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Meta stood there staring at her, unmoving. What happened next surprised him though, as she teleported her can of beer onto a nearby desk.

[i]Perhaps she is something supernatural indeed.[/i]

As she talks about the drink, Meta quietly gazes as it, before looking back at her and maintaining his stern expression. He attentively listens to her speak, remaining unmoving but analyzing every word she says, because he knows that there is perhaps something much more sinister behind her. 

He is then caught off guard as the Tempest started shaking violently, knocking him down to the floor. He looked around the room before rushing to the terminal and seeing that the ship had somehow managed to change course mid-hyperspace jump.

[i]This just happened.[/i]

[b][i]This couldn't have happened.[/i][/b]

[i]But it did.[/i]

He slowly craned his head around, staring at Fanny through the dark visor of his helmet. Meta was then struck with a sense of fear and paranoia, as there was no doubt that she was the one responsible for this. Remembering her previous demands, he walked over to her, stopping right in front of her. He stared at her for a few seconds before slipping both of his hands to the side of his helmet. A hissing sound could then be heard as his suit depressurized and unlocked itself, disconnecting from the suit as well. He slowly raised both of his hands, moving his helmet up and eventually revealing his face to her. Hebplaced his helmet under his left arm and had a completely blank expression on his face, seemingly unfazed by what had just happened, despite what he really felt. 

He then felt the ship shake again, although this time he did not fall to the floor and maintained his composure. He turned and moved to the terminal again, indicating that they had emerged from hyperspace, and they were orbiting another unknown planet with several heavily armed ships accompanying them in orbit. The ships didn't look like any he'd seen before, but they were heavily armed and shielded, and didn't seem to be doing anything either, other than waiting for something perhaps. Meta then received the automated message from the so-called Quatis, asking him for his identification and intentions. He then sent a reply back to the Quatis fleet.

[b]Meta:[/b] This is Meta of the Tempest, my ship is heavily damaged and in need of repairs. I am not hostile and was just passing through the system when my course was suddenly altered.

After sending the message, Meta moved to the counter where the beer was located and grabbed it, examining the cover while walking back over to Fanny. He switched gazed between Fanny and the can before opening it and taking a sip.

[b]Meta:[/b] God, this tastes terrible.