[@Metatrooper] Meta finishes telling Fanny how terrible the beer tastes. She raises one brow with a little grin, places her hand on his shoulder while she admired his fair skin, his dark eyes and short, black velvet hair as she tells him; “Why do you want to hide such a beautiful face…?” Before Meta can answer, he feels a curios sensation. Fanny fades from his sight as a vision takes hold. While Meta enters his vision, unaware of things taking place around him, Fanny laughs softly while placing his helmet back on. The Tempest communication systems then receives a reply from the Quatis. This time not automated: “This is Captain Burgor of the Quatis fleet ship Anos. We have received your transmission. Please reply.” Fanny walks to the terminal and pressed the appropriate button to open a link to the Quatis captain: “This is Meta of the Tempest.” She says in the voice of Meta. “I intend no ill will. I was brought here by accident and only wish to restore my systems to full capacity. If there is any assistance you can offer, I’d be grateful.” “We understand.” The captain replies. “Our readings indicate a single biological life form on board your vessel. Presumably your own. Please confirm.” “Confirmed, Captain. I am the only biological life form on board The Tempest.” “Very well.” The captain says. “Standby. Assistance is on its way. We ask that you stand down any and all weaponry before the arrival of our crew. It would do you well to comply to these conditions.” “All and any threats have been rescinded. Your crew can arrive safely and have no fear of reprisal. I await your assistance.” “Standby. Assistance is on its way.” The Captain confirms. [hider=Meta's Vision] [Indent][indent][i]Meta is now looking out of his own eyes as a child. He is cooking, as cooking was a hobby of his when a child. In this vision his preparing a new dish, Steak and garlic rice. Once he has finished the dish it does not taste as he had hoped it would. He is filled with regret, and wants nothing more than to dump the food and start cooking the dish again, this time better than before. As he then begins to dump the food in the trash, Meta’s vision changes – Now Meta is no longer a child. Far from that. Now, he is aware of all things. In this part of the vision the universe is understood to be his own work, just like he steak and garlic rice he had prepared as a child. He can see it all, every dimension, every galaxy, every sun and every world, every person in history, every animal and every plant. He sees it all from the beginning of creation to present day, all in one picture, viewing it all like a child seeing and tasting his own food. Creation had turned evil and violent. A bitter taste. It is not what he had hoped it would be. All life has forgotten its origin. Though he somehow loves his creation so much, it did not turn out as he had hoped it would become. Despite the love for the original idea, there is a seed growing inside him, a new idea, an idea to erase the universe and start all over again. This is the conflict. On one hand he wants to start again and this time make it what he had hoped for, while on the other hand his love for the existing creation has him searching for reasons to spare it. Accompanied by these feelings, Meta now sees Fanny’s face. He identifies these feelings as being her own. In that moment he is filled with the revelation that she, like the child he once was, is the chef of the dish he prepared - in this case the universe - which she is now considering the destruction of... and starting over again.[/i][/indent][/indent] [/hider] When Meta wakes from his vision, he is still standing, while the memory of the event in his vision remains. If he looks around now, he will see that Fanny is gone. The bridge is now being occupied by several Quatis officers. They materialize in front of him. There are 12 Quatis officers now on board the Tempest, all dressed in a likewise fashion of cream colored cloaks. Each have a gun attached to their hip and a case of appropriate technological instruments in one hand. They are ready to get to work. One of the officers step forward, and speaks; “If you're finished with your beer, my name is officer Borstal of The Quatis. These are my subordinates. We are here per your request. Where would you like us to begin the restoration of your systems?” [hr] [@jorcool] Once Jens completed his enquiry, Fanny May takes a short, polite moment to turn her attention to James. Her look in that moment is one of fleeting yet admiral amusement, while at the same time James receives some words from her. James will know that no one else can hear these words, only him, entering his mind as if they were thoughts of his own, except in the voice of Fanny: “I know that feeling, my beloved.” She then returns her focus to the Admiral, opening her mouth to reply; “You took care of me without asking for recompense, so what sort of person would I be to request payment for information that may in turn preserve your own life, and the lives of your people? The information is complimentary, Admiral, so it is with your free will.” She leans back in her seat, a portrayal of her ease. At this moment, Fanny disappears from the view of any and all security surveillance in the room. For all security watching from another room, she would seem to have disappeared, her chair appears empty, and yet her voice can still be heard and her physical body can still be seen as normal by anyone in the same room as her. Even more than this, as if their technology has been commandeered by an unknown power, one of the monitors on the Primary Bridge blacks out for a moment, before being replaced by a view of the room where Fanny and Jens are currently speaking. Those on the preliminary Bridge can hear her speaking, but they cannot see her either. “Furthermore, Admiral… The wormhole technology used by your people is less than perfect, and in this specific dimension of the universe it will be even less reliable. We have an issue, your people and I. There is a spatial anomaly plaguing this dimension. This anomaly has been randomly destroying civilizations throughout the universe and seems to be attracted to those of questionable… intentions. The reason I mention this specifically is that this anomaly has created havoc in subspace. You will find that wormholes and any other form of inter-dimensional travel is less adhesive than they normally would be.” She pauses, becoming visible to surveillance technology again and turns to look directly at the surveillance equipment in the room. The individuals on the Primary bridge will see her looking straight at them as she finishes; And one more thing, my friends. Take care with the planet your fleet has made contact with at present, they are a young people. I understand that your present contact was unintentional. But take heed… do not infect them with knowledge before their time. I trust you will make the right decisions from this point on, as I have seen you are capable of doing so. ...Dorsin ost Halit.” As Fanny May concludes her lengthy speech, the officers in the Hangar would probably be surprised to see that Fanny’s craft, The Jezebel, becomes unstable. It begins to dissolve into the atmosphere. Like a mirage, it waves as it were vapor caught in a breeze and fades out of existence. [hr] [@Doc Doctor] The door of the turbo lift closed behind the security officers as Donny began to speak. The foremost officer was intensely curios. He narrowed his eyes, jaw shifting to one side. The other men were finding it hard to hide their trepidation. They had recently arrived in unknown space, and had no idea what to expect. The recent events didn’t help them relax. Tense trigger fingers. “What woman?” The officer asked. His voice was truly that of confusion as Donny lowered his forehead to the floor. “The prisoner was the only bio reading current in the cell before preliminary security arrived.” Nevertheless, the officer took Donny’s words as a note of caution. Thinking for a moment, he then signaled to six of his men. The back two lines of officers quickly rushed off down the corridor to manage the situation while the other four officers remain. The tension and disorientation for the moment may have muffled their ears, or maybe the sound of Donny’s wheezing and the scuffle of six officers rushing off to the holding room muffled the sound of Donny’s zip. Either way, none of them were yet observant of the sound. “[i]Private[/i] Hanlon?” The officer quickly continued with his examination, though at this pint his tension was coming a little undone. Instead of seeing Donny’s misuse of terms as a clear sign to remain suspicious, he received it as an attempt at humor from Hanlon. “This isn’t the time for jokes, is it, Hanlon?” Still, he wasn’t completely convinced that Donny was telling the truth. It was his job to be suspicious. At this point, the four remaining security became silent, though noticeably more relaxed. Two in the line behind the leading officer, no doubt not as smart as the others, lowered their rifles a little, while the six officers sent to manage the situation were rounding the corner to the holding room behind Donny. But it was in that moment that the leading officer realized something was obviously amiss. [i]How in the hell did this one officer, Hanlon, manage to escape an obviously dangerous criminal and at the same time be aware that said prisoner was accessing his personal effects from the crate? After taking down three well trained men, did this prisoner just let this one run? That didn’t sound right. And who was this woman? There was no woman… there was no other life sign….[/i] He opened his mouth to speak, but didn’t. In an instant of understanding his mistake, he heard Donny’s zipper some to an end of its line. This one man crouching before him had somehow managed to take down four well trained Quatis security officers without even being armed. His present danger became all too real in that moment. It was nothing more than sheer terror that stopped his words from forming. His face paled quickly as the rifle shuttered in his grip…. He utters the words; “My children… I can’t die today.” [hr] [@Zyngard][@Dartbored Fairy][@Prima Luce] Pirila’s dizziness was probably made worse, as she could see through the window of the bridge that they were rising above the land and soon exited the atmosphere to enter space. Her world was now just a ball below them. In the distance she and Hida can see ten other objects floating in space at a distance. The Quatis Fleet. Lieutenant Shard, who had also followed, grabs Pirila by the hand. She had seen Pirila’s face pale. “Come with me,” She says, and leads Pirila back into the previous room where Cuna was sitting on the floor. Shard smiles at Cuna and motions with her head, saying; “Why not explore the rest of the ship? There are three other doors to choose from. I dare you to find Dino’s bedchamber.” That said, she gives Cuna another wink and then leads Pirila through one of the three doors. Beyond that door they find themselves in a room full of all types of strange equipment and containers. Releasing Pirla’s hand, Shard opens a cabinet and produces a small gun type device that she holds to Pirila’s neck and quickly pulls the trigger. Almost instantly, Pirila will feel her dizziness and all other ill effects subside. Without first asking is she is feeling better, Shard asks; “Is that cute guy out there… available? I really want to get to know him better… wait… What am I talking about again?” Shard seems genuinely confused, as if the topic of her thoughts about Cuna had somehow forsaken her. Back on the bridge, Cas and Dino are busy. They receive coordinates from the Flagship, the last known whereabouts of the missing girl, Mili, indicted by the latest scans of the surrounding solar systems. Within seconds, Cas set in the coordinates of their destination while Dino switched the DGS to a subspace jump mode. In that instant the image of space outside began to change. It was as though all the stars in the universe were suddenly drawn together, aligned in a wall of white light that submerged the DGS. An instant later, the wall of white light broke away as the universe expanded to its rightful setting once again. In just those few moments they had arrived in orbit of another planet in another system. It was a mostly barren planet of deserts and rock. The ships sensors indicated the planet was riddled with a broad system of sub-terrain caves and passages. Dino and Cas quickly start conducting scans to locate Mili’s specific bio signature. They soon locate her signature some 30 meters below the surface, in the company of the bio reading that matches her abductor. [hr] [@Quote5][@CmdrAlfieq] Fanny is disturbed by the Commander’s response to Ernest. The commander had noted his preference to use Ernest as a means to spare supplies and equipment on Iceolia. He has valued these items more than the lives of his people on that planet. Her face becomes cold, and so does the air inside the room. The temperature in the room drops 0 degrees Celsius, which is enough to make the commander shiver. Fanny says to the commander: “I see you have clarified your principles. Maybe you should reconsider…. After all, the life of an individual cannot be replaced so easily as supplies and equipment. Not in 20 years. Not in 50. Not even in a millennia. Dorsin ost Halit, Commander. You have been tested. …You have a short time to change your mind….” Before the commander has a chance to reply, then the room shakes as Fanny disappears. As she vanishes, Junior-Ernest hears a lingering message from her, stating: “I have not yet forsaken you.” Momentarily, Fanny appears alone aboard the Ernest. There is a tear rolling down her face. “You now have the opportunity to change his mind.” She tells him. “Regardless, Ernest…. Do what the commander asks of you. I will be watching.” Miss Fanny May is then gone in the blink of an eyes. Meanwhile, Hany's Ribbon is once again increasing speed. At this present increase of velocity, it is now only 30 minutes away. [hr] [@Quote5] While the members of Rodia are quarreling about leadership, Ramrod and Hank’s craft are continuing to quickly distance themselves farther and farther from their position. The craft eventually enters the atmosphere of an M-class planet (one ideal for supporting life). Entering the atmosphere causes the craft to shake violently as it descends quickly to the land below. To answer Ramrod’s hysterical question, Hank’s screen lights up with a view of outside, which at the moment is just fire, the flames of their hull starting to burn up in the atmosphere. Fortunately, the flames soon subside and the image displays the green flora of the land speeding towards them. “Hold onto your boots!” Hank yells out in a voice of both excitement and fear, “We’re in for a not so soft landi -” Before he finish yelling the craft crashed. The impact was enough to detach Hank from the wall in a trail of sparks before smashing against another wall. His view screen went black as it cracked down the center and the last word of his voice was cut off. The sound of the twisting and buckling metal of the craft was a tremendously terrifying sound as it continued roll and tumble across the landscape of the planet and eventually came to a stop. In that moment, the hull of the craft cracked open as sunlight filled the room. Hank was a mess, a cracked and seemingly dead monitor, looking like nothing more than an old and ruined flat-screen TV in the corner.