After some time, repair, and several checkups, the warning lights and sirens finally turned themselves off. In the [i]Genghis[/i]' bridge, all systems seemed to be working again. All screens and lights were lit, command interfaces were fully operational and the ship's engineers had finally been able to get the 'all systems nominal' notification back on the screens for the first time since the GEF had entered the wormhole. The moment it popped up, the crew of the bridge let out a collective sigh. They, as well as the other crewmembers of the massive flagship, had been frantically running around, trying to fix everything and making sure everything still worked. Luckily for the crew, the only major damage inside the ship had been an overloaded wormhole generator, something that was easily fixable in mere minutes with the Khaganate's advanced technology and resources. The major structural damage was a massive cut in the left part of the stern of the Khaganate flagship, caused by a collision with the bow of one of the Khaganate's cruisers when the flagship started to turn around during the wormhole jump. 

The rest of the fleet, however, seemed to have suffered much worse damage than the flagship had. After everyone got their bearings, reports started to come in from nearly every ship in the fleet, telling of missing people, equipment, fighters, destroyed systems, and the list continued to grow. Most remarkable was that an entire [i]Mori[/i]-class landship was missing from its dropping bay in one of the [i]Typhon[/i]-class stratocruisers of the fleet. Two entire ships had gone missing as well, simply dissapeared to another place or time when the wormhole tunnel broke apart. The Khan himself was most irritated about the loss of VIPs 45 to 47, they were his friends and well-respected and long-standing Kurultai members, so it was a true waste that he and the Lanist Khaganate had lost them. Yuri also despised the way the news had been brought, as he despised the whole codename system that was commonly in place for the Lanist Khaganate, where some of the most important people of the nation were reduced to mere numbers, but it had been in place long before he became Khan and it would probably endure after his death. It made him sad as he walked towards the Kurultai conference room.

"Members of the Kurultai," Yuri began speaking as he looked around the room. Nearly everyone used screens and hologram projectors rather than meet in person. Of course, it was an emergency Kurultai, so nobody had the time to take a shuttle and fly to the fleet's flagship. To Yuri's shock, there were a lot more people missing than the three he heard about. Of course, many members were probably helping on their own ships, but the Khan could not lose the feeling that a lot more people dissapeared in the wormhole jump than initially thought. "It seems that we have arrived in a completely unknown universe," He continued, "and I would like to request your advice to deal with our current situation. As you might've known, we've suffered great losses, with people, materiel, and even entire ships seemingly dissapearing into the unknown." Immediately, the Kurultai started arguing and offering solutions to the problems that the Khaganate faced, as they usually did. [i]At least that's still the same[/i] Yuri thought.

After the Kurultai had been debating for several hours, a plan of action was finally made and approved by Khan Lanist himself. First order of business would be to locate where they were, having to stay in the same position for several days. After that, they would have to find some way to locate much of the missing equipment, and most importantly, the missing people that had dissapeared after the fleet was so violently thrown into the unknown reality. Then, they would figure out where to go then. 
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When Fanny May sent her distress call, the Khaganate's Great Expansion Fleet had already flown far away from the asteroid field in its succesful attempt to avoid it, but the call was still heard. The message was relayed to the fleet admiral's second-in-command, as the admiral of the GEF was currently at the Kurultai meeting, and a response was sent: "We will come pick you up. Please stay on your position and wait for our rescue vessel to arrive." The 'rescue vessel' in question was the KSR [i]Atlas[/i], a stratocruiser spaceship belonging to the Omega Order. The dark blue painted hull of the Stratocruiser reflected the dim light of the bleak sun as it headed towards the asteroid field. The choice for a stratocruiser was simple, as they had very large hangar bays that could be opened and then seperated from space using forcefields, making it easy to take the rescued ship in and repair it before sending it on its way. 

The [i]Atlas[/i] arrived near the asteroid field, and a transport craft equipped with mechanical arms flew towards the Jezebel, nimbly dodging the incoming asteroids the ship grabbed the Jezebel and hauled it towards the Atlas' open hangar bay, carefully placing it on the bay's floor.

James Maleski, proud soldier of the Omega Order, was sitting in his room, eating. The mess hall had to be cleaned due to a containment breach from the disastrous wormhole jump. As usual, right when he was eating, James got the order to report to his designated briefing room with the rest of his team. It turned out he was to assemble a welcoming party for a native lifeform of this universe that was apparently in need of help and had been rescued by the [i]Atlas[/i]. Soon, James' task force was gathered in the hangar bay, standing in a line, the people in the center crouching down. They all pointed their weapons at a strange metal object that had just been put down on the hangar's floor by a transport craft that had just come in from the asteroid field.
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That night, the stranger did not sleep well. It was not because of fear of the dark or being assassinated by one of the Wul, he had lost that emotion a long time ago, and he knew that he had not harmed anyone in the Wul empire, already showing his complete difference to the human bandits that raided its farms and villages. Neither was it because he was stressed or was worried about anything, because he had been travelling the land, occasionaly working as a mercenary for the local population. 

The stranger was dreaming. They were no pleasant dreams either. The stranger dreamt of a group of massive flying metal vessels flying through an even greater tunnel with walls made of pure light in all colors of the rainbow. Something went horribly wrong, causing untold destruction as the strange objects collided into eachother and the walls of the tunnel that had started to ripple. He woke up, sweating all over, and put on his clothes and went outside, where he looked up at the sky. He did not see the familiar stars, instead, he saw hundreds of strange bright lights, slowly moving to the south, and for some reason, he felt as if he recognized it, but the feeling went away quickly. He tried to sleep until it was day again, and left the inn in the morning, having already paid for the room and the food the night before. For some reason, he had the urge to travel towards the south, leaving the Wul Empire.

It was the second day of his journey to the south when he came across another Wul farm. It was still early in the morning, and fog that had come from the sea was laid over the land like a blanket. In the fog, the stranger heard screaming. It had to be bandits! The man drew his two-handed sword and charged, he vaguely saw someone approaching from the left, and swung his blade, cutting the man's torso. Another bandit charged at him, and he sidestepped, letting the foe stumble as he lost his balance. He cut the man's arm off. This was enough to disperse the other bandits, as the stranger had taken them by complete surprise because of the dense fog. When the farmer and his wife came to look at who rescued them, they found nothing, because the stranger had already continued on his journey.