may of made such a deal, I can't allow that. We've a reputation to uphold..." Logar begins, before he smirks a bit. "But, of course, if you sneak in, don't let anyone know who you are, or that you had anything to do with us, and sorta just...did your thing, and left..well..Who's to blame then? No one knows, right?" He hints, trying to get a message across, mayhap the more dim of the group not getting the point, or those that are to dull to get points, no matter how sharp.

	The son sighs. "Always were a more sneaky one, huh..." He asks his father.
"You learn that what people don't know, normally doesn't hurt them. What you know, however, can hurt them a lot, if they don't know it....So..consider this a....control of information flow." He says, patting his son on the head, as if he were but a young child. "That, and I remember the last get together we had with Lord Malakai, that the stew he brought had some Soylent Green in it...." Logar mutters, frowning.