[@CmdrAlfieq][@Quote5] Fanny takes the beer from the repair pod and gives it a pat on the head to say thanks. She cracks open the beer and chugs down half the content while Ernest slips into hyperdrive for the Jump to the coordinates near Hany’s Ribbon. She belches quite loud as they arrive at the coordinates. Apparently happy to see Hany’s Ribbon on the monitor screen of the terminal, Fanny quickly taps into Ernest’s communications system – most likely against Ernest’s permission – and sends a hyper-speed transmission to MASGC’s Operation sector in their Headquarters. Her message MASGC is as follows: [i]“For whoever might be listening – This is Fanny May of the starship Ernest. As you’ve probably already noticed by now, there is a massive spatial anomaly heading in direction of your planet and orbiting station. This anomaly is called Hany’s Ribbon and will destroy everything it makes contact with. There is no known force or substance in the universe that can stop it or slow it down. Just so you know, Ernest is not responsible for Hany’s Ribbon, so please don’t place blame. This transmission is not a warning, it’s more of an FYI to let you know that you’re pretty much screwed and there is nothing you can do about it.”[/i] Fanny pauses a moment to smile at the repair pod beside her, then finishes her transmission to the MASGC: [i]“The only way to save yourselves is to escape the path of Hany’s Ribbon. At its current increasing speed, Hany will be making contact with your planet and headquarters within a day. Do you have enough space vehicles to accommodate your people and get yourselves out of harm’s way before Hany’s Ribbn arrives?”[/i] While awaiting a response from MASGC, Fanny slurps back another swallow of beer and asks Ernest; “Erny, baby, have you ever heard of a little game called Cat and Mouse?” She looks down at the repair pod, and asks: “You got a name there, sweetie?” [hr] [@Oh no my soup] Fanny smiles warmly, her body is pebbled with Goosebumps, but the colossal lifeform remains in stationary orbit as she steps up to Magnus, runs her fingertips gently down his cheek. “I’m already missing you….” She says, a tear beading down her own cheek, “Take care out there.” She leans in close, her breath smells of strawberries and beer. “If you ever need me, just say the devils name in vain and I’ll come as quick as I can.” She turns her eyes to the trash dump of a planet that awaits him, and concludes; “One day we can procreate, but for now just go. Go! ...It’s all ready for you.” With that, she closes the void between them and places her lips on his – In that instant, Magnus is gone; he feels like his body is being tantalized by a thousand feathers while his organs turn to warm milk and then, ending a moment of pitch black, he find himself standing on a heap of old scrap metal, overlooking a clouded landscape of trash, discarded machinery and all manner of abandoned space craft. If Magnus was to look up at this moment, through the parting of polluted cloud mass, he would witness Fanny - or whatever that massive life forms true name was - take off into the galaxy like a shooting star. [hr] [@Scorpionius] “Tech hunters are lowlifes that abduct technological machines so they can rip em apart and sell their parts. You don’t wanna meet any of them. As for where we’re going, well, you’re just gonna have to trust me on this, Malcolm!” Without a moments delay, Fanny slams Malcolm into reverse and punches the gas. Exiting the garage, she throws the wheel, sending the car into a spin. Before finishing the spin in a cloud of dust, she shifts into first gear and punches the gas again, tearing down the dirt drive towards the closed gate, but instead of slowing down, she’s up to second gear and closing fast before yelling out the words – “Open Sesame!” At her command, the chains on the gate bust open as the doors swing wide, and Malcolm’s front end narrowly misses making contact with the gates steel frame. Squealing out onto the road, Fanny yells her enjoyment while gearing up and approaching the intersection ahead – “You like surprises right, Malcolm?” Her voice was extatic while hooking a sharp left at the intersection and causing the other traffic to screech to stop. “Cuz there’s I little place I know and I swear you’re gonna love it!” They continue burning down the city street at 150kmph. All the while, Fanny had a feeling Malcolm [i]could[/i] have stopped her by taking control of his own functions, and maybe she was even anticipating he would. After all, Malcolm didn’t [i]really[/i] seem like the type car that enjoyed surprises, and although Fanny could handle any vehicle with exemplary precision and control, he might not go much on the rough handling she was putting him through. The city they were driving though appeared to be similar to most major cities on Earth, with the exception of being slightly more advanced. Aside the road vehicles, there was a network of highways above the city, filled with hovercraft and other flying vehicles. [hr] [@GingerBoi123] When Damien arrives in the Café, Fanny gives a geeky, awkward wave to alert him of their table by the window. When he comes and sits down, she doesn’t get out of her seat, she just stares at him until the waitress arrives to take their order. “Order whatever you want.” Fanny tells him. “It’s on me for your help back there.” Fanny orders a full strength beer and nothing more, then waits quietly for Damien to place his order. Once the waitress walks away to get their orders, Fanny props her glasses up on her nose in a Clark Kent style, glances out the window at the cars passing by on the street, looks to the attendant serving behind the counter with a shifty turn of her eyes, then leans forward in her seat, resting her weight on the table to stare Damien in the eyes while speaking in a suspicious but somehow amused tone: “I thought I knew [i]everyone[/i], but apparently you come from somewhere a little different than most. To be honest with you, there is only one place in all of creation that I never really visit much. Too hot and too much screaming for my taste. I mean, you do seem vaguely familiar to me, but I just can’t quite pick where I know you from. So refresh my memory, yeah?” She pincers her lips tight to think for a moment. “Who are you again…? But more to the point, why the [i]hell[/i] are you doing in this realm, flames get too much for you?” [hr] [@Doc Doctor] “Buzz Lightyear Junior, your daddy must be proud!” Dino Gavon sounding somehow impressed, though a flicker of bizarre concern could be seen in his eyes. There was something inexplicably off about this individual, though Dino couldn’t quite pick what it was. In any case, Dino didn’t really know where to take this conversation, but he had an idea, one that could possibly remove responsibility from himself while he took a few minutes to investigate the Station Hall further. “I have a great idea!” Dino told him, while picking up his fancy gas mask from the floor and handing it to Buzz. “Put this on that big unsightly noggin of yours, and I’ll send you outside to meet with a few of my bridge officers. I’m sure hot lieutenant Shard would be happy to meet a savage like yourself!” Once Donny puts the mask on, Dino taps out a few controls on his nifty little wrist gadget. A second later Donny is enveloped by downward traveling rings of cyan light before disappearing from inside the Station Hall. Outside, Donny reappears in the company of the three bridge officers who are startled by his unannounced arrival. Lieutenant Shard screams, fearing that something terrible had happened to Dino Gavon, while science officer Madot raises his Quantum riffle to Donny’s head, and communications officer Cas opens up a channel to Dino Gavon inside the Hall. “Admiral Gavon!” Cas yells into his wrist gadget, “Are you okay? An alien primitive has appeared in our company with your mask on, sir. He is very large and somewhat intimidating. Should we shoot him and take him back aboard the vessel for scientific study?” “Don’t shoot him just yet,” Dino replies. His voice was broadcast so loud from Cas’s wrist gadget that everyone outside, including Donny, could hear him above the sound of the storm. “Quite frankly, Cas, he was giving me the heebie-jeebies, so I figured I’d palm him off to you. Keep the freak occupied, would you? His name is Buzz, by the way, Buzz Lightyear. If he gives you any trouble, then shoot him – but by NO circumstances will you let him aboard the Flagship! He was actually asking me for a job and a warm meal, can you believe that??” “Understood, sir! Cas out, sir!” Lieutenant Shard stopped screaming when she heard Dino’s on the com. Now, with the com link severed, she steps up close to Donny and smiles, though her smile can’t be seen behind her mask. “Hai there, Buzz! I’m Lieutenant Shard!” Science officer Madot keeps his rifle pointed at Donny’s head. [hr] [@Zyngard] Ten or so feet from Cuna is one of the hobo types resting against the wall of the Station Hall. He is obviously a junky of the lowest ranks with syringe track marks up his forearm, festering scabs in the crease of his elbow. He has dark sunken eyes, pallid skin, purple lips and body odor that could be clearly smelt from that distance. This man also caught Cuna’s attention with a shaky raise of one hand as he motions for Cuna to come closer. “brotha….” He says, in a broken voice only just audible enough for Cuna to hear; “Gib meh a lil somfin, just a lil fix te hel meh sleep. Won ya do dat fo meh, brotha?” [hr] [@Dartbored Fairy] “Well isn’t that just the pip?” The words were spoken by a young lady with shoulder length brown hair, green eyes, and dressed in a white lab coat, standing in the far corner of the room. She had a bottle of beer in one hand and a tube of ointment in the other. After catching Pirila and Mili’s attention, she raises the tube of unlabelled ointment between her finger and thumb while taking a quick swallow of her beverage. “Here’s a little something that might help that nasty burn you have there on your neck, young lady.” She says, providing Mili a little wink. “And don’t you worry about that big bad man who attacked you in your sleep. He’s gone for now. But you’re wrong….” She says to Pirila, pausing to take a drink of her beverage, “That man was a monster alright, but he wasn’t a product of Mili’s eye. No mam.” The young lady tosses the tube of ointment for Pirila to catch. She then looks around the room in what appears to be an impassive way before returning her attention to the two girls. “Pardon my manners, ladies. Isn’t it just rude to enter someone’s private establishment without so much as an introduction? Shame on me….” She smiles candidly, and adds; “Names Fanny May. I guess you could say I’m a… freelance doctor type.” She then looks at the bandage on Mili’s neck. “Put some of that ointment on her burn. It might not get rid of that mark, but it will relieve the pain of the burn. As for that eye of yours, well, I’m sure glad I’m not prone to nightmares, Mili.” Fanny has a small laugh and takes another sip of her beer.