It had been a rather uneventful haul. A number of cargo ships from the Lo foundation needing protection through Kei Pirate territory. The Kei's had lost a lot of their fight after Hazanko, their leader, was killed by some punk Outlaw. On one hand, Gregorio wanted to thank the guy. Hazanko was thoroughly known to be completely and utterly insane. On the other hand, Pirate activity was what kept the money coming in and kept Trafalgar flying.

In the end, he didn't think much of it as he sat in his chair, watching the viewscreen at the front of the bridge as a number of the Grappler-ships in her arsenal performed some training maneuvers whilst they were out of the way of anything.

"Honey, I'm back!!!" A high-pitched voice screached as the doors to the bridge opened and Malla stepped out. Lance stepped out as well, Gregorio looked at his wife, then his older brother, then back at his wife and smiled.

"You didn't beat him too badly, did you?" he smiled.

"Please, if I wanted to kill your wife, I would have." Lance sneered. Malla walked behind the chair and draped herself over it.

"That means he lost baaaaaaad" she purred in his ear. Lance was about to walk over to one of the chairs to have a sit-down when he suddenly stopped. He looked at the view screen.

"Recall the fighters." he said.

"Why, you want to hear about how they whooped your sorry ass?" Malla asked.

"Will you quiet your drivelling mouth, something is happening out there... Something strange, I can feel it in the fabrics of the universe." he pressed his thumbs together, then hooking his middle fingers over the top of his index fingers, he pressed them together too and began to chant. "Pagawa-sanpha. Pagawa-sanpha. Pagawa-sanpha. Pagawa-sanpha. Pagawa-sanpha. Pagawa-sanpha." As he did, Gregorio sent out the order to return to the hangar. Finally, his eyes shot open. "Go to Sub-Ether, now." he ordered. Gregorio nodded to the bridge crew and the bridge exploded in voices and chatter.

[i]"Sub-Ether engines charging, Munchausen drive online. Preparing for Sub-Ether penetration.[/i] They sat and watched as the fabric of reality was stretched around them, the immense engines at the back of the ship desperately whirring and trying to brake those surly bonds. Finally, a giant, blue mouth in space seemed to open up and swallow the ship whole. As it did, Gregorio instinctively jumped from his chair and wrapped his arms around his wife in an instinctual, if completely futile, attempt to save her.

Meanwhile, Deep Space Nine would bare whitness to the Wormhole fluctuating. A slightly red tinge wormed through the blue swirl, before it opened and belched out the Warship. It floated daintily through space as the inhabitants tried to quickly figure out just what the hell had happened.